Also I can't wait for mary to see this thread and get jealous because he has neither tools nor spiders in his life. Hell he lacks the manhood and intelligence to even land jobs like working on cars, building greenhouses or whatever else it is that I (or any man for that matter) do.
How does it feel to go through life lacking mary? Lacking so very much I might add...Between your ears, between your legs, vapid expansive NOTHINGNESS is all that can be found. Not to worry, when your bitch dies I presume you'll find the liquid courage to finally pull the trigger on that glock your bought after you jacked the winnings of a nice elderly couple. Remember mary- steady squezze, not a fast pull, slow and steady wins the race. We can't have any accidents that result in you ending up in a wheelchair suckling the tax payers tit for the rest of your life now can we.
I am debating now whether it's worth my time and $ to become a licensed and bonded handyman or not. I can't imagine that would be a bad thing, but it sure isn't cheap. Would be pimp to become a GC but that takes DAYS AND DAYS and costs somewhere around 10k (or so I'm told) and I'm not real sure how that somehow turns into dollars in my pocket. I really need to finish my education...
I pointed it out because insinuations have been made that I am bi-curious and I have my doubts about that assertion. The only way to tell will never happen so as far as I'm concerned I am definitely not bi or bi-curious.
If the day comes Scooter and I are alone someplace I guess I'd know for sure but I am more likely to become the fucking pope who denounces and absolves all man made religion and declares my birthday as Global Bath Salts Appreciation Day so whatever. It's stupid to waste time thinking of such things, right now I need to figure out how this tiny motor managed to bend a push rod with no apparent problems with the timing (it DOESN'T make fucking sense!) and what to actually do about the fucking bent rod (I can't source out any new ones...) plus it's hot as fuck. Inside it's 70 on the money, it's like walking into the dairy freezer at the grocery store that's how fucking hot it is right now. I fell asleep in the garage at 2pm for like an hour, woke up with a half smoked cigarette (camel blue) in my left hand and a bottle of goof off in my right which was kind of unnerving to say the least.
LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOUR GLASS, SO ARE THE DAYS OF MY LIFE.
so you admit you're attracted to scooter (a man) yet you don't think you're bi?
I petition that bath salts induced hallucinations be worth partial credit based on the fact that they are just as (if not more) satisfying than actual sex. Also out of curiosity where do uncle rapings factor into this equation? Do we give half credit for the unwilling participation or are giving and receiving equal?
thats okay, ape has no idea what any of his own tools are for
That was collateral on a $40 loan I was never repaid. It filled the picture out better BECAUSE I WAS A LITTLE INSECURE OK? I mean obviously my tool collection is going to be lacking in comparison to yours (I don't even have a formal socket set, rebuilding after the collapse of my entire life) so whatever. I'm happy with what I've got and it makes me money and I get compliments and more work with every job that I do.
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