Pet Peeves
What makes you angry? Get it off your chest so we can laugh at your impotent rage.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 23:12)
What makes you angry? Get it off your chest so we can laugh at your impotent rage.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 23:12)
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I HATE HATE HATE
HATE IT when people who drink try to keep it a secret and hide it!!! ADMIT to being fucking drunk you stupid cunts nobody cares!!!
My ex's NUTTER of a mother had a wine rack proudly sparse on display with one bottle, I got lost trying to find the bin in their million-and-one pull out draw system and found literally about 15 bottles of wine hidden behind their kids cereal boxes and other breakfasty stuff...
The woman used to insist she didn't drink. She would whisper to the waiter to "actually put a triple rum in my coke" *wink*fucking*wink* thinking none of us could hear her then assume we wouldn't noticed the toxic wafting coming from her as her special cokes kept piling up!
She probably expected us to think she had a fever when everytime we went out she would stagger back to the car, spitting everywhere.
The fact that she had a problem came out when she threw me out of her house in a drunken rage screaming about the fact that she is adopted, yelling at me for "corrupting" her first born child she still has no idea spends his "respectable wages" on drugs.
I spit out the window everytime I drive by there and have affectionately nicknamed her "Bastard Belinda"
( , Fri 2 May 2008, 17:28, Reply)
HATE IT when people who drink try to keep it a secret and hide it!!! ADMIT to being fucking drunk you stupid cunts nobody cares!!!
My ex's NUTTER of a mother had a wine rack proudly sparse on display with one bottle, I got lost trying to find the bin in their million-and-one pull out draw system and found literally about 15 bottles of wine hidden behind their kids cereal boxes and other breakfasty stuff...
The woman used to insist she didn't drink. She would whisper to the waiter to "actually put a triple rum in my coke" *wink*fucking*wink* thinking none of us could hear her then assume we wouldn't noticed the toxic wafting coming from her as her special cokes kept piling up!
She probably expected us to think she had a fever when everytime we went out she would stagger back to the car, spitting everywhere.
The fact that she had a problem came out when she threw me out of her house in a drunken rage screaming about the fact that she is adopted, yelling at me for "corrupting" her first born child she still has no idea spends his "respectable wages" on drugs.
I spit out the window everytime I drive by there and have affectionately nicknamed her "Bastard Belinda"
( , Fri 2 May 2008, 17:28, Reply)
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