ok so here is the scoop. there is this guy who is a good husband. good looking, great job, good with the kids, loves his wife. The sex in the relationship is not happening. when he's lucky enough to get some, its the hurry up and finish kind of sex that no one likes. he has a serious talk with his wife and tells her if she doesn't take care of him he will find someone who will. she then replies with a "go ahead then."
If she gives her consent, is it cheating? or is the fact that he is thinking about looking other places and ignoring the fact that it doesn't bother his wife that he might go sleeping around.
Now most guys would know that his is obviously a trap. she gives the go ahead, you take the bait and she divorces you and takes everything because you cheated. If I was in this dudes shoes I'd be suspicious of why she is being so distant. either she doesn't love me anymore more and she is thinking about leaving me or she is already getting some on the side.
there is a rare 3nd alternative. maybe she still does love him and doesn't want to cheat on him but something else is bothering her. in any case there is obviously a problem with this relationship and seeking out other partners is not a solution it's like swallowing a cyanide pill.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
why should I pay for your kid
I know i'm a guy and don't know anything about having kids but damn it makes me mad when I see these "wellfare MOMs" just popping out kids with no money. they can barley afford to take care of themselves yet they think it's cool to have a ton of kids. what's wrong with them. I heard of this idea that seems pretty good. I think we are at the point in medical advances that we can proactively stop women from having kids from the time they are born. this idea would have a surgeon implant a device of some sort to stop the girl from conceiving until she reaches a certain age and is financially able to take care of a kid. this would solve many problems. I think all of societies problems stem from being over crowded. schools are over crowded, this city is over crowded and irresponsible moms are sucking our tax dollars like its water. this must stop and my proposal should be heard and taken into consideration.
I know most of you are all "it takes two to tango" it'd be harder to think of a way to turn off men's ability to make babies then turn it back on. most of our options are permanent.
I know most of you are all "it takes two to tango" it'd be harder to think of a way to turn off men's ability to make babies then turn it back on. most of our options are permanent.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
g babies
whats more gangsta than 10 dead babies in 10 barrels?
give up?
one dead baby inside 10 barrels.
this is just the type of mentality that drives hip hop music. its no secret that life in the hood is hard. so i guess that's just rappers way of venting. but the problem is kids who don't know any better take the music and the life style that they think goes with it to seriously. they then go out to try and live rap music instead of just listening. i've heard many many gory song lyrics but none of them ever made me want to go out a murder people. this one guy has a song called R.I.P. you'd think that the song tittle means rest in peace. on the contrary, it means rest in piss. This rapper that goes by the name Brotha Lynch Hung goes on to rapping about how he does grotesque things. on part of his song goes like this
"You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room"
only a psychopath can relate to this music. the hook to the song is even worse
"
give up?
one dead baby inside 10 barrels.
this is just the type of mentality that drives hip hop music. its no secret that life in the hood is hard. so i guess that's just rappers way of venting. but the problem is kids who don't know any better take the music and the life style that they think goes with it to seriously. they then go out to try and live rap music instead of just listening. i've heard many many gory song lyrics but none of them ever made me want to go out a murder people. this one guy has a song called R.I.P. you'd think that the song tittle means rest in peace. on the contrary, it means rest in piss. This rapper that goes by the name Brotha Lynch Hung goes on to rapping about how he does grotesque things. on part of his song goes like this
"You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room"
only a psychopath can relate to this music. the hook to the song is even worse
"
Friday, March 13, 2009
medieval dogs
http://www.pitbullarmory.com/dog-armor.html
the link above is a place where you can get armor for your dog. If medieval is your thang then this is the website that you want too, nay need to go too. the whole idea of your dog having armor is kind of badass. all you need is a dogy sword and a really small hoarse for the dog to ride. your dog could be your knight in shining armor. I think it's kind of ridiculous though, how people dress up their dogs. dogs don't like it so why force them to do human things. animals are animals and should not be treated like humans.
the link above is a place where you can get armor for your dog. If medieval is your thang then this is the website that you want too, nay need to go too. the whole idea of your dog having armor is kind of badass. all you need is a dogy sword and a really small hoarse for the dog to ride. your dog could be your knight in shining armor. I think it's kind of ridiculous though, how people dress up their dogs. dogs don't like it so why force them to do human things. animals are animals and should not be treated like humans.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
COD W@W
I recently Bought this game called "call of duty: World at War". I only got it because everyone at work has it so I thought I'd join in. Now I am addicted to it. Right now I am not very good, I always get killed over 10 times every match. Every one who I play against is on level 40 or above. I am still on level 22. there are a bunch of modes that you can play in the game. the more you level up the more modes are available. my favorite is free for all, because it is an all out brawl. Even though I die all the time nothing beats the experience of playing against other people and smack talking with them. I hear that COD 4 :modern warfare is an even better game. Part 2 of that game will be out in a couple of months so I will wait to get that one.
Monday, August 25, 2008
ffopirgolb
date 8 25 08
time 11:18pm
place couch
storm: chicken
This morning, I started Mayday as I always do: by bathing my face in the early morning dew of my garden, the cold, earthy wetness cleansing my furrowed brow. After this purifying ritual, I looked with lighter eyes across my tiny field at the old husks and dead stalks from last year’s planting season, my heart filled with yearning for the coming renewal.
Then, after donning my loose-fitting hempen garb and adorning it with the most colorful of sashes and spangles, my close Earth Friends and I, as we do yearly on this day, danced around the Maypole. Oh, how we merry dervishes flamboyantly pranced and flitted around that sturdy, streamer-strewn pole! What a sense of rebirth it brings as we gleefully kick off the spring season, drawing us into to warm bosom of our nurturing omni-soul, Gaia.
maypole daniel espinal
It’s an exceedingly redemptive ceremony, and cleansed far more from my spirit than merely the final sin of the cold and dark winter months, namely sneaking into my neighbor’s yard last night and dismantling his 5-year-old’s swing set to garner the materials required to construct the Maypole (we just left the one from last year in the neighborhood park, for someone else to clean up—Mayday shouldn’t be about fuss). But that little fucker from next door was screaming and hollering so loud when he saw his swing set was gone it almost ruined our pageantry, but eventually the noise from the drum circle drowned him out, and our festival seethed with good spirit.
After the whirling pagan bacchanal, which resulted in one of my more obese hippie friends, Gourd, ripping his quadriceps on account of this being the first bit of exercise he’s done since last Mayday, except for certain Nintendo Wii games that left him winded and were promptly returned to Target, it was time to tend my garden.
Lo! It’s been a long, tough winter for the Sarge, so it was good to rip all the dried husks of flowers and fruit plants out of my garden patch. Last autumn, these flowers and vegetables were beautiful and delicious, providing loving nourishment to my soul and body. I did everything I could to make them all prosper, and most made it to my vase or table. But the most beautiful flower in my garden, the one I had cared for most lovingly and had wanted to wait until it was at its very peak before harvesting so I might treat it in such a way that I could keep it for all time, always beautifying my life, I found dead one morning when I went out to water it, eaten by horrible vermin and chilled by an early frost. I tried to bring it back to life with the pure springs of my tears, but it never came back to me, though many times it acted as though it might, sprouting a green sprig or petal that gave me hope but soon shriveled and fell lifelessly to the ground. Over the winter months I watched from my window as my once beautiful flower crumpled into a dried brown husk: empty, lifeless and prickly to the touch. And today, Mayday, it felt good to tear it from the earth, but it was not without fond memories of the joy it once gave me.
And now it’s time for the new planting to begin. The soil at the Sarge Shack is fertile, and the sun is shining warmly upon it for the first time in months. It will be good to grow new life. It will take time for my plants to mature, but with the right care and nourishment mature they will, and blossom into a bumper crop of delicious and fragrant blessings, and this season I’ll take care to nurture the most beautiful of my flowers with even greater love and care, so it can be with me for all time.
Spring has sprung, Infected Army, and you know what that does to a young man’s fancy! Let us all cultivate our gardens, and have a warm, prosperous season as we bring new life towards the harvest time.
time 11:18pm
place couch
storm: chicken
This morning, I started Mayday as I always do: by bathing my face in the early morning dew of my garden, the cold, earthy wetness cleansing my furrowed brow. After this purifying ritual, I looked with lighter eyes across my tiny field at the old husks and dead stalks from last year’s planting season, my heart filled with yearning for the coming renewal.
Then, after donning my loose-fitting hempen garb and adorning it with the most colorful of sashes and spangles, my close Earth Friends and I, as we do yearly on this day, danced around the Maypole. Oh, how we merry dervishes flamboyantly pranced and flitted around that sturdy, streamer-strewn pole! What a sense of rebirth it brings as we gleefully kick off the spring season, drawing us into to warm bosom of our nurturing omni-soul, Gaia.
maypole daniel espinal
It’s an exceedingly redemptive ceremony, and cleansed far more from my spirit than merely the final sin of the cold and dark winter months, namely sneaking into my neighbor’s yard last night and dismantling his 5-year-old’s swing set to garner the materials required to construct the Maypole (we just left the one from last year in the neighborhood park, for someone else to clean up—Mayday shouldn’t be about fuss). But that little fucker from next door was screaming and hollering so loud when he saw his swing set was gone it almost ruined our pageantry, but eventually the noise from the drum circle drowned him out, and our festival seethed with good spirit.
After the whirling pagan bacchanal, which resulted in one of my more obese hippie friends, Gourd, ripping his quadriceps on account of this being the first bit of exercise he’s done since last Mayday, except for certain Nintendo Wii games that left him winded and were promptly returned to Target, it was time to tend my garden.
Lo! It’s been a long, tough winter for the Sarge, so it was good to rip all the dried husks of flowers and fruit plants out of my garden patch. Last autumn, these flowers and vegetables were beautiful and delicious, providing loving nourishment to my soul and body. I did everything I could to make them all prosper, and most made it to my vase or table. But the most beautiful flower in my garden, the one I had cared for most lovingly and had wanted to wait until it was at its very peak before harvesting so I might treat it in such a way that I could keep it for all time, always beautifying my life, I found dead one morning when I went out to water it, eaten by horrible vermin and chilled by an early frost. I tried to bring it back to life with the pure springs of my tears, but it never came back to me, though many times it acted as though it might, sprouting a green sprig or petal that gave me hope but soon shriveled and fell lifelessly to the ground. Over the winter months I watched from my window as my once beautiful flower crumpled into a dried brown husk: empty, lifeless and prickly to the touch. And today, Mayday, it felt good to tear it from the earth, but it was not without fond memories of the joy it once gave me.
And now it’s time for the new planting to begin. The soil at the Sarge Shack is fertile, and the sun is shining warmly upon it for the first time in months. It will be good to grow new life. It will take time for my plants to mature, but with the right care and nourishment mature they will, and blossom into a bumper crop of delicious and fragrant blessings, and this season I’ll take care to nurture the most beautiful of my flowers with even greater love and care, so it can be with me for all time.
Spring has sprung, Infected Army, and you know what that does to a young man’s fancy! Let us all cultivate our gardens, and have a warm, prosperous season as we bring new life towards the harvest time.
Friday, August 22, 2008
weed wacker
date 8 21 08
time 11:40pm
place couch
today: wasted
being tired while driving is just as irresponsible as driving drunk. I remember when i was 18 and I had a crazy ass girlfriend who insisted on making 3 am booty calls a regular thing. Driving to work the next morning was the scariest and stupidest thing I've ever done. I use to fall asleep at red lights and get woken up by angry drivers honking at me. Once I was driving and dozed off about a block or 2 later i woke up and i was still going. I pulled over and was like fuck this.
I think driver ed courses in high school do a pretty good job of driving the point home when it comes to car safety. I remember watching those red assault videos. It made me not want to get in a car ever. Till this day the image of this chicks head crushed under the steering wheel haunts me. In vegas drivers ed is a requirement if your under 18.
DUI's will ruin your life. You won't be eligible for a lot of government aid, scholarships are harder to get, jobs will see that and run the other direction. A DUI will follow you like you have rotten hamsters up your keester .
time 11:40pm
place couch
today: wasted
being tired while driving is just as irresponsible as driving drunk. I remember when i was 18 and I had a crazy ass girlfriend who insisted on making 3 am booty calls a regular thing. Driving to work the next morning was the scariest and stupidest thing I've ever done. I use to fall asleep at red lights and get woken up by angry drivers honking at me. Once I was driving and dozed off about a block or 2 later i woke up and i was still going. I pulled over and was like fuck this.
I think driver ed courses in high school do a pretty good job of driving the point home when it comes to car safety. I remember watching those red assault videos. It made me not want to get in a car ever. Till this day the image of this chicks head crushed under the steering wheel haunts me. In vegas drivers ed is a requirement if your under 18.
DUI's will ruin your life. You won't be eligible for a lot of government aid, scholarships are harder to get, jobs will see that and run the other direction. A DUI will follow you like you have rotten hamsters up your keester .
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