Not much to add to that. Agreed 100%.
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Not much to add to that. Agreed 100%.
Old-school is dead. Pettiness and backstabbing rule the day. I railed against it for a couple of years and, to be very honest, I burned out. I refuse to give in and will never be that way myself, but I know now it's just a fact of life.
I just get bitter sometimes about the fact that I do everything right, the way I was brought up to do, and some punk bitch motherfucker is gonna piss on my head and laugh about it to his punk bitch friends. Probably over the Internet.
Story of the 21st century, I guess.
I totally relate Swami. Really. But yeah, they get away with doing their shit because they can. And they know it. There is no respect. They will fuck you over because they believe that in some future that will pay dividends. And if not, what the fuck, right?
Yeah. I actually pity people like that, though, because that lack of trust cuts both ways.
The problem with doing dirt is that tomorrow, you gotta wake up and be the guy who did that dirt. And face that guy in the mirror. Doesn't sound like much fun to me.
We kind of live in a "slacker" age where we expect people who grew up in the time that we did to share the same values that we did, and we can get very comfortable in that expectation. Sometimes it's healthy to consider the fact that the people we work with are not our friends, and we should not engage them in that way.
We live in an age where communication is dead. I bet that the fuckless dicktard could text the shit out of you about what's bugging him. Men are typically so afraid of confrontation that it turns them into sissies. Backstabbing ass kissing cubicle moss sissies. Thta's why women rule the home. Men are guilty of handing their penises in at the start of "manhood"--which is exactly when we should be realizing just how powerful we are because we have The Cock. And we can get really big muscles if we work out. And we can jerk off and tell women to fuck off. AND because we don't really need to have kids because we lack inherent self-worth like women do.
But of course, all that is dream shit by me. I long for an age when MEN rule again, and make MEN RULES and are proud of the fact that we love beer, fart, belch, and force women to go down on us--and then tell them to shut the fuck up and do it again. But no, we sit around watching Gray's Anatomy, women's figure skating, pretending to care about the WNBA and soccer, trying to learn how to cook (and not just on the grill or boil hot dogs, but cook like a faggot). And then we wonder why the world is so fucking wimpy.
As a matter of fact, I'm starting to think Barak Obama is a bit too wimpy. BUT DAYM, have you checked out his wofe? How'd you like to be doing her doggy style (the way she likes it) on the same bed where Ronadl Reagan shat himself so many times?
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Originally Posted by Zip Goshboots
Having a dick is awesome. But you pay a price, and the price is that you have to play by man rules. I will go ahead and play Boggle with the in-laws and watch Animal Planet with the wife and whatever, because I know when it comes down to the realest of the real shit, I have been there and I can stand on my own. I've made peace with that. Some haven't.
And yes, Mrs. Obama is finer than a motherfucker. I don't know what it is, but that woman has got it like Georgia got extra chromosomes.
Even I can't take myself seriously with this av.
I don't know what to say Swami, except that in the world I live in I confront that dude somewhere at work when no one else is around.
This is how it went down:
Me: "So dude, I see you got a problem with me."
Him: "Nah, man - we're cool"
Me: "Really? So why did you go to the Boss about (insert problem here)?"
Him: squirming "Um, oh, I didn't mean for you to get in trouble"
What he meant is that he didn't think I'd (you'd) find out so...
Me: "Well, I did. And if that shit happens again you are gonna have a big fucking problem on your hands."
Him: "What did you say?"
Me: "Did I stutter? You heard me. You do that pussy shit again and you're done."
Him: "I'm done? You're gone, mate. I'll get you fired for that."
Me: "Ain't no one heard this but you and me. You go anywhere and tell anyone - I'll find out. I always do. And then you'll be fucked!"
He starts to shift on his feet, looking for an exit.
Me: "I'm not done. You hearing me? You wanna fuck with me? I will kick your ass. One day, somewhere I will get you. You won't even see me coming!"
At this point I saw someone walking towards us, about 15 feet away so I just changed it up:
Me: "Yeah, man - I can do that. Whatever you want. It's cool. Just remember what I said."
And I walked away.
The dude never said much to me after that.