End of leaving cert across the country.
Yeah - I'm a perv, but fuck it - doesn't make me any different to the rest of you guys.
Why am I posting this at 3:30 on a saturday morning?
I fucking fuming right now.
I need to vent.
I need to vent pretty damn bad, but in such a way as not to incur the wrath of rogue mod, Dr Love.
Go through more shenanigans with lucky lu to get my account unfrozen again.
You know how long I spent chatting up this damn broad?? (broad.... can I say that?)
2 fucking hours.
2 fucking hours of my life.
I was bordering on psychosis....
And as a brief aside - how in the name of Scientology, is there 135 users logged on at 3:30 on a Friday morning??
I think EI are fabricating the user count, to make the place look more popular than it really is.
Anyways - I was chatting broads left and right.
They take one look at my pecs, in my tight white long sleaved shirt (which I got in a thrift shop, just FYI), and straight away, they humor the most asinine chat up lines known to man.
Anyways, I'm scoring birds that are half in the bag, all over.
Scoring, as in, snogging.
Then they fart off elsewhere - kind of like a throwback to my teenage disco days.
So, I say, I'm gonna go for the THEE hottest looking broad I can find, which I do.
Red dress up to her fucking pussy hole; fucking thing looked like a belt.
Cracking legs - the works.
2 hours of work into this broad.
I'm listening to her yammering on, and just visualizing eating her pussy out for least, 2 to 3 hours.
I'm hitting her with questions like, "so, you like oral sex? What's your favorite position?" - all this good stuff.
And she's into it.
Then, "I'm gonna get a drink with my friend".
This was about a half hour before lights come on.
I was out of gas at that point.
Some other little fuck face, is basically in there with her.
She told me they were together before.
"They had sex", as she so directly put it.
Well, she's obviously aiming to get plowed by the little twit, again.
I resort to desperate tactics.
I grab another bird and start making out with her in direct eye shot of the red dress cracker.
I'm hitting on all sorts of other broads (and scoring them), but by the end of the night, it's clear, it would be exceptionally difficult to actually bed one down, so I just end up saying heinously insulting things to them, whilst they flip out, give me the finger, start cursing me out etc.
See - it's not just on here I behave like that, like some character I've made up.
This is me, in real life.
Anyways - I see the red dress cracker with that little fuckface with the toad stool haircut.
Now - his brother is a friend, so, I don't make a move.
But given the circumstances, my temper flared so bad, I would ordinarily have turned that little street urchin looking motherfucker into sawdust.
I can't express how pissed I was.
The rest of the guys haven't got back yet, which would lead to the assumption they all scored - which compounds my aggravation.
So, to surmise -
SHIT ASS CUNT FUCKHEAD BITCH TWOT SHIT EATING PIECE OF DEGENERATE CUNTFACE!!!!!!!
Apologies, but you must make exception for my currently poor presentation, given recent events.
So, I'm hoping, I go to sleep, wake up, hit the gym, work out - and with a little luck, this psychotic rage with have subsided to a more manageable degree.
And further apologies luckylu - I know I'm meant to tone it down - but step into my shoes right now.
If you could, you'd let this one slide.