Anyone with girlfriend problems?
You might not think your girl is that bad after reading this.
Laughed my a** off.
http://forum.elitecaraudio.com/showt...5&pagenumber=1
Laughed my a** off.
http://forum.elitecaraudio.com/showt...5&pagenumber=1
This is what it says;
I have been with girl a month and she has just crossed the line. Besides her lovely habit of following me around like a puppy dog all the time. She likes to talk to me until my eardrum bleeds. Bleeds! This non-stop yammering takes place:
In the car when I want to listen to Stern.
Forget watching O’Reilly Factor, I get the Donna factor.
Sleep in till 8am, not when Donna gets up at 5:00 am.
At work, she likes to call 5 times a day.
On the computer, She got my email address!
I can’t get away. Now she is dropping the L-bomb on me after 30 days and getting way too comfortable with me. Not 30 day behavior… not 30 month behavior. I am ready to move out of state.
Yesterday Morning 05:00hrs (5am)
I cuddled snug and warm in my bed with lovely dreams of sugarplumbs prancing in my head.
The ***** comes bursting in the room screaming and throwing the lights on. I shoot straight up wide-awake from a deep sleep. Pair of sweat pants comes flying at my head and without even thinking I grab them and fling them on. “What happened!” I think someone died or someone is crawling through a window or Jesus himself is sitting on the couch.
“There’s bug in my bathroooooom!!!” She screams all dramatic.
I flung the pants off on to the dresser, said something nasty, and tried to go back to bed with a racing heart. I should have thrown that bug on her.
The Last Straw
I’m taking a hot steamy shower last night. Trying to enjoy the hot water and relative peace only a hot shower can provide. Donna is the bathroom yammering about work or something. Unconsciously, I just say “uh huh, really, that sucks, get out of here” while secretly just trying to enjoy my shower. But I can’t enjoy. My eardrums are bleeding. Every time this girl walks into the room my ear drums recoil like a puppy that’s about to get hit.
“but that’s not MY job. I told the ***** that yesterday. You make your own copies…”
Then something strange happened. My eyes started to water. My face started to cringe and the temperature just raised ten degrees. I was getting dizzy and nauseous all at the same time. I stepped back from the hot steamy water and my knees buckled! As I opened the curtain the room rotated in slow motion on its axis as the walls breathed it was like acid flashback gone bad. The pungent aroma of ammonia, eggs and dead chicken choked me. Her voice melted into low toned, inaudible, blur.
“Maaaaaaaake yourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ownnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn coppieessssssssssss”
I started to panic. I think I’m dying. The ***** has done it. She FINALLY talked me to death. Then a light went off in my head. I’m not dying…
“Did you just break wind in here?”
“Yea Sorry. Anyway, so I told my boss I am not the devtel.net slave anymore…”
Yea sorry? The ***** made my knees buckle! This was no normal gas. This was chemical weapons quality. Saddam Hussein himself would be like “Don’t use that ****, thats just wrong” The ****ed up part is that if you know that your gas is that potent, wouldn’t leave a small enclosed area to do it. She has known me for a month, how can she be that comfortable? I don’t even take ****s when she around never mind drop bombs like that. If we were married for a year and she did that I would get a divorce. Judge would be like “That sick ***** did WHAT!” But this doesn’t occur to her.
“You know I can’t have sex with you anymore”
“Yes you will anyway about work...”
I Tried But I Can’t Do It
It just keeps staring at me. I am trying to **** this girl doggy-style but I can’t stay hard. It just keeps looking at me. I can’t concentrate. All I can think about is the little red Cyclops looking at me. It’s like that burning evil red-eye of Sauron in Lord of the Rings. There’s no getting away. Where ever I go it can see me.
“**** me harder, harder, your so good, I luvvvv you”
My **** getting softer, I can’t perform. I look down. It’s still there.
“Harder, Harder, **** me, harder, oh baby”
She wants me to **** her harder? What if something bad happens? I am kind of afraid to be pushing on her down there now. Those intestines are probaly brewing something horrible right now. Her *** is pointing right at me. It’s like looking down the barrel of a gun with Michael J Fox on the trigger.
I give her one big thrust. The bed jerks and makes loud chirp. I leap from her like a soldier diving on a grenade. I didn’t know whether I should stop drop and roll or hide under the desk like a WWII bomb drill.
“It was just the bed silly”
I wasn’t taking chances.
Please save me.
I have been with girl a month and she has just crossed the line. Besides her lovely habit of following me around like a puppy dog all the time. She likes to talk to me until my eardrum bleeds. Bleeds! This non-stop yammering takes place:
In the car when I want to listen to Stern.
Forget watching O’Reilly Factor, I get the Donna factor.
Sleep in till 8am, not when Donna gets up at 5:00 am.
At work, she likes to call 5 times a day.
On the computer, She got my email address!
I can’t get away. Now she is dropping the L-bomb on me after 30 days and getting way too comfortable with me. Not 30 day behavior… not 30 month behavior. I am ready to move out of state.
Yesterday Morning 05:00hrs (5am)
I cuddled snug and warm in my bed with lovely dreams of sugarplumbs prancing in my head.
The ***** comes bursting in the room screaming and throwing the lights on. I shoot straight up wide-awake from a deep sleep. Pair of sweat pants comes flying at my head and without even thinking I grab them and fling them on. “What happened!” I think someone died or someone is crawling through a window or Jesus himself is sitting on the couch.
“There’s bug in my bathroooooom!!!” She screams all dramatic.
I flung the pants off on to the dresser, said something nasty, and tried to go back to bed with a racing heart. I should have thrown that bug on her.
The Last Straw
I’m taking a hot steamy shower last night. Trying to enjoy the hot water and relative peace only a hot shower can provide. Donna is the bathroom yammering about work or something. Unconsciously, I just say “uh huh, really, that sucks, get out of here” while secretly just trying to enjoy my shower. But I can’t enjoy. My eardrums are bleeding. Every time this girl walks into the room my ear drums recoil like a puppy that’s about to get hit.
“but that’s not MY job. I told the ***** that yesterday. You make your own copies…”
Then something strange happened. My eyes started to water. My face started to cringe and the temperature just raised ten degrees. I was getting dizzy and nauseous all at the same time. I stepped back from the hot steamy water and my knees buckled! As I opened the curtain the room rotated in slow motion on its axis as the walls breathed it was like acid flashback gone bad. The pungent aroma of ammonia, eggs and dead chicken choked me. Her voice melted into low toned, inaudible, blur.
“Maaaaaaaake yourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ownnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn coppieessssssssssss”
I started to panic. I think I’m dying. The ***** has done it. She FINALLY talked me to death. Then a light went off in my head. I’m not dying…
“Did you just break wind in here?”
“Yea Sorry. Anyway, so I told my boss I am not the devtel.net slave anymore…”
Yea sorry? The ***** made my knees buckle! This was no normal gas. This was chemical weapons quality. Saddam Hussein himself would be like “Don’t use that ****, thats just wrong” The ****ed up part is that if you know that your gas is that potent, wouldn’t leave a small enclosed area to do it. She has known me for a month, how can she be that comfortable? I don’t even take ****s when she around never mind drop bombs like that. If we were married for a year and she did that I would get a divorce. Judge would be like “That sick ***** did WHAT!” But this doesn’t occur to her.
“You know I can’t have sex with you anymore”
“Yes you will anyway about work...”
I Tried But I Can’t Do It
It just keeps staring at me. I am trying to **** this girl doggy-style but I can’t stay hard. It just keeps looking at me. I can’t concentrate. All I can think about is the little red Cyclops looking at me. It’s like that burning evil red-eye of Sauron in Lord of the Rings. There’s no getting away. Where ever I go it can see me.
“**** me harder, harder, your so good, I luvvvv you”
My **** getting softer, I can’t perform. I look down. It’s still there.
“Harder, Harder, **** me, harder, oh baby”
She wants me to **** her harder? What if something bad happens? I am kind of afraid to be pushing on her down there now. Those intestines are probaly brewing something horrible right now. Her *** is pointing right at me. It’s like looking down the barrel of a gun with Michael J Fox on the trigger.
I give her one big thrust. The bed jerks and makes loud chirp. I leap from her like a soldier diving on a grenade. I didn’t know whether I should stop drop and roll or hide under the desk like a WWII bomb drill.
“It was just the bed silly”
I wasn’t taking chances.
Please save me.
I think the guy's got some problems, not the chick.
First off, he doesn't know how to control the conversation situation.
Secondly, he's insecure enough to let a bodily function bother him THAT MUCH...to the point where it affects his libido. [img]graemlins/freak.gif[/img] For crying out loud, what do people have against farting so much that makes it such a big deal privately? It stinks, so what. It goes away. Who HASN'T let a big wet stinker rip? Anyone? If it was in a public place depending on the situation and surroundings, it may be a different story. But I think this guy needs to lighten up. Maybe he should be gay or learn to like the smell of girl farts. [img]graemlins/dunno.gif[/img]
First off, he doesn't know how to control the conversation situation.
Secondly, he's insecure enough to let a bodily function bother him THAT MUCH...to the point where it affects his libido. [img]graemlins/freak.gif[/img] For crying out loud, what do people have against farting so much that makes it such a big deal privately? It stinks, so what. It goes away. Who HASN'T let a big wet stinker rip? Anyone? If it was in a public place depending on the situation and surroundings, it may be a different story. But I think this guy needs to lighten up. Maybe he should be gay or learn to like the smell of girl farts. [img]graemlins/dunno.gif[/img]
