"Wavy G" wrote in message
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I know it may be wrong, but I'm in love with righter's mom.

You got your hands full with all those MILFs.



"Wavy G" wrote in message
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I know it may be wrong, but I'm in love with DosBoss57's mom.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus
Day",
the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the
door
by
Noon. All was going well--so far. I went to the local shopping mart
to
get
some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to
cash
too
checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that's a
grande
total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it's closed.
CLOSED!
DAMMIT!! IT'S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot--bankers and postal workers
get a
day
off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball.
WHOOPDY-****IN'-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don't have any
cash.
This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had
my
lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich--my favourite! I first went to the Deli
station,
(located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks)
to
get
my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good)
but
I
thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good
and
I
never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about
getting
my
soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the
shopping
mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would
be.
So I
get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul
Revere
Chili." What the frick? I don't know who the Hell Paul Revere is,
but
I do
know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON
WITH
SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am
an
open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."

I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed
for a
few
moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of
"Andy
Capps" when I began noticing a smell--a horrible, horrible smell. I
had
no
idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like
every
where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a
bucket
of
Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely
upset.
I couldn't take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the
checkout
lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around
and
realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the
chip
aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE'S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT.
GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an
adjacent
parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you'd think
on
a
holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the
roads
and ****ing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look
over
out my window and see those Goth kids again--only now they're riding
a
bike.
GOTH KIDS DON'T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON? HAS THE
WHOLE
WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my
sandwich.
I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at
all--IT
WAS A
TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don't know what a "wrap" is,
it's a
sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a
fajita,
or
something--whatever it's called, it's basically baked glue. It was
horrible. And I looked inside...IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE.
"BLECCH."
a
HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich
open to
remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the
meat,
which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I
tried
to
pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off
with a
knife (that's kind of consistancy we're talking about here, folks)
and
got
it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese.
I
removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I
could
taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES
ME
ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or
throw
it
away and waste my money. I ate the whole ****ING SANDWICH. MY DAY
WAS
NOW
COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.


and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????

//Õ¿Õ\\

DosBoss57

Imagine all the people living life in peace !

Ahh, yes. Just imagine a world like that. Wouldn't that be swell.
Well,
it's a nice fantasy world you've created there, DosBoss57, but the
cold,
hard reality is that we are all subjected to days like I had on October
13,
the worst day of my life.

But thanks for trying.


Wavy, you need to put October 13 behind you. It's starting to look like
you're whining. There are many, many people out there who have had much
worse days than you've described. I know, it's all relative, but come
on,
you had a bad sandwich? That's it?

"That's it?" "THAT'S IT????" Of course that's not f*cking "it."

I had to put up with a guy following me around a shopping mart reeking of
Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal.

Too Goth kids, wearing black shirts and fat pants, suddenly got the nerve
to
pick their heads up and hop on a FU*CKING bike--won on the seat, and won
standing up on the back, like you would expect to see the "Little Rascals"
do, not a couple of Robert Smith disciples.

The "Soup of the Day" was f*ucking chili. CHILI.

Tell me that, along with all the other shit I had to put up with, wouldn't
just ruin *your* day.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to compartmentalize.




(ps, that's a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the "Peanuts"
you've
got there.)