Boy o Boy, I hate when im about to park and i tell my girl this
me: baby b4 i park get out because the curb is too high
my girl: no babe its not
me: yes it is
my girl: it's not honey
me: ok (but i already know its gonna hit)
as we get out i hear the door scraping against the curb and inside i am cringing and i say " I FUC*ING TOLD U SO"
or when we go out and eat, im like "lets eat hear or wait till we get home"
so she thought i was playin, so she started to eat and some grease or something fell out of the burger and it fell on my seats. thank god my seats are leather which are easier to clean. so i grabbed the burger from her hand and threw it out the window, i was that mad. needless to say i didnt get no booty that night. but i got my point across. and last but not least i absolutely hate when motherfu*kers slam the door. god!!!!!!!!!!!!
well thats it for now i got plenty more but im done venting right now.
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