I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
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I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
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Quote Originally Posted by noiqatall:
I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
you won 34K in one week? Please explain.
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Quote Originally Posted by noiqatall:
I feel you, I won 34k from a bookie and probably wont get paid a dime, I feel like I have been robbed, but I cant let it get me down. There will be reprecussions, since I probably wont get my money, which will cost me money to carry out, so in the end I will be losing money when I should have been gaining it, but in the end if your alive, you can fix your problems.
I saw your post michael and how can I turn down a nice request like that? Mike I want you to have peace in your life and hope your sex life is wonderful.
On to my life . I have been sitting on the roof lately and while not sitting on the roof I think about the squirrels that I befriend while up there. They are glorious squirrels and there are 2 or 3 that have wonderful potential to really make a difference in their community. What the squirrels need is for the father to stay home, that makes a big difference in how good the young squirrels turn out in life. My father left me and I turned into a fuk wad. Case closed. One more thing I will say is that in the short time I have spent with the squirrels I think they sense I am a loser and have started making strange noises. I think they are laughing at me, but I can't be sure.
So I was driving back from the doughnut shop and on a sugar and caffeine boost. I drove beside an 18 wheeler and gave him the honk the horn arm tug. He gave me a mean look and refused. I was floored. I thought about just turning the wheel as hard as I could to the right to try to get my car stuck underneath the 18 wheeler and just see what that gets me. Maybe the driver would respect me more if I had done that. But I didn't, as usual I chickened out and just cried.
I then thought, what if I just keep driving and don't stop until I get out to Kansas? Would anyone in Kansas notice me? But I can't do that. To punish myself I knelt down in my car seat on my knees, positioned my head above the steering wheel, and unleashed a whipping motion with my head and neck. Hard and downward. It hurt but at least I was not thinking about the mental pain anymore.
I wish I was Peter Pan, that is the thought that runs through my mind every time I buy peanut butter. I went to the grocery store and saw some wonderful young women there with nice curvy figures, beautiful skin, and skin as soft as a baby. With an erection I got in line to wait for my turn to pay. I tried everything to make it go away. I thought about the mean truck driver, the one in a million Millsap game, and a box of rocks. Nothing worked. In fact it got worse because there was a beautiful girl in front of me. I couldn't help myself and started talking to her. I just asked her if she had ever tried the cereal I was buying. She smiled and said yes she loved it. She then turned toward me because I am kind of cute and I could tell she was in to me. I had my hand in my pocket trying everything to conceal but couldn't. She noticed my erection and immediately got a horrified look on her face. I thought about running out of the store. In a hurry she paid and left without looking at me again.
I cursed myself and came up with a punishment plan right then and there. I slammed my hand in the car door first of all. It hurt so bad I collapsed and cried in the parking lot. People stared. I then got in my car and while driving unleashed the head whip to the steering wheel again, just like earlier. It put a whelp on my head, how will I explain that? To finish it off I climbed up about 15 to 20 feet in the tree, said hello to the squirrels, and jumped. Excruciating pain shot up my leg as I landed, I think my heel is broken. I heard the squirrels making their noise, the laughing noise. I am now being disrespected by the squirrels that I so desperately wanted respect from. I hope you guys don't think this is too bizarre, usually it's not quite like this.
Rappers need to catch up with Danny Boy
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I saw your post michael and how can I turn down a nice request like that? Mike I want you to have peace in your life and hope your sex life is wonderful.
On to my life . I have been sitting on the roof lately and while not sitting on the roof I think about the squirrels that I befriend while up there. They are glorious squirrels and there are 2 or 3 that have wonderful potential to really make a difference in their community. What the squirrels need is for the father to stay home, that makes a big difference in how good the young squirrels turn out in life. My father left me and I turned into a fuk wad. Case closed. One more thing I will say is that in the short time I have spent with the squirrels I think they sense I am a loser and have started making strange noises. I think they are laughing at me, but I can't be sure.
So I was driving back from the doughnut shop and on a sugar and caffeine boost. I drove beside an 18 wheeler and gave him the honk the horn arm tug. He gave me a mean look and refused. I was floored. I thought about just turning the wheel as hard as I could to the right to try to get my car stuck underneath the 18 wheeler and just see what that gets me. Maybe the driver would respect me more if I had done that. But I didn't, as usual I chickened out and just cried.
I then thought, what if I just keep driving and don't stop until I get out to Kansas? Would anyone in Kansas notice me? But I can't do that. To punish myself I knelt down in my car seat on my knees, positioned my head above the steering wheel, and unleashed a whipping motion with my head and neck. Hard and downward. It hurt but at least I was not thinking about the mental pain anymore.
I wish I was Peter Pan, that is the thought that runs through my mind every time I buy peanut butter. I went to the grocery store and saw some wonderful young women there with nice curvy figures, beautiful skin, and skin as soft as a baby. With an erection I got in line to wait for my turn to pay. I tried everything to make it go away. I thought about the mean truck driver, the one in a million Millsap game, and a box of rocks. Nothing worked. In fact it got worse because there was a beautiful girl in front of me. I couldn't help myself and started talking to her. I just asked her if she had ever tried the cereal I was buying. She smiled and said yes she loved it. She then turned toward me because I am kind of cute and I could tell she was in to me. I had my hand in my pocket trying everything to conceal but couldn't. She noticed my erection and immediately got a horrified look on her face. I thought about running out of the store. In a hurry she paid and left without looking at me again.
I cursed myself and came up with a punishment plan right then and there. I slammed my hand in the car door first of all. It hurt so bad I collapsed and cried in the parking lot. People stared. I then got in my car and while driving unleashed the head whip to the steering wheel again, just like earlier. It put a whelp on my head, how will I explain that? To finish it off I climbed up about 15 to 20 feet in the tree, said hello to the squirrels, and jumped. Excruciating pain shot up my leg as I landed, I think my heel is broken. I heard the squirrels making their noise, the laughing noise. I am now being disrespected by the squirrels that I so desperately wanted respect from. I hope you guys don't think this is too bizarre, usually it's not quite like this.
Sounds like those squirrels need a lesson in respect and compassion. Here's what to do. Purchase a high powered BB gun and a guillie suit. The guillie suit will prevent the squirrels and any nosy neighbors from wising up to the unfolding black operations.
Position yourself in a max-kill vantage point and unleash hell upon those squirrels. When one squirrel comes to investigate the still warm body of his fallen comrade, you strike! Do not think, do not hesitate, you make those squirrels feel every bit of pain befallen on you. This will make you feel better. Just make sure not to let the squirrel killing transition over to the hunt of the most dangerous animal of all.
Anyways, here's some jive turkey for the soul.
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Sounds like those squirrels need a lesson in respect and compassion. Here's what to do. Purchase a high powered BB gun and a guillie suit. The guillie suit will prevent the squirrels and any nosy neighbors from wising up to the unfolding black operations.
Position yourself in a max-kill vantage point and unleash hell upon those squirrels. When one squirrel comes to investigate the still warm body of his fallen comrade, you strike! Do not think, do not hesitate, you make those squirrels feel every bit of pain befallen on you. This will make you feel better. Just make sure not to let the squirrel killing transition over to the hunt of the most dangerous animal of all.
I saw your post michael and how can I turn down a nice request like that? Mike I want you to have peace in your life and hope your sex life is wonderful.
On to my life . I have been sitting on the roof lately and while not sitting on the roof I think about the squirrels that I befriend while up there. They are glorious squirrels and there are 2 or 3 that have wonderful potential to really make a difference in their community. What the squirrels need is for the father to stay home, that makes a big difference in how good the young squirrels turn out in life. My father left me and I turned into a fuk wad. Case closed. One more thing I will say is that in the short time I have spent with the squirrels I think they sense I am a loser and have started making strange noises. I think they are laughing at me, but I can't be sure.
So I was driving back from the doughnut shop and on a sugar and caffeine boost. I drove beside an 18 wheeler and gave him the honk the horn arm tug. He gave me a mean look and refused. I was floored. I thought about just turning the wheel as hard as I could to the right to try to get my car stuck underneath the 18 wheeler and just see what that gets me. Maybe the driver would respect me more if I had done that. But I didn't, as usual I chickened out and just cried.
I then thought, what if I just keep driving and don't stop until I get out to Kansas? Would anyone in Kansas notice me? But I can't do that. To punish myself I knelt down in my car seat on my knees, positioned my head above the steering wheel, and unleashed a whipping motion with my head and neck. Hard and downward. It hurt but at least I was not thinking about the mental pain anymore.
I wish I was Peter Pan, that is the thought that runs through my mind every time I buy peanut butter. I went to the grocery store and saw some wonderful young women there with nice curvy figures, beautiful skin, and skin as soft as a baby. With an erection I got in line to wait for my turn to pay. I tried everything to make it go away. I thought about the mean truck driver, the one in a million Millsap game, and a box of rocks. Nothing worked. In fact it got worse because there was a beautiful girl in front of me. I couldn't help myself and started talking to her. I just asked her if she had ever tried the cereal I was buying. She smiled and said yes she loved it. She then turned toward me because I am kind of cute and I could tell she was in to me. I had my hand in my pocket trying everything to conceal but couldn't. She noticed my erection and immediately got a horrified look on her face. I thought about running out of the store. In a hurry she paid and left without looking at me again.
I cursed myself and came up with a punishment plan right then and there. I slammed my hand in the car door first of all. It hurt so bad I collapsed and cried in the parking lot. People stared. I then got in my car and while driving unleashed the head whip to the steering wheel again, just like earlier. It put a whelp on my head, how will I explain that? To finish it off I climbed up about 15 to 20 feet in the tree, said hello to the squirrels, and jumped. Excruciating pain shot up my leg as I landed, I think my heel is broken. I heard the squirrels making their noise, the laughing noise. I am now being disrespected by the squirrels that I so desperately wanted respect from. I hope you guys don't think this is too bizarre, usually it's not quite like this.
I saw your post michael and how can I turn down a nice request like that? Mike I want you to have peace in your life and hope your sex life is wonderful.
On to my life . I have been sitting on the roof lately and while not sitting on the roof I think about the squirrels that I befriend while up there. They are glorious squirrels and there are 2 or 3 that have wonderful potential to really make a difference in their community. What the squirrels need is for the father to stay home, that makes a big difference in how good the young squirrels turn out in life. My father left me and I turned into a fuk wad. Case closed. One more thing I will say is that in the short time I have spent with the squirrels I think they sense I am a loser and have started making strange noises. I think they are laughing at me, but I can't be sure.
So I was driving back from the doughnut shop and on a sugar and caffeine boost. I drove beside an 18 wheeler and gave him the honk the horn arm tug. He gave me a mean look and refused. I was floored. I thought about just turning the wheel as hard as I could to the right to try to get my car stuck underneath the 18 wheeler and just see what that gets me. Maybe the driver would respect me more if I had done that. But I didn't, as usual I chickened out and just cried.
I then thought, what if I just keep driving and don't stop until I get out to Kansas? Would anyone in Kansas notice me? But I can't do that. To punish myself I knelt down in my car seat on my knees, positioned my head above the steering wheel, and unleashed a whipping motion with my head and neck. Hard and downward. It hurt but at least I was not thinking about the mental pain anymore.
I wish I was Peter Pan, that is the thought that runs through my mind every time I buy peanut butter. I went to the grocery store and saw some wonderful young women there with nice curvy figures, beautiful skin, and skin as soft as a baby. With an erection I got in line to wait for my turn to pay. I tried everything to make it go away. I thought about the mean truck driver, the one in a million Millsap game, and a box of rocks. Nothing worked. In fact it got worse because there was a beautiful girl in front of me. I couldn't help myself and started talking to her. I just asked her if she had ever tried the cereal I was buying. She smiled and said yes she loved it. She then turned toward me because I am kind of cute and I could tell she was in to me. I had my hand in my pocket trying everything to conceal but couldn't. She noticed my erection and immediately got a horrified look on her face. I thought about running out of the store. In a hurry she paid and left without looking at me again.
I cursed myself and came up with a punishment plan right then and there. I slammed my hand in the car door first of all. It hurt so bad I collapsed and cried in the parking lot. People stared. I then got in my car and while driving unleashed the head whip to the steering wheel again, just like earlier. It put a whelp on my head, how will I explain that? To finish it off I climbed up about 15 to 20 feet in the tree, said hello to the squirrels, and jumped. Excruciating pain shot up my leg as I landed, I think my heel is broken. I heard the squirrels making their noise, the laughing noise. I am now being disrespected by the squirrels that I so desperately wanted respect from. I hope you guys don't think this is too bizarre, usually it's not quite like this.
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. I have been sitting on the roof lately and while not sitting on the roof I think about the squirrels that I befriend while up there. They are glorious squirrels and there are 2 or 3 that have wonderful potential to really make a difference in their community. What the squirrels need is for the father to stay home, that makes a big difference in how good the young squirrels turn out in life. My father left me and I turned into a fuk wad. Case closed. One more thing I will say is that in the short time I have spent with the squirrels I think they sense I am a loser and have started making strange noises. I think they are laughing at me, but I can't be sure.
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