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Plan9 · 11-21-2010, 10:54 PM

I have motherfuckers cancel on me all the time. The worst, for me, is getting another dude to go to the frickin' range so we can do drills.

It appears that "Okay, I'll see you then," is the raging uterus punch of death to all my plans.

Typical Friday/Saturday Night:

A: *sitting in booth at Hooters, drinking giant Miller Lite*
B: "Hey, brah... you wanna go play GI Joe tomorrow?"
A: "Righteous... meet at my place at 8 and we'll hit the woods."
B: "Okay, I'll see you then. Don't forget the stapler."

*the next day, 9:48*

B: "Sorry about that, man. I drank too much last night (a whole case of Natty, by myself)."
A: "Uh. Okay. No worries (aside from your liver). Wanna go at noon?"
B: "Okay, I'll see you then."

*12:24*

B: "Sorry, my [girlfriend... dog... car... IED... giant octopus]."
A: "Word. Call me when you trade in your vagina for a penis."

Needless to say, I spend a lot of time shooting by myself.

...

I'm not a social person in the traditional sense (being all awkward and retarded) but I'm definitely not an introvert.

I do like bar hopping when there are enough people to warrant a DD without it being a buddy team BAC roulette game.

My biggest problem is that I have almost no friends outside my job. And my job is full of the social scum of the Earth.

In order to fix this problem, I have to make friends that have no clue about my job and that are more punctual than a corpse.

11-21-2010, 10:54 PM	#4 (permalink)
Plan9 I Confess a Shiver	I have motherfuckers cancel on me all the time. The worst, for me, is getting another dude to go to the frickin' range so we can do drills. It appears that "Okay, I'll see you then," is the raging uterus punch of death to all my plans. Typical Friday/Saturday Night: A: sitting in booth at Hooters, drinking giant Miller Lite B: "Hey, brah... you wanna go play GI Joe tomorrow?" A: "Righteous... meet at my place at 8 and we'll hit the woods." B: "Okay, I'll see you then. Don't forget the stapler." the next day, 9:48 B: "Sorry about that, man. I drank too much last night (a whole case of Natty, by myself)." A: "Uh. Okay. No worries (aside from your liver). Wanna go at noon?" B: "Okay, I'll see you then." 12:24 B: "Sorry, my [girlfriend... dog... car... IED... giant octopus]." A: "Word. Call me when you trade in your vagina for a penis." Needless to say, I spend a lot of time shooting by myself. ... I'm not a social person in the traditional sense (being all awkward and retarded) but I'm definitely not an introvert. I do like bar hopping when there are enough people to warrant a DD without it being a buddy team BAC roulette game. My biggest problem is that I have almost no friends outside my job. And my job is full of the social scum of the Earth. In order to fix this problem, I have to make friends that have no clue about my job and that are more punctual than a corpse. __________________ *Whatever you can carry.* "You should not drink... and bake." Last edited by Plan9; 11-21-2010 at 11:06 PM..