The Complaining and Bitching Thread

For some it is a life's work. Don't hate.

 

I'ma drunk enough to wrassle you right now. You best check yoself.

 

noodle, it's a Moo Point

 

Bring it. The fleece will not back down.

 

Where the hell are you, anyway? We are we not drinking? Come pick me up, woman.

 

Fight! Fight! Fight!

My money is on DamnitAll

 

Oh?! Your well-proportioned ass want some of this, too?

Colton Rosenbusch has more than enough to go around.

 

The worst part about drinking is how I'm susceptible to house music.

I feel like Remixer will eventually take advantage of this weakness.

/dancing white boy

 

That's a lovely compliment.

Now my money is on Stanley

 

Fuck yeah it's on.

 

Atta girl.

 

Hey, goddamnit... I'm totally down the street. Let's go dancing.

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I hate the 5th pocket jeans because it's too small to be useful for any reasonable survival implement.

 

That's where you're supposed to put your teeth when they get knocked out of your head.

 

Two weekends and I'm all yours—first round's on me.

Besides, you're the one that blew me off for tomorrow night's fun and games. So there.

 

Coming from someone that deescalates alcohol-fueled pre-fights with baby talk and face-patting, I'll take that as a compliment.

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A: I'm sharing a car (poor white person).
B: I'm doing legs and shoulders that night.

/serious complaints

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Hell, you're an English major and you hardly ever correct me with snide quips that demean the fact that I somehow managed to graduate with top marks from a major university. What's your excuse, huh?

I know how passive aggressive you can be, Ms. Post-It-in-the-work-'Frige.

 

Hey, I didn't do the baby-talking and face-patting. I was simply observing this phenomena. Like a scientist.
I consider that close to character defamation. You will never find me patting some grown man's drunkass face.

 

...but you've been married before.

 

I ain't mad atcha.

I'm serious though—two weeks from Sunday: put me in your little black book, or I'll chuck my Shakespeare anthology at you.

 

You want me to let them stay stupid? That affects my quality of life, yo. And hurts my eyes and ears.