I fear nothing after 18 hours in hell
Went to the Joe Louis arena on thurs. to cheer on the NMU hockey team in the CCHA finals. I had to drive a 15 passenger there and back. This dosen't sound so bad does it? Ok, remember that the van was filled with cheerleaders. Imagine the most inane drivel and multiply it by crack. Now add in the inexplicable female urge to nag the driver and you can understand my pain. 4 girls in particular whom I started to refer to as "the coven" were begging for time machines to be built so I could shove their pregnant mothers down a couple flights of stairs. "How far?, I'm cold, I'm hot, quit hitting potholes, why do you keep switching lanes? (In downtown Detroit) EVERY 5 min. for 8 HOURS!!!. God I hate women. Always with the bitching and nagging. Is it genetic??? WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? SHUT UP!!! Your life could be perfect, say everybody had a bigger ass then you and your makeup was on sale and you had a perfect hair day every day (women love superficiality) you would bitch because you had nothing to bitch about. I want to hear from you women, tell me why you nag and bitch ALL THE TIME!!!