Point Blank Asshole - Shit Stinks
A point blank asshole is someone who shouts blank points out his or her ass hoping some shit will stick..
Shit Stinks
Nardo is an expert at shouting shit. He speaks with such confidence and authority, even when he says "hello". It all has to mean something, I guess... A good point in count is when he plays drill Sargent on his X-box. Lambasting the other players for not protecting him. As Sargent, he likes to play at mage, he thinks he's some magical healer.
GF : Can I have my water bottle? (that I left with you while you were outside doing yard work when we went out)
Nardo : Yes.
GF : Where is it? Is it still outside? They're expensive.
Nardo : It's here. Must still be outside. Wait. Here it is. I brought it in and set it in the LR.
Only a mother is accepting of how wrong you are when you think your shit don't stink, even though you are so far off being right.
GF : Have an orange.
Nardo : Yes, I had one, they're good.
GF : Are they organic?
Nardo : Yes. They're from BC.
GF : Doesn't mean that they're organic.
Nardo : Oh.
GF : I like those other ones we had. They were delicious.
Nardo : The ones I got before were called Timolo. They're Japanese. (Nardo has a penchant for anything Japan - he fancies himself a Samurai chef, and uses only knives that are longer than his head)
So Nardo is now inside with the ethernet all fired up looking for somewhere to spend his new earned cash. Maybe health supplements would be a good start, but I bet he's ordering pizza. Reward yourself for a hard day's work. You'll sleep better tonight.
GF is juggling alligators, with 6 balls in the air, finding housing, treatment, and support for Nardo, to
get him a medical assessment, so he can find part time employment, and move out from under our wing.
She realizes she can't wait until he magically finds a job he likes and doesn't quit, so he can support
his own needs into the procedure of transgendering. As she puts it, she is not going to be carrying his
bladder bag and changing his diapers while he convalesces from his butchery. Nardo likes butchery.
That's why he cooks with oversize knives and kills every subtle nuance with spice, then burns the hell
out of everything he makes. He's very assertive and thinks he knows exactly what he wants, until he
doesn't get it. Then he feels like a fool and feels like he's failed, and retracts to recoup himself
with his tail tucked tween his legs. Soon he will have no tail to tuck! Yes, and if I'm not mistaken,
he's downstairs playing Sargent-shout as we speak...
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Shit Stinks
Nardo is an expert at shouting shit. He speaks with such confidence and authority, even when he says "hello". It all has to mean something, I guess... A good point in count is when he plays drill Sargent on his X-box. Lambasting the other players for not protecting him. As Sargent, he likes to play at mage, he thinks he's some magical healer.
GF : Can I have my water bottle? (that I left with you while you were outside doing yard work when we went out)
Nardo : Yes.
GF : Where is it? Is it still outside? They're expensive.
Nardo : It's here. Must still be outside. Wait. Here it is. I brought it in and set it in the LR.
Only a mother is accepting of how wrong you are when you think your shit don't stink, even though you are so far off being right.
GF : Have an orange.
Nardo : Yes, I had one, they're good.
GF : Are they organic?
Nardo : Yes. They're from BC.
GF : Doesn't mean that they're organic.
Nardo : Oh.
GF : I like those other ones we had. They were delicious.
Nardo : The ones I got before were called Timolo. They're Japanese. (Nardo has a penchant for anything Japan - he fancies himself a Samurai chef, and uses only knives that are longer than his head)
So Nardo is now inside with the ethernet all fired up looking for somewhere to spend his new earned cash. Maybe health supplements would be a good start, but I bet he's ordering pizza. Reward yourself for a hard day's work. You'll sleep better tonight.
GF is juggling alligators, with 6 balls in the air, finding housing, treatment, and support for Nardo, to
get him a medical assessment, so he can find part time employment, and move out from under our wing.
She realizes she can't wait until he magically finds a job he likes and doesn't quit, so he can support
his own needs into the procedure of transgendering. As she puts it, she is not going to be carrying his
bladder bag and changing his diapers while he convalesces from his butchery. Nardo likes butchery.
That's why he cooks with oversize knives and kills every subtle nuance with spice, then burns the hell
out of everything he makes. He's very assertive and thinks he knows exactly what he wants, until he
doesn't get it. Then he feels like a fool and feels like he's failed, and retracts to recoup himself
with his tail tucked tween his legs. Soon he will have no tail to tuck! Yes, and if I'm not mistaken,
he's downstairs playing Sargent-shout as we speak...
.