That reminds me of this INCREDIBLY LONG STORY
ran 2 miles 18mins14secs
100x4 crunches, 20x3 leg overs, 20x3 leg lifts
I highly suggest everyone go see Team America at the earlies possible chance. I have never laughed that hard in a theater. And be sure to stay to the end, otherwise you'll never know just how worthless Alec Baldwin is.
I almost had to whoop some fratty freshman ass the other night at the game. After I finally crowded this douchebag off of my seat (he was standing on my seat while the guys in front of me were standing on theirs, meaning I could see next to nothing) so that I could stand there, he kept trying to stand between me and his sorotity bitch without knocking over my bottle of water. It was quite amusing, especially since all it was going to take from him was pushing me a little to get my elbow in his face for being such a bitch earlier. So she finally moved over a little and let him in. What set it all off was when he and her left to get a drink and told his friend to watch their seats. WHAT THE FUCK his seats? I dont fucking think so. Soon after he left I got into a shouting match (which I started by the way) with his friends, who are quite lucky the last dojo-kun is to "refrain from violent behavior", and also that I really don't need being kicked out of Tiger Stadium on my record right now, and that I'd hate to ruin the karate club's alleged flawless record on starting fights. As the quarter went on however, they began to realize that I was extremely pissed and they were completely wrong. In fact, when the little bitch and the girl came back, they mentioned to him that he might want to just stay over on the steps because I was pissed off. And the guy really was a little bitch, it was amusing. So the girl came and stood back on Jon's seat, but he stayed over on the steps. As soon as halftime got there and everyone sat down, and they saw me talking to Jon talking to Scott, they realized they really fucked up and quickly apologized to me and said they'd try to stand on their own seats when the game started back up, which they did so.
Funny thing is, a year ago, I would've just taken all that and never said a word. I think the huge increase in my confidence is really the best part of dropping 40 pounds, getting in great shape, and learning a martial art. I don't take shit from anyone anymore. If you're pissing me off, and you're someone that I am allowed to yell at, then you're getting yelled at, and one wrong move on your part and you're ass is getting kicked. Now, its a whole other situation if you're someone that I'm not allowed to yell at (and you know who you are), then it gets a little hairy, and I only recently have learned how to deal with thats it better to bring stuff up early rather than hope it fixes itself.
I finally made my semesterly pilgrimage to Hooters Friday night, Shawn and Holly came. Scott and Jon wussed out because they had to go to the gym again (they had been already Friday afternoon) because they had a workout to makeup from missing Monday.
FAKE TITS FUCK YEAH
100x4 crunches, 20x3 leg overs, 20x3 leg lifts
I highly suggest everyone go see Team America at the earlies possible chance. I have never laughed that hard in a theater. And be sure to stay to the end, otherwise you'll never know just how worthless Alec Baldwin is.
I almost had to whoop some fratty freshman ass the other night at the game. After I finally crowded this douchebag off of my seat (he was standing on my seat while the guys in front of me were standing on theirs, meaning I could see next to nothing) so that I could stand there, he kept trying to stand between me and his sorotity bitch without knocking over my bottle of water. It was quite amusing, especially since all it was going to take from him was pushing me a little to get my elbow in his face for being such a bitch earlier. So she finally moved over a little and let him in. What set it all off was when he and her left to get a drink and told his friend to watch their seats. WHAT THE FUCK his seats? I dont fucking think so. Soon after he left I got into a shouting match (which I started by the way) with his friends, who are quite lucky the last dojo-kun is to "refrain from violent behavior", and also that I really don't need being kicked out of Tiger Stadium on my record right now, and that I'd hate to ruin the karate club's alleged flawless record on starting fights. As the quarter went on however, they began to realize that I was extremely pissed and they were completely wrong. In fact, when the little bitch and the girl came back, they mentioned to him that he might want to just stay over on the steps because I was pissed off. And the guy really was a little bitch, it was amusing. So the girl came and stood back on Jon's seat, but he stayed over on the steps. As soon as halftime got there and everyone sat down, and they saw me talking to Jon talking to Scott, they realized they really fucked up and quickly apologized to me and said they'd try to stand on their own seats when the game started back up, which they did so.
Funny thing is, a year ago, I would've just taken all that and never said a word. I think the huge increase in my confidence is really the best part of dropping 40 pounds, getting in great shape, and learning a martial art. I don't take shit from anyone anymore. If you're pissing me off, and you're someone that I am allowed to yell at, then you're getting yelled at, and one wrong move on your part and you're ass is getting kicked. Now, its a whole other situation if you're someone that I'm not allowed to yell at (and you know who you are), then it gets a little hairy, and I only recently have learned how to deal with thats it better to bring stuff up early rather than hope it fixes itself.
I finally made my semesterly pilgrimage to Hooters Friday night, Shawn and Holly came. Scott and Jon wussed out because they had to go to the gym again (they had been already Friday afternoon) because they had a workout to makeup from missing Monday.
FAKE TITS FUCK YEAH