i’ve finally understood why everyone keeps calling me sean and calling me fictional. i don’t know why you guys don’t think i’m real, would it take a picture or something to convince you? maybe that’s why no one comments on my entreis. but i’m not worried about much, for once, because i had a very excellent day today. we were going through the typical typicals of yardcrew except when went a little further than usual, and really close to the coastline. we went to ft. walton and not only did we do some landscaping for a beach house, but a beach house filled with honeys. and, as lucky and good looking as i am, had the luck to start up a conversation with one. apparently she is from georgia and isn’t staying in florida very long. she took a vacation from alfa or something ( a career woman…i like) and has to go back at about january. but since i’m a suave kind of guy, i got a phone number, and a date this very night. Red lobster. i’m paying of course, but if she’s nothing like my last girlfriend, she’ll be perfect. she’s got blonde hair, brown eyes ( a combo i find very very sexy) and is a little short but has got a very nice set of jubblies and is pretty slim. wish me luck tonight, would you? lord knows i’ve had my share of bad luck, and perhaps it’s finally turning around. i’ll tell you what really reeled her in though-as cold as it was today, i decided to work with my shirt off. and i’ll be damned if she didn’t come right outside for the sole reason to talk to me! she started off when i was laying some straw down she said something like ‘missed a spot honey’. she was leaning over the railing (the house had two stories, ya know), practically showing me some of that sweet cleavage! so we got to talkin, and she eventually slipped me a sheet of paper with her number, i could have gotten it from my boss, rico, but it was alot better this way. wish me luck tonight!
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SuaveThursday, December 2nd, 2004, 2:03 PM CentralGregor Swenz |
December 2nd, 2004 at 3:20 PM
I have no clue why they keep calling you me either. I mean we’re nothing alike. I mean seriously guys, does it look like I care about the chica’s. how could this possibly be me? Good luck Gregor…good luck indeed.
December 2nd, 2004 at 4:11 PM
it sucks being a guy.Id rather die than be a woman though.
How about being a guy who DOESNT care about sex/girls/all that mess….thatd be nice, but impossible.
Oh, my heart weeps for freedom from testosterone.
December 2nd, 2004 at 6:07 PM
It is not impossible.
December 2nd, 2004 at 6:30 PM
good luck with the girl-im sure shed love it if you mentioned her "jubblies" haha. thats a new one on me..and i thought i had heard it all
December 2nd, 2004 at 6:33 PM
oh and btw sean the only reason you ont think about normal horny stuff all the time is because you are brainwashed. dont worry though, you are a lot better off than all of us hormonally depraved people-all of which are not guys. xack failed to mention that somme girls are just as bad as guys. trust me.
December 2nd, 2004 at 9:14 PM
To do a spin-off: I find girls have the opposite of synergy. I am not sure what the antonym of synergy is, collectively stupid, perhaps, but until a better word comes around I shall use fuckergy.
Wait. Before this goes any further, I want you to know, I’m..I’m a diabetic.
Whoa, whoa, wait…are you telling me, you’re not going to give me a Happy Ending?
I tire of this. I hope you do too. I sicken of this. I hope you do too. I hate us.
December 3rd, 2004 at 10:42 AM
Ok, firstly, it’s GREAT being a girl! As not only do you have a reason for going skitz at people and biting their heads off, you also have a reason for eating your weight in chocolate (it’s the cravings ya’no!)
And you Stephen guy! Are you trying to imply girls are stupid? I mean sure, when you see them ‘fighting’ they look like they should be rolling around in mud (I mean come on, pulling hair is useless!) But you know, girls do have to put up with a hell of a lot of mens crap… Really you should pity us!
Then again, I would love to be a guy, so i could pee standing up, I feel I am really missing out here. I meaan I wann be able to write my name in the snow, I wanna see how far I can make it go! Sure, I could try it now… But I just assume it’d end up trickling down my leg, not very pretty.
AND you blody guys don’t have to go through labour or any of that crap. And mother nature doesn’t hold a grudge against you!! Blody mother nature, kill her, shoot her down, with a big gun! Or…. Poke her with a large stick, which could give her a series of splinters, which could then become infected! Ohhh yes, who’l be laughing then, who, WHO I SAY?! ME, that is who… Anyways, i think I have posted enough… My longest one yet (Yes I say yet as I am planning to post more in the not so very near future…)
December 3rd, 2004 at 12:19 PM
Back to relevance, Gregor: Yes, I do believe a picture of you would soothe me considerably, because a part of me still thinks you are, Sean. See, it’s not uncommon for this group of assholes to make up characters and pretend to be someone online. In fact, __it’s just what I expect__. So, by all means, prove me wrong.
December 3rd, 2004 at 5:24 PM
My condolences for the pox of "Mother Nature" that is the mark of womanhood. And I’m not implying anything.