-------"With a deaf fucking ear. Otherwise the incessant whining, moaning, bitching and nagging will erode the cellular structure of your inner peaceful place where skiing takes you.
Tell Barbie you're going. If she doesn't dig it, tough. Chicks are a dime a dozen, Pu. Powder days live forever. "
-Splat, on how to handle nonskiing chicks
Ok I don't know what the fuck I did to get Miss Punani all pissy and riled up. Everything seemed cool last night and this morning. Then she calls and is all whiny and pissy on the phone. I'm trying to figure out what the fuck I did wrong.
"Why are you so pissy at me? What did I do?!?!"
"You don't even know what you did? You're so insensitive! How could you not know?"
"I really don't know. Tell me"
"Whatever..."
"Is it because I put the digital sin v1.0 sampler porno DVD? I'm sorry! That's not it? Ok is it becasue I'm going skiing this weekend? No? That's not it either? Well what is it then?"
"You don't even know what you did! Fine!"
"I really don't know. I'm sorry for whatever I did that pissed you off".
"yeah right"
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What the FUCK is with chicks and their fucking little mind games? I'm trying to get a blanket apology going so I can score some make-up poontang, yet I seem to be digging myself deeper into a hole by not knowing what I did to get her all pissy in the first place.
Maggette/Minienne advice appreciated
(Resisting the urge to speak out my sig.....)
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