Alpha move in my opinion, let that slap-dick know that the game is over. Sure its embarrassing for our lady friend here but, imagine being the guy who just got beer dumped on him in front of his coworkers? I have a strong feeling that Duda left out the part where Steven from accounting, screamed “PUSSSSAYYYYYYYYYY” as old fuck boy walked into the kitchen to dry himself off.
She’s DTF bro…Its crunch time, 2 seconds left, 45 yards out, slight breeze, on the right hash marks…either you’re coming out of this as Adam Vinateri or Ray Finkle.
Great work Duda, The scene you paint is incredibly visceral. I can almost smell the beer in that dingy basement, I can feel the loud thud of Calvin Harris banging in the background slowly fading as you make eye contact with the lady, and of course, the feelings of perfection that one gets when a new relationship blossoms ,”In the infancy of a romantic liaison, there isn’t a whole lot to fight about. One tends to have a permanent smile on their face for the first few months when they become involved.”
In the history of people setting up their friends with other acquaintances I can assure you there is a 5% success rate and the other 95% of the time its getting a text right after from said friend that reads either “that was interesting” or my personal favorite “he’s nice..”
Yeah…but now, shes totally going to get the D from some chap named Giorgio with eyes as deep and blue as the Mediterranean and a lust for American girls. It’s totally game over for our friend here.
Nothing better than grinding through the middle of the week and seeing an inherently good looking and well off person (thanks to mom and dad) posting a picture on top of a mountain in Ecuador while holding a sick yoga pose with the caption “Finding one’s self through hard work and dedication is the habit of the successful” Its like yeah…soo we all know your parents are funding this after your recent meltdown because you got fired from your first job 6 months after graduation for showing up late multiple times.
Yeah sooo… I can tell you how this one plays out. She goes to Europe, hooks up with some random guy. Next morning she will get a text from her ex telling her he misses her. She’ll feel guilty for trying to move on too quick, so they plan to chat when she gets back. A week after she gets back she’ll text you out of the blue with something like “HIIIIII omg when are we going to hang out?”
You’ll take the bait and meet up at a local Fuddruckers, and while you suck down your Blue Hurricane through one of those loopy straws made for a 10 year old she’ll don a smirk and hit you with the “Sooooo me and not so funny are kinda talking agian” And there you are stuck with a $65 tab and crushed expectations.
Pro tip : F****** run, if a girl ever texts you after breaking up with a boyfriend its because she feels vulnerable and needs reassurance from a FRIEND.
My plan if I start balding is to just shave that shit, grow a beard, get a couple tat’s, buy a Harley and spend the rest of my life picking up lonely MILF’s in Panama City.
And when you finally meet the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, it will all make sense. All the tears, the confusion, and the uncertainty of life will appear not as this big jumbled mess that no one including your self could sort out but rather learning stages that have shaped who you are as a person.
Looking back I’m so grateful for every break up and every point of rejection, because if those things wouldn’t of happened, it would of never forced me to look inward and improve the things I needed to fix. (i.e. like leaving my bong collection out when I first met my fiance’s parents)
Clarity comes with time and maturity, and it sounds like you’re on your way to finding the right person.
Best decision I ever made, aside from finally signing up and being able to make my first post on this derelict website. Got a Vespa about a year ago and its life changing, I never have to worry about parking or getting pulled over. A wise man once told me, “Cops could give two shits about a white guy on a scooter”
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“Hi Todd, this is your conscious speaking…WALK.THE.FUCK.AWAY”
God damnit B-Max, I was rooting for you, WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!
That being said, yeah….go after Lyla man, that seems like a much better deal than pasta bae.
RIP to all the straws I’ve thrown onto the sticky bar floors in my lifetime.
Alpha move in my opinion, let that slap-dick know that the game is over. Sure its embarrassing for our lady friend here but, imagine being the guy who just got beer dumped on him in front of his coworkers? I have a strong feeling that Duda left out the part where Steven from accounting, screamed “PUSSSSAYYYYYYYYYY” as old fuck boy walked into the kitchen to dry himself off.
And guess what? Half of these people moved to Colorado.
She’s DTF bro…Its crunch time, 2 seconds left, 45 yards out, slight breeze, on the right hash marks…either you’re coming out of this as Adam Vinateri or Ray Finkle.
Great work Duda, The scene you paint is incredibly visceral. I can almost smell the beer in that dingy basement, I can feel the loud thud of Calvin Harris banging in the background slowly fading as you make eye contact with the lady, and of course, the feelings of perfection that one gets when a new relationship blossoms ,”In the infancy of a romantic liaison, there isn’t a whole lot to fight about. One tends to have a permanent smile on their face for the first few months when they become involved.”
Keep it up.
In the history of people setting up their friends with other acquaintances I can assure you there is a 5% success rate and the other 95% of the time its getting a text right after from said friend that reads either “that was interesting” or my personal favorite “he’s nice..”
Yeah…but now, shes totally going to get the D from some chap named Giorgio with eyes as deep and blue as the Mediterranean and a lust for American girls. It’s totally game over for our friend here.
Nothing better than grinding through the middle of the week and seeing an inherently good looking and well off person (thanks to mom and dad) posting a picture on top of a mountain in Ecuador while holding a sick yoga pose with the caption “Finding one’s self through hard work and dedication is the habit of the successful” Its like yeah…soo we all know your parents are funding this after your recent meltdown because you got fired from your first job 6 months after graduation for showing up late multiple times.
Yeah sooo… I can tell you how this one plays out. She goes to Europe, hooks up with some random guy. Next morning she will get a text from her ex telling her he misses her. She’ll feel guilty for trying to move on too quick, so they plan to chat when she gets back. A week after she gets back she’ll text you out of the blue with something like “HIIIIII omg when are we going to hang out?”
You’ll take the bait and meet up at a local Fuddruckers, and while you suck down your Blue Hurricane through one of those loopy straws made for a 10 year old she’ll don a smirk and hit you with the “Sooooo me and not so funny are kinda talking agian” And there you are stuck with a $65 tab and crushed expectations.
Pro tip : F****** run, if a girl ever texts you after breaking up with a boyfriend its because she feels vulnerable and needs reassurance from a FRIEND.
If a job doesn’t offer you a dual monitor set up, walk out.
Ohhh, so this is the Duda everyone keeps talking about.
My plan if I start balding is to just shave that shit, grow a beard, get a couple tat’s, buy a Harley and spend the rest of my life picking up lonely MILF’s in Panama City.
Yes, but I firmly believe that our decisions are part of our predetermined fate/destiny.
Things do happen for a reason.
And when you finally meet the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, it will all make sense. All the tears, the confusion, and the uncertainty of life will appear not as this big jumbled mess that no one including your self could sort out but rather learning stages that have shaped who you are as a person.
Looking back I’m so grateful for every break up and every point of rejection, because if those things wouldn’t of happened, it would of never forced me to look inward and improve the things I needed to fix. (i.e. like leaving my bong collection out when I first met my fiance’s parents)
Clarity comes with time and maturity, and it sounds like you’re on your way to finding the right person.
More than half of these guys have already psychologically boned my girlfriend.
If I had a dollar every time a college fling told me “I’m sorry but I was soooo drunk last night and I don’t remember anything.”
To the contrary b****, I know you ‘member.
Best decision I ever made, aside from finally signing up and being able to make my first post on this derelict website. Got a Vespa about a year ago and its life changing, I never have to worry about parking or getting pulled over. A wise man once told me, “Cops could give two shits about a white guy on a scooter”