Short answer, im an idiot. can't stress that enough plus i also wanted it with some ice.

im a very clumsy person so i spill alot of things lol

lol ahh okay.
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My clumsyness just ends in bodily harm(stubbed toes, pinkies and elbows etc). I'm pretty good about not spilling things.

TFW you get where you want to be, (I probably shouldn't even mention it).

THAT FEELING WHEN YOU'RE POSTING AND POSTING AND CAN'T SEEM TO HIT 15!!! WTF??

:whythis:

:finger:

That feeling when you ban someone for spamming to get 15 posts.

:finger: :finger:

That feeling when you're cleaning your genitals and you accidentally grab your anus.

That feeling after TMI.

That feeling when you like someone a lot, but can't be with them.

That feeling when you're trying to coordinate meeting someone you don't know in a random parking lot in New Jersey so you can pick up skis from them.

That could lead to a possible "ski deal gone bad!"

That feeling when someone changes your set to a Bieber set cause it's April fools day.

http://i.imgur.com/Rj568Sc.png

When you get so invested in facebook drama it becomes your new soap opera

...you post on BookFace that you're selling all your guitars and becoming a Pop Star (ON APRIL FOOLS DAY), and people actually believe you.

Its believable, you got the look man.

I got the moves like Hagar.

Holy ****, I just checked Bookface, and I've got quite a few PM's wanting to know how much I want for my guitars, what brands, etc.

Some people... :usehead:

:laughing:

That feeling where I can share my most intimate thoughts, in the correct thread!

Yeah whatever pineapple girl. :dj:

:finger:

You love it bb, it's sweeter than honey.

That feeling when you stop a thief from stealing someone's bike. :cool:

Where were you when I needed you about 4 years ago?

Good on ya tho!

Probably working my butt off to get money to replace the bike that was stolen from me :laughing:

I know you can get a cheap bike for like $200 or less at a sports store, but it just sucks when you have to replace something that was stolen from you. The bike that was stolen from me was locked with a U lock (which are supposed to be practically theft proof) through the frame and the wheel. I locked it in front of the US Consulate in Toronto. Of all fucking places to have a bike stolen, it had to be on a street swimming with diplomats and heavy security. FFS. I would think that anyone walking around carrying a tool to cut through a steel bar would look sketchy, especially there.

Yeah, unless it's their own crap, they don't care.

Mine was stolen from my back yard. The ONE time I didn't put it in the garage... ugh. Then I found out when taking the train to work (I used to talk to the concession stand guy every morning at the station), I had just missed the kid who stole it and he was trying to pawn it off to him for $10. TEN DOLLARS!

:banghead:

Ten bucks, WTF? The kid could have just gotten 10 bucks from somewhere else, lol.

The seat on my new bike was stolen once. Luckily it was just the crappy seat that came with the bike and not the fancy jelly one I have now, but I had to walk about 8 city blocks to get home, looking like an idiot walking a bike with no seat. I didn't want to stand and ride it, because of possible surprise buttsecks if I happened to lean back :rofl:

...and risk having your bike get beat up by ZK.

When someone compliments my hair:

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.... when they immediately follow up by saying "you should donate it!"

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....when they try to make me feel like some sort of heartless bitch for saying "that's never going to happen"...

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:laughing:

I've stopped counting how many times this has happened to me.

haha ^

That feeling when people are baiting and you shut them down.

pssssh :laughing:

You see a red spot on your dicks and realize it's just a pimple.



Wheeeeeeeew.

Dicks? You have more then one!?

I feel the same way when someone compliments me on my height, and then immediately says I should go into modelling. No f*cking thanks.

I have a tendency to use the plurals when not necessary. As in, this thread is dopes.



I happen to have just one penis as far as I'm aware. Though, I could imagine scenarios in which two would be, ah, perhaps... desirable. To each their own, I say, long as everyone involved is a-okay.

http://phatfriend.files.wordpress.co...inas-photo.jpg

Perfect match!