Good for you but keep in mind sometimes ppl drink just cause its fun to be drunk. i don't like the preconceived notion that all drinkers (or drug users) are problem infested ppl that do it just to escape reality, i mean, im sure some do but others just do it to enjoy the euphoric state you achieve with those substances.

Not to mention that escaping reality is not always a bad thing. when you go watch a movie or play a videogame that's what you are doing, escaping reality for a bit.

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You are pretty funny.

So I have to ride my bike 5 miles to work if I don't have enough gas, so last night I'm coming home and my bike completely shits out on me. Completely incapable of moving, so I pitch it on the side of the road and walk the rest of the way. I check Craig's list and find this old guy named Neil selling some nice bikes. I go this morning at 11 to check them out, I pay $75 and get this decent road bike, put it in my car and get home. I get home and the rear tires fucking flat. Of course the rear tire, right? It's harder to fix a rear tire than the front. And I have to go to work in an hour. Jesus Christ, if it's not one thing it's something fucking else. And still I'm running low on gas. Thanks, Obama.

Not to mention that emotions themselves are just chemical reactions and electrical impulses in your brain which warp your perception of reality in the same way that drugs do. Why draw an arbitrary line in the sand just cause one has to be introduced from outside of your body?

Except for marijuana, it's all natural therefore it has zero chemicals and thus cannot create a chemical reaction.

Come back to me when you know what a chemical is.

Alright, now that I'm sober enough to make a halfway decent post, I'd like to say that this is the same manager I had what I interpreted as a flirty vibe with. I've had crushes before, but it's always been possible to suppress them, since I've tended to gravitate toward train wrecks who would constantly give me reasons to ignore my infatuation.

But this bitch keeps proving to be far too cool for my own good, considering that she has a husband and two kids. Like, cool enough that I wouldn't care if we were just friends, cause I could totally see us being legitimately close friends given time. Except one who I'd like to bone.

I mentioned that she was okay with me being six ****ing hours late for work, when the store had apparently been very, very busy, so I figured she'd be at least a little annoyed with me (and she's no pushover manager, so if she was she would have made it clear), but when I finally called her to tell her I was about to go out the door to go to work, the first words out of her mouth were, "Do you have weed?"

... Why does she continually test my hypothetical resolve?

I did not unfortunately have weed, but I knew what kind of responsible-by-way-of-irresponsible person she was, so I'd already planned on giving her my last three bottles of Raging Bitch by way of an apology. She accepted.

And when I finally got to work, she THANKED ME for coming in. I believe her exact words were, "Thank you thank you thank you for coming in," like I'd been called in to work on my day off or something.

And after work we smoked a blunt outside the store. How's a guy supposed to not wanna bone that? How, I ask you?

I already regret responding to this...

Manager, married, two kids... Sounds like drama. Isn't there like, some singles club for serial killers who live in their moms' basements or something?? You might be less likely to get shot in that situation.

ignore her, batlord

i say go for it buddy

Your ambiguous use of the pronoun "her" has rendered your statement paradoxical and therefore, irrelevant.

I thought you would've caught onto me making a funny with that post.