Originally Posted by WWWP (Post 2218600)

Ran into ol Chad the Ex at the wedding of mutual friends last night, the bastards seated us as the same table lol. He spilled his Modelo in the middle of the dining room and didn’t clean it up until he was told to by the bride, and he kept following me around and crying sentimentally throughout the night like a god damn lush. I know that getting dumped by me must suck especially when I roll in looking all fly but damn bruh pull yourself together.

Originally Posted by WWWP (Post 2218626)

The question with him was always how much did he drink before he even showed up

Originally Posted by Trollheart (Post 2218690)

That was a little stew-pid wasn't it?

Reminds me of my favourite Irish joke, other than our government and football team:

What does an Irish cop say when he gets his man?

"Irish stew in the name of the law!"

Originally Posted by Exo (Post 2218098)

Ready for this one Trollheart?

Yesterday I get a phone call from my grandmother asking me when I was going to get out of jail. I thought she was having a stroke. Turns out she fell prey to the classic "help me grandma I'm in jail and need cash money right now." scam. They got her for $12,000. I'm f*cking furious. The worst part is that she doesn't want to call the police because they beat the sh*t out of her ten years ago....

...for those of you who don't know that story. The quickest way to tell it is that she got arrested for not letting her partners troubled ex cop son into the house to continue to steal valuable items because he's a pill-head ex cop junkie and he got his old police buddies to literally arrest my grandmother for battery because she put her hands on him. When they arrested her she suffered a black eye and bruised collarbone. She was 76 years old at the time and five feet tall...

The never ending slog of sh*t I my family goes through never ends. Hey, at least we're not in Florida.