So why does Rory want to "tear someone's fucking head off?"
You know those days you wake up feeling nothing but rage? Totally hate the world, everyone in it?
But it’s a gorgeous day and there’s the tail end of a hurricane swell and the wind is great so you paddle out and try to shake off the anger. But you can’t because some fat ass pig of a girl is sitting wide on her wavestorm, yelling “party wave!” and shoulder hopping literally every set that comes in. Then has loud conversations during lulls about how she dropped the restraining order against her baby daddy because even though he “has his problems” and can’t stay out of jail he’s “a good dad.”
So you spend the entire session stewing over that bitch. Wishing you could grab her by a fat fold and hammer her teeth through the back of her head.
So even though it’s overhead, punchy enough to be a challenge, soft enough to push your turns, you spend the entire session stewing over that bitch. Wishing you could grab her by a fat fold and hammer her teeth through the back of her head. But you don’t want to go to jail and you know that life will take care of it for you. Good thing she’s having fun today, because she’s a young single mother with no education living on an island with no opportunities, slave wages, and a cost of living on par with New York City. This is as good as it’s ever gonna get.
Then you go home and want nothing more than to drink yourself stupid but you can’t because your wife hasn’t figured out what’s going on with her liver test results and because she can’t drink you agreed you won’t either. But she’s gone grocery shopping while you were in the water, which is really nice because you’re playing host to a twenty four year old who’s done nothing in the last five days but smoke all your weed, eat ten meals a day, sleep, and you would have lost your mind if you’d come home to an empty fridge after restocking the fridge twice in the last three days.
And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about anything so you try to keep your mouth shut and calm down because all you really want to do is find an excuse to tear someone’s fucking head off.
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I am a good dad glad that bitch finally realized it.
Wow. Benzo’s man, they are a hell of a drug…
I get the feeling I don’t really want to know, but what’s a Wavestorm?
Costco softie.
The scourge of the earth.
Just slide over this side next time instead of suffering your “yay we have SW wind” glee and get waves without trustafarians or whatever… Call for an update anytime.
Yeah, wtf, you could have gone anywhere Rory.
especially with the price of pakalolo, fuck that
Cheaper in Hawaii than costa Rica you can buy an ounce of blow for 150$ and a zip of indoor is 400$ if your lucky!
yeah, found myself in that position more than once, usually go with the “when in Rome” down there
I can relate. Moved in with the girlfriend nearly a year ago now and she told her liberty-taking sister, without informing me, she could stay with us whilst she ‘set herself up’. Coming home from work to find centrelink’s no.1 fan has turned your house into a movie-watching, feeling-sorry-for-yourself, I-have-all-the-problems dungeon takes its toll after 6 months. Then you find out she’s wiggled her way into your house by lying about not being able to get herself a job from day 1. Everything starts to get to you and everything gets blamed on the unwanted guest. But what can you do, shes family, right? After promise after promise that shes ‘trying her hardest’ I threatened to move out of my own house, could have backfired but I was so sick of it. Still took another 2 months but shes out. The weekend just gone has been the best in as long as I can remember. My advice: Nip this in the bud before you start to consider buying a 1 berth house boat.
Maybe take him surfing so he can hit on the single mum?
I had a Sunday Funday amateur passed out in front of my house a few hours ago. That was pretty annoying.
Did you want to remove his head? Or hammer his teeth through the rear of his skull? Or were you just “pretty annoyed?”
It was a she so my ire was somewhat contained. Besides…people walking by and taking pictures of her slumped over was humiliation enough.
You should have called the Stanford swim team so she can get home safely.
Yow!
Bested me fuck!
noooooooo 🙁
Was it Lemmy?
Ha! No….if it were Lemmy he probably would have passed out inside my house (after drinking all my beer and eating all my food, of course!) and then I would have had to get rid of him. At least this one wandered off on her own never to be seen again.