Friday, June 17, 2005

Things I don't get.

Sitting here at work with a few coworkers and we are comparing letters to Dear Abbie to fight off boredom and avoid 'tards on the phone. A few things I am puzzling out.

Wife who wrote in saying that her husbound found out he was gay.

How the hell do you find that shit out? Was he cleaning the hall closet and opened a cardboard box and found his gay packed away?

"Honey! Come look what I found packed next to my bowling shoes. Its my gay!"

Wife writes in about her husband being physically and verbally abusive to her for years. Now he has started "walking" in on their teen daughters while they are in the bath or changing for bed. She wants to know what she should do?

Hhmm..... By him and their kids a romantic getaway? Leave the asshole you freakin' 'tard. Did she even read her own letter? Doesn't take a genius to figure out. don't care how Eff'ed up you are.

Man writes in saying his wife and her "gym instructor" have two hour workout sessions twice a week and two or more hours every weekend. He went by the gym to start working out himself and discovered that their family membership had lapsed three months ago. What should he do?

Hello? Demand an Eff'ing refund from the trainer. After all, he wasn't giving it too the gym. Beside's then it becomes like pimping out your wife.

Woman said she was staying over at her boyfriend's house. He wet the bed. She said he should get help. He refused saying, that's just how it is. What should she do?

Unless she's into some freak german fetish porn best high tail it out of the golden slumber fest.


People are 'tards. But they can provide amusement.

3 Comments:

Blogger Ray Nolan said...

Ha!

11:46 PM  
Blogger hijacked frequencies said...

hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thanks i needed a good chuckle.

and it is amazing how people have to have others solve the most obvious of problems for them.

4:39 AM  
Blogger Phil M. said...

Glad to put a little humor into everyone's day.

11:29 AM  

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