saying fuck you

No more pie for you.

 

thats it...haha
come on, i know you could at least put up a fighters chance in getting me to insult back in real life

 

I'm in a good mood today......maybe tomorrow I will be my ol' bitchy self.

 

so i get some pie then?

 

No. I'm on a diet so no pie.

 

diet?

 

Yeah I need to get rid of this fat ass.

 

what type of diet?

 

Lean meats, veggies, fruit, whole grains.....and the occasional chocolate binge when I need it. haha

 

awesome

pretty much what i do

 

I don't think I've ever said fuck you to anyone seriously. Like meaning it. If I have (and I can't remember it) they must have done something pretty.. fucked-up to me or someone I really care about.

 

Putting imagination and creativity into it just makes it so much more personal, like writing a poem for someone.

Except they almost always have to do with beastiality >_>

 

It's one of the symptoms of being afflicted with a sense of humor. I think you have a terminal case.

 

Oh, crap! How do I treat it?

 

Become a Repugnican... ahhh I mean Republican.

 

Wow. Who's quote is that? Now I have to use it. lol

 

How about we take the word "what" from the dictionary and just stick to "how"?


P.S. Mitok and stinkfoot are a dangerous lot. lol

 

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Every once in a blue moon my sister and I will say it to each other if we're really pissed at each other, but neither of us take it seriously. But I'd never take it from a partner, nor would I say it to one. I said it to my dad when he ripped my marijuana poster off my bedroom wall during Thanksgiving. We had family in and he was very pissed. It had been on the wall for months and he never noticed it. He waited until we fought about it the next day after family left to rip it up in front of me. I guess he just wanted the pleasure of me witnessing him destroying my property. I even offered to keep it off the wall if he gave it back. He said no and started ripping. It was a damn nice poster too. Well, I felt extremely disrespected and I said fuck you. No regrets. The bastard grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I think he wanted to hit me, but he's never gone that far before and thankfully he still maintained some rationality. I just laughed though. He can't get off on scaring me anymore 'cause now I'm not afraid of him.

 

sorry to hear that man
peace