^I didn’t know you played Rugby.
I’d love to give blood, but they won’t take it. 'cause of something I had no control over, my blood is as toxic as hydrochloric acid, apparently.
So, fuck 'em. If they don’t want it, it’s their loss.
Finally getting to put in a girl’s butt was one of my resolutions a couple years ago. The other was to fuck an asian girl. I accomplished both feats in the same night. Then we dated for like 9 months or so and then we both got arrested for selling cocaine and then we both got accepted to the drug court program and then we both fucked up and got kicked off and got sent to prison and then i got to cccl and was expecting to see her show up there soon and then they let me out and now i’m free
edit: I’ve decided that since my first resolution was too damn easy just like everything else i do or will ever do cause i’m a member of the 99th percentile (hardmode none of that goofy normal shit) I’m going to try and create a new one. Oh wait i didn’t even have to try it just came to me. I will challenge myself to put it in Morgan’s butt a week within her either release to community custody OR within two weeks of her being sent to the work release center which really should be any damn day now dammit, jeezalouise
So wait. Does this mean that if you’re bitten by a venomous snake, it dies instead of you? Or are we talking about having blood splatter that’ll hideously burn anyone that violently guns you down at point blank range?
Also, how does that even work? Hydrochloric acid’s nasty enough to etch glass never mind having that shit coursing through your fleshy veins.
It’s an analogy; my blood isn’t actually as toxic as hydrochloric acid. Canada Blood Services refuses blood donations from people who have had homosexual sex, regardless of how long ago it happened. It’s a completely stupid reason to bar me from saving someone’s life, but it’s still one of their criteria for some reason.
How come you haven’t resolved to stop using drugs and other harmful substances? c’mon man, get your life back on track and do something you can be proud of instead. It’s healthier and you’ll live longer. And stay out of prison. And be able to afford nice things. And other good things like that.
And suddenly I find that making that Ninja Scroll joke as vague as I did was pretty tasteful in retrospect.
Also how the hell was anyone supposed to pick up on that?
I don’t generally talk about being bisexual- it usually just causes problems. So most people don’t know and never find out.
Anyways yeah, until that law changes, I can’t donate blood.
yeah bro thats why you just lie to them. i’ve never got to penetration with guys but i’ve shared plenty of needles
Exactly 0 of us will cry when you get hepatitis or AIDS just because of this sentence.
It’s not like he has a long life expectancy to begin with. If it weren’t for his extremely long rambling posts he made while completely baked, there would have been absolutely no way to convince me that he wasn’t a troll because normally I would refuse to believe that someone this fucked up can actually exist. But here I stand corrected, apparently.
You probably shouldn’t resolve to have motorcycle accidents that often.
They don’t pay for blood up here, so it’s on principle- if I have to lie about myself to be allowed to save someone’s life, then they obviously don’t need my blood that badly.
They dont pay for blood here either. They pay for plasma though, I was a phleb at a plasma donation center for just short of 2 years before The Man became infatuated with me. If I don’t show up to donate they’ll start calling my cell and my parents house phone like twice a week saying they are in desperate need of my blood type
Regarding the OT:
Attend the Survival Training School of California, at least the weekend course.
Become more self-sufficient in terms of growing some of my own food and such.
Bring my oldest daughter camping a few times.
Continue increasing my fitness levels.
Find ways to relax, that’s difficult for me.
My resolution for this year would just be to get through it. I just want to finish everything I started and see where the road takes me from there. 
I think the same policy is in place in the U.S. (due to characterising AIDS as a gay disease when it first made waves iirc but don’t quote me on that).
I’d like to say that we’re over that now but with the way people are looking at birth control right now I’ll admit that you’re probably right. Of course the birth control matter is more of a church thing than a republican thing and it seems more like a per clinic policy basis anyways, but what do I know, I just live here and pay no attention because that way lies madness.
That said, I’m actually going to miss the Republican Primaries after today since the whole race has been nothing but a massive rat race to the bottom of the barrel and there’s been some real comedy gold coming from that disorganized, out of touch party; whereas everything between tonight and November is basically going to consist of non stop Obama slander including such hits as Anti-Religious, Secret Muslim, Death Panels, and those retarded Birther fucks. #firstworldproblems
get my ass in gear
derp
Well looks like i’m making another an hero post, lets see how long before I get scared and edit it away this time. But my mom found a point wrapper in my room while I was at work today. I’ve been on some sort of two week long methamphetamine/ritalin binge and I must have spaced cause I left the wrapper right out in the open on my computer desk in front of my monitor. I’m on my state’s version of early parole, so I have to be living with either immediate family or a spouse (which I do not currently obtainiate), and I signed some weird document my parents wrote up agreeing that if I used they found paraphernalia in the house or what have you that they would call the police, my PO, the center, etc, which would mean I go straight back to dne and then on to a real prison full of the anal plunging, feet rubbing, and so on. But yeah she texted me while I was at work and I couldn’t text back until my break which was an hour and a half later which meant she probably thought I was trying to do I don’t know what, so I got another 10 threatening texts every two minutes or so (that is, 10 texts every two minutes) aaaaand I’m already running out of gas… I don’t know what it is if this is just some kind of emo cry for help or if I just get off on letting the internet (more specifically, agora the classics game playing role for sure) know what’s up in my sector of the hoodesphere or what, but here I am I guess and who cares why anyways.
Anywho she texted me a bunch and I thought she was gonna call the cops, or that maybe she already had so I tell my supervisor (another drug addict) about my situation with the point-paper/whatnot and that I need to call her so I might end up taking an extra 5 minutes on break and he said it was fine and good luck and whathaveyouetc. I didn’t end up calling her on break but what I did do was hop in my car, run to a store to get some cashback (you can only withdraw 40 dollars from an atm per day with our prison-card-cash), meet up with a buddy to get some shit to level me out after what I planned to do when I was done meeting with him, then do what I planned to do when I was done meeting with him which was a blast of the rest of the shit I had on me. This ended up taking a bit more than the 20 minutes I told my supervisor about, closer to like an hour and fifteen minutes or so. I get back to work and find out this chump (who isn’t even on our line anymore, he got kicked off for being a punk) ran to the big boss to tattle about me missing like a total fucking DUCK. Waddle and all, he’s a real short fat guy who everyone hates (though I alone have the kindness in my heart to treat him with a little politeness and even a smidgen of humor at times, which is why it’s so fucked that he went and snitched about me to the guy who can fire people). But yeah I get back and check in with the supervisor drug-addict and he says all is good and to go ahead and finish off the night doing what I do best: kicking ass, which has been opened from a can, and takin’ names.
Finish off the night, talk to the big boss with my main man the supervisor actively getting my back, get away clean with that mess, call fatfuck a bitch, and head on home. Drop off several buddies off at their respective drop-off points, and finally text my mom. I guess I woulda posted it to show you guys a little taste of the magic I conjure through my magical words, but I deleted all the messages off my phone in case my mom wanted to go through them. But yeah I just texted her some super long message constructed with quite a bit of bullshit (not sure if that was grammatically correct), she says we can talk about it tomorrow, try to do another bump and fail (loaded point is still sitting in my garage, hidden, until my arms stop dicking me around so I can commence the penetration, however unfortunately NOT at the penetration station), mom calls asking where I am I said I was 5 minutes away 20 minutes ago, tell her I had to get some smokes, get home, hide the loaded point/receptacle-of-madness (a name I just came up for the gatorade cap I use instead of a spoon when I don’t have to heat whatever it is that I don’t have to heat), walk in the front door half-but-not-really-expecting a cop on the other side, see that there was in fact not a cop on either side, go down to my room, get naked, get dressed, log on to SWTOR, turn on the lamp, turn off the light, turn on the ceiling fan (to the lowest setting, of course jeez I’m not an idiot am i right), sit down, and get to work.
Anywho I’m just talking about how insanely huge the gap between the empire and republic is on SWTOR in terms of quality/effort given towards creating the faction and everything about it, and at the same time typing this post because I’m just that good. I actually feel kind of better after having typed this, not sure what about and not sure why either, but again why does the why matter?