is there an italiano in the house?
the problem with having friends in the realm of international pornography is that half the time you never know what the fuck they're saying.
Stiamo in questi giorni assistendo al tentativo di oscurare il Superpippa Channel, mascherato dietro una pretestuosa tutela dei telespettatori.
Ritenendo a questo punto indispensabile una grande mobilitazione popolare, Vi invitiamo a farci pervenire centinaia di fax di protesta: sia come aziende su carta intestata, che come singoli.
if marco wasn't such a nice guy and didn't do me the honor of introducing me to candida royale (who is the hottest 50-something you're likely to ever lay eyes on) i might be a bit miffed.
so shady came over the other day, gf in tow, and shared with me news of their engagement. i did my best to put on a brave face and say "congrats" but i must confess that i felt like slapping someone. hard.
turning on the not-so-way-back machine, shady was engaged to this same female about a year ago for about two weeks before she broke it off, claiming that she was seeing or had seen someone else. and you know how it is when your homie has their guts ripped out by someone they love. as their friend you're compelled to be the support that they need while humpty dumpty tries to get it together again. the cheering up process takes a lot of time and resources, from chemical intoxication to emphatic use of strippers and the diversions they provide. and if a ho train is available, well choo-fucking-choo.
i believe that certain things are forgiveable and some things are best forgotten but fucking around with someone else while accepting an engagement ring falls somewhere in between written in fucking stone and branded on your forehead with burning fucking cigarettes. especially when it comes to my homies. yet six months later, despite my best efforts, shady and said female got back together.
now before my rant takes on a more fevered pitch, recognize that i'm not being some infant who doesn't want his homies married off cause it'll be the end of the world. i was happy for shady the first time the engagement rolled around and there's a number of friends that i'd be elated for if they told me they're getting hitched. but like the bluesman once said, "don't ever let the same dog bite you twice."
i see any relationship as an attempt to trust someone with your most fragile parts. and i don't see a whole lot of that in shady's relationship, between the female's fucking around and the fact that she has no idea that shady gets most of his loot, not from his business but, from playing poker online. despite her wandering ways, the female has this front of being a good church girl, and shady does his best to put up that front around her too, even though he's normally at my place cranking up the vaporizer every other nite. and of course, she's completely oblivious to his bong hittin ways. there's other things like the preponderance of stupid questions that follows her around like "what are the roots?" or the ever annoying "you should have a girlfriend" comments that she makes whenever i do something like bake cookies.
i've been kind of avoiding my homie the last few days because i don't want to start screaming and jumping up and down about how he's making a terrible fucking mistake. i'm attempting to gain some fucking composure. and a lot of my concern is selfish. i got not problem with admitting that. i don't want to see my friend castrated again. and i don't want to have to sit through that shit again either should things fall apart. i got my own fuckin problems and having a de-nutted homie is not one i want to heap on all the other shit. this is something that has got to be resolved before i find myself chomping down on my tongue as a pastor asks if there's anyone who desires to speak as to why the two loverbirds can't be joined in holy matrimony.
a little help?
the problem with having friends in the realm of international pornography is that half the time you never know what the fuck they're saying.
Stiamo in questi giorni assistendo al tentativo di oscurare il Superpippa Channel, mascherato dietro una pretestuosa tutela dei telespettatori.
Ritenendo a questo punto indispensabile una grande mobilitazione popolare, Vi invitiamo a farci pervenire centinaia di fax di protesta: sia come aziende su carta intestata, che come singoli.
if marco wasn't such a nice guy and didn't do me the honor of introducing me to candida royale (who is the hottest 50-something you're likely to ever lay eyes on) i might be a bit miffed.
so shady came over the other day, gf in tow, and shared with me news of their engagement. i did my best to put on a brave face and say "congrats" but i must confess that i felt like slapping someone. hard.
turning on the not-so-way-back machine, shady was engaged to this same female about a year ago for about two weeks before she broke it off, claiming that she was seeing or had seen someone else. and you know how it is when your homie has their guts ripped out by someone they love. as their friend you're compelled to be the support that they need while humpty dumpty tries to get it together again. the cheering up process takes a lot of time and resources, from chemical intoxication to emphatic use of strippers and the diversions they provide. and if a ho train is available, well choo-fucking-choo.
i believe that certain things are forgiveable and some things are best forgotten but fucking around with someone else while accepting an engagement ring falls somewhere in between written in fucking stone and branded on your forehead with burning fucking cigarettes. especially when it comes to my homies. yet six months later, despite my best efforts, shady and said female got back together.
now before my rant takes on a more fevered pitch, recognize that i'm not being some infant who doesn't want his homies married off cause it'll be the end of the world. i was happy for shady the first time the engagement rolled around and there's a number of friends that i'd be elated for if they told me they're getting hitched. but like the bluesman once said, "don't ever let the same dog bite you twice."
i see any relationship as an attempt to trust someone with your most fragile parts. and i don't see a whole lot of that in shady's relationship, between the female's fucking around and the fact that she has no idea that shady gets most of his loot, not from his business but, from playing poker online. despite her wandering ways, the female has this front of being a good church girl, and shady does his best to put up that front around her too, even though he's normally at my place cranking up the vaporizer every other nite. and of course, she's completely oblivious to his bong hittin ways. there's other things like the preponderance of stupid questions that follows her around like "what are the roots?" or the ever annoying "you should have a girlfriend" comments that she makes whenever i do something like bake cookies.
i've been kind of avoiding my homie the last few days because i don't want to start screaming and jumping up and down about how he's making a terrible fucking mistake. i'm attempting to gain some fucking composure. and a lot of my concern is selfish. i got not problem with admitting that. i don't want to see my friend castrated again. and i don't want to have to sit through that shit again either should things fall apart. i got my own fuckin problems and having a de-nutted homie is not one i want to heap on all the other shit. this is something that has got to be resolved before i find myself chomping down on my tongue as a pastor asks if there's anyone who desires to speak as to why the two loverbirds can't be joined in holy matrimony.
a little help?
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and yeah, my best buddy liked 'em dumb, alcoholic, and blond for a long time. Each was was a bigger mistake than the last, and he always got his heart stomped on. It's a hard thing to watch.