hey people, i am up on skype tonight incase anyone wants to chew the fat, as always that.damn.bum is my skype username.
anyways.... moving right along...
There have been some choice... and I do mean, choice, classic, "Sybilisms" the past couple of weeks, that dare I say, should be banned around computers and softdrinks, (or martinis, lol). Let's look at the ones that killed my keyboard this time:
1. "I got my camera out of hock,
with the bum's help."
HAHA. So what did the bum do to help her get her camera out of hock? Hold her man-titties while she peeled off a C note from her cashroll? I mean... I don't get it. How could the bum possibly HELP her get her camera out of hock? Maybe passed out quietly in the lowrider is her idea of "help" when it comes to the bum?
then again.... maybe not
2. Sybil begins flipping out over a thunderstorm and yells at the bum to "BE PREPARED FOR AN EMERGENCY!!!" while he was "
sleeping" in the passenger seat.
Uh NO. lol. The bum was not sleeping, the bum was passed out drunk. No one "goes to sleep" on a trip around town. People do pass out when they've had too much Natty Ice.
3. "We ate our
hot dogs and beans in silence as we listened to the building,"
You know, hot dogs r really fucking bad for you. But hey, we all eat em from time to time. I'm pretty damn picky about my dogs (they must be organic); I'm sure sybil is like waaaaayyyyyyy at the other end when it comes to hot dogs. She buys the cheapest, nastiest, greasiest, wal-mart sams club feedlot special. The disgust I get thinking about this makes me hurl a little bit.
4. "In the store parking lot I had to be careful not to slip to avoid
filing a slip & fall insurance claim. "
HAHA OMG I'm sure Sybil tried her best to slip and slide around and just couldn't figure out a way to get her ass on the pavement so she could start screeching for laub&laub&laub&laub&laub .. without actually hurting herself too bad, lol!!!!!