Officially lost patience and refuse to speak with two little fuck buddy couples who think it's OK to put their bullshit on full display while I suffer from the fact that I CAN'T EVEN GET A GIRL TO JUST HAVE DINNER AND WATCH AN EVENING MOVIE WITH ME !!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WANNA TALK TO YOU AND SEE YOU ACTING LIKE THAT YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS !?!? OK, so scaring the two bitches in question doesn't shock me since most cunts are about as weak minded as they are stupid, but to have two adult grown men, one of them a young dude who clearly works out, and the other an ex con, literally express some kind of concern that simply not speaking to them makes them feel unsafe and scared ? Can't even lie, it made my holiday season.
Let this be a lesson to the rest of you guys who feel that you're weaker than Chad and his ilk because he has physical features that you don't. All those tattoos and muscles and strong jaws and piercings don't mean jack shit. Having it easy all their lives makes them soft, and clearly it doesn't take much to make them realize it. They have no heart, they have no balls, they are all sizzle and no steak. It may be difficult to see under their superficial qualities, but trust me, they ain't shit once you get to the heart of it, and it's intoxicating to discover this first hand.
The sweet capper to it all, is that other normie co workers who don't mind me being quiet and mostly keeping to myself actually came to my defense and have said I seem like a good guy but just doesn't talk much and that they were overreacting, which caused a little bit of drama amongst both the guys and the bitches, which may result in shift changes or even people deciding to quit (particularly amongst the two skanks in question) To quote an old school classic, hoorah for the sounds of fucking silence...
Let this be a lesson to the rest of you guys who feel that you're weaker than Chad and his ilk because he has physical features that you don't. All those tattoos and muscles and strong jaws and piercings don't mean jack shit. Having it easy all their lives makes them soft, and clearly it doesn't take much to make them realize it. They have no heart, they have no balls, they are all sizzle and no steak. It may be difficult to see under their superficial qualities, but trust me, they ain't shit once you get to the heart of it, and it's intoxicating to discover this first hand.
The sweet capper to it all, is that other normie co workers who don't mind me being quiet and mostly keeping to myself actually came to my defense and have said I seem like a good guy but just doesn't talk much and that they were overreacting, which caused a little bit of drama amongst both the guys and the bitches, which may result in shift changes or even people deciding to quit (particularly amongst the two skanks in question) To quote an old school classic, hoorah for the sounds of fucking silence...
