You’re a prime example why your dad should’ve dbl bagged his tackle…
Arsefuk did himself a dirty. He just isn’t smart enough to realise it yet…let me explain. Yesterday J asked his Dad for *R120. His dad said “Yes, no problem. I will put the money in your account!” wait for it… just wait… Its coming… waaaaait-waaaaaait… …here it is.. 2 hours later Arsefuk phones J back and says that he has put the maintenance money into my account a few days early and that J must ask me now for the R120. Did you see that coming? Did you? Well, sadly I did. I felt so bad for J, he was mortified. He had already told all his friends that he was going to be able to go to the LAN and now his dad pulls this humdinger out of his bum. Who promises to give their kid money and then turns around and...
Family..
I always thought that I came from a crazy dysfunctional bunch of banana’s.. and blamed most of the crazy shit on my dads tackle.. If he kept his tackle covered there wouldn’t have been as many of us. And then I came across the phenomenom of this other family, we will call them ‘The Simps‘, and ‘The Simps‘ are a small family but completely fucked up! Seriously! Families should stick together in tough times.. but this lot dont even greet each other. Its each to its own really. The bickering and backstabbing is ongoing and the best of all?!?! They feel it is all justified. Everyone is justified in what they do and how they behave and for every day that goes by it gets worse and worse. Growing up for me I wouldn’t agree with...
Making an ass of oneself is hard work..
So I arrived at the gym the other day. Armed with water bottle and towel with my gym card tucked safely in my bra, ready to stretch and tone my lumps and bumps out. Its been months since I walked in to this establishment of thinly veiled torture and tried to keep as low a profile as possible in case my return is not as successful as I had first anticipated and I am forced to go home and lick my wounds for indefinite periods afterwards. As I entered I remember I had left my musicthumper at home and groaned as I contemplated the boredom I will be experiencing on the treadmill.. However, I need not have concerned myself with that.. Plenty entertainment unfolded to keep me amused. Allow me to explain… After spending what felt like a year or two I finally...
Aye carrent balief ….
I seldom give much thought as to what sort of impression I make on people because subconsciously I just generally know people don’t get me. I am always misunderstood and in most cases raise eyebrows. And thats my family.. I wont even get into the effect I have on the rest of the populace. People who take the time to bond with me, have a friend for life.. the rest aren’t intelligent enough to know a good thing when it bitchslaps them. My humor is not for the feeble and my tongue cuts through to the bone when I am crossed, but in general I actually mean no harm and will go out of my way to help where I can. But the popular perception is that I am a tough koeksister that takes no kak.. The reality is that I am a shy girl that is far too often...
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