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thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It鈥檚 called a bunt鈥. Not weed cigarette鈥 And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don鈥檛 look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I鈥檓 so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I鈥檓 so mad. Your聽鈥渨eed smoking girlfriend鈥 has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp鈥. Don鈥檛 ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don鈥檛 wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING聽 Well that escalated quickly鈥︹ What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren鈥檛 worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I鈥檓 yelling so loud and now I鈥檓 crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can鈥檛 take anymore. I鈥檓 opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that 鈥淚 HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS鈥, 鈥淭HEY ALL KISS ME鈥, and 鈥淭HEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR鈥. and let鈥檚 not forget the 鈥淏laiz鈥 and her 鈥渨icked tat鈥, or that he doesn鈥檛 鈥渨anna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again鈥, and that this is 鈥渢he FINAL FUCKING WARNING鈥. 鈥渢he goo pile that is now your body鈥 i鈥檓 dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it鈥檒l be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot鈥*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg聽 Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I鈥檓 clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he鈥檚 muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I鈥檓 still 聽at the bar. You look to the exit, there鈥檚 still time. But there鈥檚 not, there鈥檚 not, there鈥檚 not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. 聽I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven鈥檛 shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I鈥檓 missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it鈥檚 like that only instead of boots it鈥檚 my muscles and instead of walking it鈥檚 punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family鈥 Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted聽the聽Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing鈥 no playing you fuck. No playing鈥 it was real.. the realest thing I鈥檝e ever know.. felt鈥 Love. I loved them鈥 Blaiz鈥. Chas-Chas鈥 Funk鈥 I loved all three of em鈥 but they鈥*My face is wet with tears and I鈥檓 blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me鈥 left鈥 *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!聽*My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.聽鈥楶ft, you brought this upon yourself dude.鈥 He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me鈥 * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.* : thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It鈥檚 called a bunt鈥. Not weed cigarette鈥 And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don鈥檛 look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I鈥檓 so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I鈥檓 so mad. Your聽鈥渨eed smoking girlfriend鈥 has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp鈥. Don鈥檛 ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don鈥檛 wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING聽 Well that escalated quickly鈥︹ What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren鈥檛 worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I鈥檓 yelling so loud and now I鈥檓 crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can鈥檛 take anymore. I鈥檓 opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that 鈥淚 HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS鈥, 鈥淭HEY ALL KISS ME鈥, and 鈥淭HEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR鈥. and let鈥檚 not forget the 鈥淏laiz鈥 and her 鈥渨icked tat鈥, or that he doesn鈥檛 鈥渨anna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again鈥, and that this is 鈥渢he FINAL FUCKING WARNING鈥. 鈥渢he goo pile that is now your body鈥 i鈥檓 dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it鈥檒l be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot鈥*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg聽 Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I鈥檓 clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he鈥檚 muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I鈥檓 still 聽at the bar. You look to the exit, there鈥檚 still time. But there鈥檚 not, there鈥檚 not, there鈥檚 not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. 聽I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven鈥檛 shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I鈥檓 missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it鈥檚 like that only instead of boots it鈥檚 my muscles and instead of walking it鈥檚 punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family鈥 Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted聽the聽Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing鈥 no playing you fuck. No playing鈥 it was real.. the realest thing I鈥檝e ever know.. felt鈥 Love. I loved them鈥 Blaiz鈥. Chas-Chas鈥 Funk鈥 I loved all three of em鈥 but they鈥*My face is wet with tears and I鈥檓 blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me鈥 left鈥 *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!聽*My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.聽鈥楶ft, you brought this upon yourself dude.鈥 He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me鈥 * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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anaquana: seperis: ballsballsbowls: mysharona1987: If you don鈥檛 think the house looked cooler and more delightful before, then I don鈥檛 know what to tell you. Not to mention the house isn鈥檛聽鈥渟habby鈥 in those pictures - the paint鈥檚 spotless, the molding鈥檚 intact, the stairs and windows are maintained.聽 I grew up in the rust belt and this house looks better than about 90% of the houses built before the 90s in most neighborhoods. This house has been maintained meticulously and lovingly at great expense. It鈥檚 not聽鈥渟habby鈥: it鈥檚 a non-neutral color with intact Victorian details that you removed because how dare a house have unique features on the outside, what will the neighbors think? I say this as someone whose friends and family have to make them buy colors when shopping or my wardrobe woudl be nothing but black, white, beige, grey, and my super racy delve into brown and hates all the blue-teals like whoa鈥. WHO THOUGHT MAKING THE COOL TRIPPY VICTORIAN INTO A GODDAMN HELLHOUSE? This is uncanny valley shit; that house is going to kill everyone and drink their blood for some goddamn color in its life. 鈥od, can you imagine the operating room-level neutral inside? This monstrosity was done by a fucking house flipper, of course. I saw the listing for it and they completely destroyed the inside of the house as well. I was so pissed I couldn鈥檛 get through all of the pictures. My husband and I bought a fixer-upper Victorian and while we鈥檙e not keeping her period authentic, we鈥檙e damn sure keeping her interesting and beautiful. She鈥檚 currently a drab white, but we鈥檙e getting her painted this year and that gorgeous teal is exactly the color I was thinking about doing her in. : SF SFGate GATE Before and after: The dramatic transformation of a shabby West Oakland @SFGate Feb 10 Victorian dlvr.it/QyZmYp 244 3.2K 1.8K OR4NOW Follow @Or4Now Replying to @SFGate When I first read this, I thought you were referring to the one on the right being shabby & I was in agreement. Then I realized...oh no! You think suburban beige is beautiful & Victorian funk is "shabby." Well F you, too. SFGate's daddy is shabby. Yeah I said it 8:51 PM 10 Feb 2019 15 Retweets 713 L ikes anaquana: seperis: ballsballsbowls: mysharona1987: If you don鈥檛 think the house looked cooler and more delightful before, then I don鈥檛 know what to tell you. Not to mention the house isn鈥檛聽鈥渟habby鈥 in those pictures - the paint鈥檚 spotless, the molding鈥檚 intact, the stairs and windows are maintained.聽 I grew up in the rust belt and this house looks better than about 90% of the houses built before the 90s in most neighborhoods. This house has been maintained meticulously and lovingly at great expense. It鈥檚 not聽鈥渟habby鈥: it鈥檚 a non-neutral color with intact Victorian details that you removed because how dare a house have unique features on the outside, what will the neighbors think? I say this as someone whose friends and family have to make them buy colors when shopping or my wardrobe woudl be nothing but black, white, beige, grey, and my super racy delve into brown and hates all the blue-teals like whoa鈥. WHO THOUGHT MAKING THE COOL TRIPPY VICTORIAN INTO A GODDAMN HELLHOUSE? This is uncanny valley shit; that house is going to kill everyone and drink their blood for some goddamn color in its life. 鈥od, can you imagine the operating room-level neutral inside? This monstrosity was done by a fucking house flipper, of course. I saw the listing for it and they completely destroyed the inside of the house as well. I was so pissed I couldn鈥檛 get through all of the pictures. My husband and I bought a fixer-upper Victorian and while we鈥檙e not keeping her period authentic, we鈥檙e damn sure keeping her interesting and beautiful. She鈥檚 currently a drab white, but we鈥檙e getting her painted this year and that gorgeous teal is exactly the color I was thinking about doing her in.
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