on "the brady bunch", jan got sick. they through she was allergic to mike. negative. they thought she was allergic to the dog. then it turned out she was allergic to the dog's flea powder.
how the f**k do i find out if i am allergic to rolando? can't do a controlled experiment. some idiots have way too many sweat glands. surface area to volume ratio. cold f**k. all that penis did was sit around flapping his trap and he's sweating enough to make someone that touches him feel slippery and gross. maybe i could wear gloves in aikido. but they could get ripped. and then it's harder to clean the gloves. f**k rolando.
f**k the rain. when it's raining, i don't know if i should go for a walk. the second i got on the bus, it stopped raining. the forecast is often wrong.
"life" is going nowhere.
too many dipshits are so biased against me that the first thing they assume when something they don't like happens, is that it is my fault.
library computers too many germs. scratch head, through hood.
a former aikido classmate keeps pressuring me to do volunteer work. uppity lil moron. he's the one that manipulated me to go to community college after i got a bachelors. but last year only saw him twice, and only a couple minutes. he was in a hurry to go somewhere.
if he's going to manipulate or peer pressure me to do something, he has to spend more time with me.
not to say that i want him to spend more time with me.
but it's the concept s**t.
and what the flying f**k is "aahhh ha haha ha ha". not many things are funny, for me. and they are not that funny.
f*****g idiots ![Rolling Eyes :roll:](./images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif)