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Written by juice
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Thursday, 20 November 2008 |
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Ok, here we go: We’ve all been there guys. You’re on a date, it’s early in the relationship, and you really like her. However, at this point in time, you’ve got a grenade of shit built up in your intestines that is SCREAMING to get out, but the consequences of “releasing the hounds” could be disastrous. Welcome to my evening last Monday night. 
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Last Updated ( Monday, 24 November 2008 )
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Written by juice
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Thursday, 18 September 2008 |
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Ok, here we go: So I'm flying to Toronto last night. I get on the plane, and there's this family of 3, one row ahead of me to the right. I'm on the aisle. One of these families, where the mother is annoying, thinks her daughter (age 1ish/2ish) is the greatest thing etc. So of course before we even take off, the child is being loud as fuck. The mother not helping the situation, by almost matching the child's "loudness". You can tell the husband hates them both, and is just sitting there reading. |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 18 September 2008 )
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Written by juice
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Tuesday, 12 August 2008 |
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Ok, here we go: So I find myself back on an airplane, heading to Philadelphia. It’s been a long day, I’m cranky, tired, and smell, because I forgot to put deodorant on in the morning, and my armpits 10 hours later smell like an unwashed pap smear. I am in full hate mode. I hate everyone around me, including myself. I’m in the aisle seat, glaring at the people walking towards me to see what fat ass is going to park him or herself next to me. I hiss at the ugly people, and warmly smile at a couple of hot chicks who of course, walk right by me with comments like, “Did someone shit themselves?” or my personal favorite, “This plane fucking stinks”. I giggle…. 
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 12 August 2008 )
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