Originally posted by Zanick
Enter tried to expose CF for something or other and PM'd §m£ÂgØL to lend his testimony. Little did he know, CF predicted this correspondence and asked a drunk §m£ÂgØL to forward the PM when it arrived. The conversation was screenshotted, Enter was humiliated, and there was a huge going away thread full of butthurt.
lol, I didn't know the background, just enter's going away thread. That's some 20D chess shit right there.
Originally posted by Zanick
Maybe he is just a faggot beta lackey troll, or maybe he was actually in on a conspiracy to defraud the entire user base and annihilate you in the process. Maybe the truth lies somewhere between these possibilities. We won't know until we have a screenshot to evaluate.
Speedy Parker
Black Hole
[my absentmindedly lachrymatory gazania]
Originally posted by Zanick
Maybe he is just a faggot beta lackey troll, or maybe he was actually in on a conspiracy to defraud the entire user base and annihilate you in the process. Maybe the truth lies somewhere between these possibilities. We won't know until we have a screenshot to evaluate.
Anyway the girl ive been talking to out of nowhere tells me her parents are visiting and she wants me to come to dinner with them tonight at some super high priced steakhouse in west hollywood. Not gonna lie im fuckin trippin. Her mother is a doctor and father a psychologist- both Harvard educated. I dont know how to work around the subject of dropping out of community college to be a heroin addict and sell drugs for the last 10 years, and be back living at my childhood home at the age of 29. Like....their daughter is an actress, a model. When she nearly died, after being in the hospital for 13 months, she took it upon herself to start studying for and aced the MCAT.
I havent dated in forever, and I certainly havent had to deaL with parents in forever. Do I say im working and just show up for dessert? Do I offer to pay the bill (The entrees are between $50 and $100). I had to go out and buy fucking dress shoes and a button up since my other shit shrank. Ugh. Fucking hate this shit. After smashing up the beamer, this is kind of not the stress i needed this week.
Last text I got "I know youre busy and I know this is sudden so if you cant come its totally okay I promise. But i want you to see me in the dress I bought. And even if you walk in just before we go home, If I get to leave on your arm Ill be happy."
