Personally if it was me I'd do both. After hours of tripping balls theres nothing like cracking a brew and reflecting while watching the sun rise. Don't sit in a dark closet that's just weird. The pet shop sounds like a good idea to me. Acid always makes me want to go do stuff unlike mushrooms where I feel tanked by the body load and get stuck in thought loops.
My only objective was to expose your utter laco of a business plan, because you are the kind of faggot who will spend mama's money on "giving something a go".
I make more than minimum wage, I work more than 30 hours a week, and most of my money isn't made from my hourly wage. Weed smoker likes to spread dis-info because he asked if he could be my roommate and I told him no and he had to end up moving in with his grandmother in corpus.
And yes I will admit, my parents and my uncle have both talked to me about loaning me money for my hotdog stand and I'm not ashamed of that. My dad is helping me make a revamped business plan.
Tort is just mad because he lies about joining the navy and hasn't slept in a bed in almost 9 months and hasn't had sex in even longer (and got a transvestite off tinychat to tend him 10 dollars). Yet has the gall to spout off shitty one liners and meme's about me being a fuckboi. Trust me I'd be fairly frothy too if I was in his position.
Maybe if I ignore this like Bill Krozby did to the hotdog thread about him it will go away. Well, thats a common tactic among beta males (fuccboi's) which I have no desire to emulate.
Earlier this week I defined a fuccboi as follows:
Exhibit A:
This, commin from the guy who gets screen capped doin stuff like this for hts at 2am on a Monday night .
Tort would know a thing or two about being a beta male, he often drops hints about how he's going to kill himself and mentions how he's to afraid to hit on women online.
Anyways you guys got completely off topic, this thread isnt about me there is already plenty of threads about me (tort loves to collect pictures of my penis). Why do you lie so much tort?
Like if Bill Krozby overdosed on drugs right in front of me and was dying, I would make the conscious decision not to help him. The world would be no different for the lack of one fuckboy. His maximum output potential is to make hotdogs. Think on that for a bit. He's just one more faggot on the highway and the sidewalk, getting in the way. He is utterly unnecessary for the function of society.
I think making hot dogs is fun and theres money to be made in it. I think you're butt hurt because you tried to placate me into thinking you could help me out financially and I didn't buy into it.
why do you lie about going into the navy, having a history degree, and working at a pizza place? Did you get your degree by crying to navy videos on the history channel while eating pizza on your grandfathers couch?
Maybe you and hts should bunk together so he can pretend to be a woman and you can pretend to be a military husband. Seems like a match made in heaven to me.
^yeah unfortunately, its taken me years to realize it (i always kinda had a sense), I actually feel sorry for my dad for putting up with that for so long. The last time I saw my parents at their place before it burned down was over 3 years ago for xmas eve and my mom starting bitching about oil spuilt in the oven and started bitching my dad while i was there (why would you make a big deal about something so trivial when your son is over and you haven't seen him a year) He didn't give a fuck he didnt say anything and just kept watching tv. I ent up getting my mom to give me some vicodin behind my dads back because he's against drugs, which was nice of her but she has something really skewed with her mindset. She never had a job except one that my dads cousin gave her cleaing his computer shop and she couldn't even handle that. Instead she made paper mache' dragons to hang at the elementary school library and take care of parots.
She's an interesting woman but she dropped the ball many times and is crying about it now, when I don't exactly care as much as I used to because I have my own life away from them. I used to think my dad was the meanest man in the world but he's actually a good guy, but mom is acting really strange. Her and my brother would play tricks on me because they know that I'm paranoid. I try to not buy into that stuff anymore (her phone call was of a similar nature) But at the same time i hate when people try to attempt it and it doesn't work, like they thought i was to stupid to tell.
I have a manager at work that luckily I don't have to work with often (she's old enough to where she saw the meat puppets as a teenager live when their album ii came out), but she's always covering for me when I come in late or fuck something up and likes to talk about music with me, and I liked her for covering for me, but I now realize that she's not as professional as she previously displayed, I actually feel uncomfortable around her and don't know what to say to her when she talks to me because she's trying to hit one me. (im sure this happens at most peoples jobs, but since I haven't normally had a job in many years it kinda caught me off guard)
She actually has a nice house and money but she chooses to work at a place like this, I dont understand it.
People like to watch your life unfold, very few people will feel sorry for you , they might even have fun with it. On a daily basis I literally have to people more miserable than me to shut the fuck up because they are cutting into my time. People say I'm greedy, rude, and that I only care about myself but I've given out way too much already so I have to do some things different.
^my cat just scratched my foot while on the edge of my bed and i kicked him off the bed and yelled "wwwooooorrll staaaa" and he was like "fuck u i hate u"
My mom called me yesterday crying and just generally complaining about stuff I don't care about (It made me realize she's an overgrown baby that pulled this stuff when I was a kid) She was complaing that I don't call anymore or come visit (I'm busy and I live six hours away they are the ones that moved away from my brother and I) She starts telling me how I need to go get my eye pressure checked because she was diagnosed with glaucoma and its hereditary (my own daughter apologized to me for having eyeballs), I tell her "mom that just happens when you get older...) and she got really pissed off and started crying more telling me that she's going to leave my dad (when I was ten she just packed her bags and left town for a 4 days, I will never forgive her for that) and move to Colorado so she can smoke pot for her eyes.
She then ask me if she came to austin If Id sell her some, (I'm just down right amazed because she and my dad berated me and were up my ass constantly for my drug use, I even went to jail when i was 17 for fighting my dad because my mom found my pot pipe and snitched me out) I tell her I don't really do that anymore and she sounded confused about it. Basically, she sounded like a 15 year old girl thats going to cut herself and paint her room black.
My dad kinda sucks but he's a lot more normal, and keeps to himself about his problems, all he does is mow the lawn at his church and build playgrounds.
Has anyone ever had a parent act like this before? I felt kind of bad for her because I love her but I rather not deal with that because I already have so many other things I have to take care of.
