What happened to those days when you could come home to find your boy all sweaty and half naked in the driveway smellin all manly from spending the last 3 hours detailing his car in the hot midday sun? That's before all the men got to be fat fucks i guess. Now i come home to discover my boy decided to spend ONE HUNDRED AND TEN DOLLARS on a fucking CARWASH. WTF???? He won't even let me take my car to a place where they wash it for you (even though we drive my car daily) but he thinks its ok to spend $110 on detailing his ride even though it almost never gets driven. Now i'm stuck at home for the second friday night in a row because of him. No money to go out and I don't feel like being in my dirty smelly car anyway. Could I be more pissed off? Probably not - but everytime i think that it seems to get progressively worse. Hope he wasn't plannin on doin anything nice for his birthday - actually nevermind i'm getting him the same thing he got me for my birthday last month
JACK SHIT. I fuckin hate living with someone.
JACK SHIT. I fuckin hate living with someone.