girls...ever on time?
im not sure i know a female of "our" generation who is on time, especially when it comes to leaving for trips. car trip, going to the airport to grab a flight, whatever. you bitches are never on time.
my mom, shifta's mom...besides being saints, i guarantee those broads are always ready early. how did this happen?
what got me thinking about this, you might ask. okay, you probably didnt ask, and you might already have blacked out from how boring this is, but im gonna tell you anyways. yawn dickinson (aka the big brother) is headed down to these parts for the big ou-texas (or texas-ou to you longhorns) game this weekend. he: a) doesn't have tickets, b) isn't meeting any friends down here that i know of, and c) isn't staying near deep ellum...suffice it to say, i dont understand why he and the wifey are headed down. maybe they need more cowbell (i apologize for using this, since it is so "mainstream" now, but it seemed so apropos)
anyways, he originally told me they would leave "around 8" -- when i talked to him yesterday to check up on things, i proferred "830" as a leaving time, and he chuckled. he said "i hope to be ready by then, but as for whether ginny will be ready then, we'll see." he was already defeated, you could hear it in his voice. we already knew the story before they told it. there was no way they were leaving before 9. i already assumed this, and he pretty much "knew" it, too. i mean he's married to her, so he has to know by now that she isnt gonna be on time for shit.
for the record, he called me at 915 this morning, and they had just left. high fives all around
my long-time ex was the same way. i recall some long road trip we were supposed to go on, i think maybe driving to new orleans, and i had to wake up even earlier than her to drive to her house before we left town. i show up, and the entire house is dark. somehow i was surprised by this and angrily called...but what can you do? youve got 10 or 11 hours in the car plus the entire weekend with this person. you secretly want to throw punches and burn the house down, then punch them in the throat while theyre crying about it...but for the sake of the trip (and b/c youre a giant pussy...after all, why else are you in a relationship?) you let it go.
i dont understand it. why are saints like bonnie and patty on time, but you slutty younger generation types cant get it together?
one of you silly coozes fill me in...
my mom, shifta's mom...besides being saints, i guarantee those broads are always ready early. how did this happen?
what got me thinking about this, you might ask. okay, you probably didnt ask, and you might already have blacked out from how boring this is, but im gonna tell you anyways. yawn dickinson (aka the big brother) is headed down to these parts for the big ou-texas (or texas-ou to you longhorns) game this weekend. he: a) doesn't have tickets, b) isn't meeting any friends down here that i know of, and c) isn't staying near deep ellum...suffice it to say, i dont understand why he and the wifey are headed down. maybe they need more cowbell (i apologize for using this, since it is so "mainstream" now, but it seemed so apropos)
anyways, he originally told me they would leave "around 8" -- when i talked to him yesterday to check up on things, i proferred "830" as a leaving time, and he chuckled. he said "i hope to be ready by then, but as for whether ginny will be ready then, we'll see." he was already defeated, you could hear it in his voice. we already knew the story before they told it. there was no way they were leaving before 9. i already assumed this, and he pretty much "knew" it, too. i mean he's married to her, so he has to know by now that she isnt gonna be on time for shit.
for the record, he called me at 915 this morning, and they had just left. high fives all around
my long-time ex was the same way. i recall some long road trip we were supposed to go on, i think maybe driving to new orleans, and i had to wake up even earlier than her to drive to her house before we left town. i show up, and the entire house is dark. somehow i was surprised by this and angrily called...but what can you do? youve got 10 or 11 hours in the car plus the entire weekend with this person. you secretly want to throw punches and burn the house down, then punch them in the throat while theyre crying about it...but for the sake of the trip (and b/c youre a giant pussy...after all, why else are you in a relationship?) you let it go.
i dont understand it. why are saints like bonnie and patty on time, but you slutty younger generation types cant get it together?
one of you silly coozes fill me in...
posted by bruce dickinson at 10/06/2006 10:32:00 AM
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