Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Fuck your life...

Does anyone else get as aggravated as i do about the whole FML deal ?? Anyone ever bothered to check out the ridiculousness that goes on at fmylife.com?

If you haven't, you should, because these peoples lives suck so bad that they decide to "fuck" their life over a broken pencil, and I'm sure they don't want to fuck their lives in a sexual way unless farts turn you on.


Seriously? My boyfriend farts about every ten seconds, and half the time he thinks its going to be funny when he pulls one of these...

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That noise...was that..a duck?" sticks his ass on some part of my body and proceeds to let out a loud, rumbling, quack.

From his ass hole.

Do i then get the urge to go on fmylife.com and say "My boyfriend decided to fart on me today for the fifth time. FML"?

No.


Really? 

I think you need to have a talk with your wife, I've heard of the Oedipus complex but I'm pretty sure it's when a small child fantasizes about their mother or father while they are to young to know better. Not when the mother screams their child's name during sexual activity. 

That's just disturbing, this one might be a real FML because i wouldn't be to excited if i knew my husband was getting off on thinking about our kids while he's inside me.  Ew. 

Someone needs to call child services.


Then we have this person. 

His life is obviously good enough to own a GPS, he owns a car that i assume he is driving with said GPS and every computer has its glitches. So just because your GPS wasn't working and unless your destination involved a life or death situation then i would say

call someone with your cell phone. 

If you have a GPS im sure you have a cell phone, dial a number, have someone google it and you'll find your way, dumb ass.

The sky isn't falling and you haven't been hit by a truck in the middle of this highway, so I'm pretty sure you're fine. Your obviously well enough to post this on a website, so fuck off,  i don't care that you hate your life because your stupid GPS wasn't working correctly.


Every now and then you run into the more entertaining rather than annoying posts such as this one.

Obviously this child has some anger issues that this person as a babysitter should feel obligated to talk to the parents about. Or he is just five years old and plays to many violent video games, who knows these days. 

Kids are crazy.

If i were this person, i would use this as an opportunity for a fucking awesome story, because this is more funny than sad.

If a five year old told me he was going to chop my nuts off, i would first laugh, because I am fortunate enough to not own a pair of testicles.

Second, i would take the knife away. He's five and shouldn't have had access to a knife in the first place.

Then i would find some light sabers and challenge him to a duel.

Winner gets ice cream before dinner. 

Loser, goes to bed right after diner.

We all know how that would end.

Here is a good example of an annoying FML. 

At least you got your exercise today, so when you aren't fat anymore you'll feel confident enough to run outside. That is, if you don't give up before then.

However, if you had decided to run outside people would know that you weren't a lazy fuck. For all we know, you are, but since you decided to exercise in secret no one will ever know. There is no proof that you finally decided to get yourself in shape, did you think about that??

Not judging, I try and keep away from exercising at all costs.

If i ever did decide it would be a good idea to go for a run around town, i would die before i reached the end of my street. 

I blame it on my asthma, but i know if i got in shape it wouldn't be a problem.

To sum up this story, FML pisses me off. I don't care that you think your life sucks because you stubbed your toe this morning and then a bird shit on your head. 

Its good luck.

So they say. 

Once i start seeing posts like "I didn't have enough money to feed my family today FML." then ill stop wanting to punch every person who uses it in the face, but until that day comes i'll be here reading the many Fuck My Lifes of facebook and twitter.

Sidenote: I leave for florida in 5 hours! So I wont be posting until i get back, but if you want to know what im up to you can always check out my twitter! <3 Ill talk to you guys when i get back! <3

My underwear is on backwards.

I'm going to be in the car on the way to Florida in 24 hours.

No, we aren't driving.

We're gonna be in the car, on our way to the airport, with the airplanes, that are going to fly us to Florida, in LEESSS than 24 hours.

It might have just hit me, or maybe it hasn't fully hit me yet.

Who knows?

All i know is, i wasn't pumped, and now I'm so fucking pumped i wanna punch a puppy!

..no wait.

That's mean....i got carried away with all the excitement, 

Sorry, I would never punch puppies. 

Promise

I haven't been on a vacation in what feels like forever, and of course this is the week where everything goes wrong.

Its that time of the month. 
Ya know, the one where all girls bleed out their bitchy tendencies through vagina's and mouths. The time of month when for no reason your girlfriend decides she wants to punch you in the dick just because it makes her feel better,

Or maybe thats just me...

Don't feel bad for my boyfriend he deserves two punches a day for every fart he pushes towards my direction. Fifty farts a day equal one hundred punches. He brought this punishment on himself.

Well his ass did...

the punishments I could think up involving that. 

Then i caught conjunctivitis..

Yeah, i know the jokes involving this as well

Now i have a cold.

I honestly don't even know if this is just a cold,  i have never felt so physically chilled during this kind of weather in my life. 

I might just be going crazy, crazier than usual.

One of my co-workers today was commenting on how the dining room thermostat read 80 degrees, the goosebumps on my arms all day would have disagreed, i couldn't stop shivering. Now I'm cradling a bowl of microwaved left over Chinese food from this weekend to keep me warm. Its really not as sad as it sounds.

Whats sad is the fact that the front of my underpants are currently located on my ass and I don't even have the strength to care.

Looking at the positive side of this situation, at least i got sick now, so i have the motivation to keep working for the simple fact that i want to have a fucking epic time in Florida.