yinz n'at Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 old crow is fucking gross, thats all. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thealmighty... Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 old crow and pbr is worse Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yinz n'at Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 good point, i rode the pbr train last night, glad i broke them up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KITTENS Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump while two driven jocks help me fax my big quiz Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MOOGLE? Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 ....wat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yinz n'at Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 read a book and took a bath oontzd out for a bit and downloaded somenew music framed some drawings coffee cleaned out the freezer and fridge to accomidate grocery trip im about to take made some cherry jello brewed some fresh unsweetened iced tea tree break vacuumed living room contemplating on purchasing some wine pitt is losing at the start of the 4th quarter 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CMF Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 marriiiiizzzaaaaa! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Banana fishd Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 Work: I get up by 6:45 on Saturdays so I can be at work by 7:30. Didn’t talk much to dude in the car ride. The drive to do so wasnt really there. I spotted an Ex client walking on J street aimlessly and pointed it out. More to myself than to the person driving next to me: “We’ve been driving for 15 mins now and the only thing you can think to say to me is that Marshall is outside walking.” Marshall was a good dude. When he was at the facility I work for he made sure he was doing his meetings, coming to staff with sobriety struggles, was honest, and eventually because all his good work went on to our year long program. He came every weekend after he graduated to help out with the house, ya know community service type stuff. Lasted about two months and the urge to drink set in. Still utilizing staff as support he let us know what he was going through. A month later he went on a run and got evicted from the program. Came back to try it again. Things were different. Less involved with staff and the other residents. He lasted two weeks before he went on a run. We gave him a second chance. He ran with that too and left the program: “Marshall was a solid dude.” Maybe I woulda engaged more in conversation if I got more sleep. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Banana fishd Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 I think I am just going to continue...and post the rest. Its kinda wall o text...so um I apologize to anyone who takes the time to read it. I have a mandatory cleaning meeting at 9. Today I thought I’d make the clients some lavender tea. I put the water in a big pot. Fifteen cups need to be made at least. There are 22 residents here. Not everybody shows up for these types of things so theres no point in wasting good tea. I sit and watch the water begin to boil. I like to see how the whole process goes down. I’ve learned that less is more. You cant put the flame too high on the pot. Takes too long for the water to realize for itself what it is suppose to do. You gotta get it just right. Identify what spots really needs adressing and apply fire cautiously. Low and steady. Then little bubbles rise slowly. They get bigger as some time goes by and pop when they surface. Causing a ripple to run throughout the pan of water. Clients will come in the kitchen and either make fun of the fact that I am making tea- suggesting that we put some real herbal healing up in thur, or they tell me a watched pot never boils. I go over what needs to be done with the residents who bother to attend the meeting. Cutting slack for people who make attempts. Tried to teach one of our younger clients how to clean the windows. He’s alil slower than some of our other residents: “See Mr. Cedric you gotta go over the area you are cleaning a couple of times. Making sure there is no cleaner left over. Because if there is that’s how streaks come in.” “Like this.” “Hm. Maybe once over again. Practice makes perfect ya know.” “Ok miss B. fish.” His parents died when he was twelve. He only made it to the 8th grade. The other clients think he’s a weirdo and keep their distance. I check him off for his chore even though the windows still look atrocious. The room next to the office has one resident rooming there. The music is blaring... an attempt to mask the fact that there is someone who isnt suppose to be there in his room. I hear them laugh. I know they’re in there doing lines. By chance they walk out at the same time. Busted: “Mr. Nate can you come into the office.” “Nah. I am gonna finish my coffee first.” Think of an excuse. “Im not asking you.” He steps inside. The other resident tears open the office door in hiatus. “Fuck you. Fuck this place. Fuck everything.” Threats are made. I’ll tell you what two big dudes on a high pissed off cuz they got caught and just me there with a phone to dail 911… it aint enough. I tell one to leave. He sits tightly. I ask the other. He screams more loudly and in the past has been known to assault staff. Storms out eventually and starts throwing chairs. I want to call the police. But. I think of dude and the conversations we’ve had in the past. When not using he’s a pretty chill dude. I know that if the cops come he’s going to jail for a very long time. I proceed to educate Mr. Nate about program rules and he refuses to sign a warning memo. That’s ok. I know on Monday he will be discharged. The screaming man comes back. Threats are made again, screaming ensues. I suggest a walk: “Fuck your walks.” “I am asking you to because this is continuing to escalate. I will call someone to deescalate this situation if something doesn’t change.” The lump on the chair takes interest, understanding what I mean and escorts the screaming man out of the building. Calls are made, suggestions from the higher ups. I am told to call the police if he comes back and there is no change in behavior. Changes are made in an hour. Sob stories of incarceration. Everyones out to get you, and you did nothing wrong: “Tell that lady not to check my room. I need some sleep and she’s too loud. I swear man if that bi-“ I suggest taking the weekend out and talking to the manager on Monday. Emphasizing certain types of behavior will lead to a phone call. Understood to some extent he leaves the office and attempts to do a chore. I decide lavender tea and a cigarette will help the anxiety but only after the appropriate phone calls are made. I don’t boil the tea this time I decide that microwaving my already brewed cup of herb would be most effective. When you’ve already gone through the whole process of boiling, steeping, and transferring… it’s best me thinks to just cut to the chase and let the tea do its own thing. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I never said I was cool. Posted October 10, 2009 Share Posted October 10, 2009 Steak is bad for your asshole. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earl broclo ESQ Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 Steak is bad for your asshole. You're eating it wrong Richard Gere, you're supposed to chew it with your mouth! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*PROTOCOL* Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 Bloodfart and banana fish are both excellent storytellers, IMHO. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abcs Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 even if i liked poetry i wouldn't admit to it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*PROTOCOL* Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 even if i liked poetry i wouldn't admit to it HelLZ Ya DoG,ErRy tHiNg DaT cOmEz OuT Of BoOkZ Iz MaD GaY, UnLeSs ThEy BlAcKbOoKz! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abcs Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 read a book and took a bath oontzd out for a bit and downloaded somenew music framed some drawings coffee cleaned out the freezer and fridge to accomidate grocery trip im about to take made some cherry jello brewed some fresh unsweetened iced tea tree break vacuumed living room contemplating on purchasing some wine pitt is losing at the start of the 4th quarter i'm 24d or else. All that shit sounds like my typical activities. minus the jello. (cant get over the whole horse hoofs and hides thing) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manute Bol Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 You're eating it wrong Richard Gere, you're supposed to chew it with your mouth! Well played, sir...:lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blood fart Posted October 11, 2009 Author Share Posted October 11, 2009 It's 5:15 in the morning and I am sitting on my couch drinking tea. I need to leave for work in fifteen minutes. But I am still sitting here wearing my footed pajamas. It was too hot for me earlier so I took my arms out and tied the sleeves around my chest. I can't go to work like this. A Mexican dude that works in the warehouse with me and always talks to me in Spanish asked me when I was going to wear a skirt to work. I told him that I would wear a skirt as soon as I didn't have to work hard. That day could be today. I don't know why they have me work on the weekends. We never actually do any work and just wander around for six hours and do nothing. I do a lot of looking at my watch and thinking about taking naps. I guess I should get dressed and leave. I don't want to go to work. I really don't want to ride my bike from the train station through the rape forrest in the dark. It's all uphill and makes me feel as if I am going to vomit. Plus, I get stressed a little waiting for the rape. The waiting is the hardest part. It may never come. It has also been raining for a few days, so the trail I ride on is going to be wet and muddy and I do not feel like taking a extra pair of pants to work with me. So I will probably be covered in mud all day. And that is totally fine with me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trogg_slayer Posted October 11, 2009 Share Posted October 11, 2009 Is this what twitter's like? haha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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