Tool of the Month.Hey dudes...
-sigh...
I guess I'll respond to a whole whack 'o you in one shot.
I won't sling the dogshit back at 'chas, and I don't believe in internet mudslinging...leave that for the trolls.
First, someone said that: "another putz (I guess me) discovered TERB"
... I laughed out loud at that, really I did. Actually, I've been on this site several times before, initially back in 2007, when I created my original account.
But the best part was this dude's use of the word "discover".
Kid, I never imagined that TERB was something that could be discovered. Terb is certainly a usefull tool. But a "discovery"?? Are you f'real kid? I kinda feel sorry for you...so I'll leave it at that.
Some other dude said "he can now see why there is so much unemployment...and that he can't imagine (me) doing anything beyond selling dope or flipping burgers.
Okay.
FYI, I made over 100k last year NET...that's right NET, working with my hands no less, pluggin' in rough-ins in the building trades. I quit that to go solo, now I am a GC dong my own renos and ripping off dim mooks on a regular...I'm bidding on a Pontiac GTO Judge from down south as I type this.
Maybe you'll see me and my big-block peel past you and that little sewing machine you call a car. You'll easily notice...It'll be the ride with the "Judge" decals, a handsome SOB driving, and a load of hotties in the back. Not bad for an ex-con huh?
Must chap folks in the ass to know that I earned six -figs before I went inside, and presto, still earn six-figs, even with a jacket full 'o level one offences.
Sure, I am aware plenty of folk earn, but at least I make my own hours, and am in total control of my destiny.
And finally, what's wrong with flipping burgers? A lot of people flip burgers. I know a buddy of mine who did that for a couple of years, then he opened up his own spoon, now he has his own bar & grill that makes paper. He was a dropout, a substance abuser, and jailbird. Couldn't get nothing but factory work and minimum wage gigs. He stuck out the hard times and plugged on.
And finally, some recent cat came along and slung all kinds of dogshit. Took it personal...called me names and what not.
It's all good.
But I gotta ask. What's with you? You can't attack the ideas so you just attack the speaker??
What, my initial points were too sound, so you resort to name calling?
I'll reiterate what I initially said, clubs and singles bars should be for singles.
Sure, people are free to bring their dates with them, it's a great place to party and drink and have a good time with a lady.
But my beef is these co-ed cliques that take up space and are totally antisocial.
As well, I can't stand "girl-gangs" who go there to "Vogue" and strike a pose, show-off and nurture their over-inflated egos and sense of self-worth.
If they really wanted to go because "they love dancing", there are many places to do this - private parties, the YMCA, dance academies, etc etc.
But really, it's the attention they crave...they know it, and any honest person will admit to it. They require the affirmation that teasing and showing-off brings. It is antisocial, very counter-productive, and in the end is detructive to everyone else's sense of worth.
Nobody wants to feed someone else's ego at the expense of their own.
Then again some people find scat porn entertaining or humourous. Most of the members on here aren't old, past thread rolls have shown that, but then you probably think women over 30 are old.Gorilla you have to realize most people that read your posts are old men so they don't really get your humour. I found your portrayal of the club scene quite amusing.
Haha...I am thinking more of "A Night At The Roxbury". Slapnut probably spends all day waxing his IROC, pumps some iron minutes before leaving the house, checks himself out in the mirror as he pops his collar, then heads to the donut shop, before going to the club. Oh, Oh...forgot the fuzzy dice.Who the fuck talks like this let alone writes this way? Did one of the Jersey Shore morons join terb?
LOL I was thinking the same thing!I think it's Kareena with a different handle, more please! :thumb:
Hey Femme Fatal,
Are you kidding?
Maybe the post was over your head I don't know...
but first, I score way too much poon for shit to be equitable...
and, yeah them dudes are the losers, not me.
I go out to clubs to meet people, not to entertain some chick I've been banging regular. Yup. Those Charly's that go to clubs in cliques are big time losers.
But from where I come from, clubs and singles bars were initially intended for people looking to hook-up (and not necessarily for sex). People met new friends, new lovers, sometimes their future spouses. If I wanna go party at a club I definitely like to meet women who I have never met before, and who I would normally not have the chance of meeting elsewhere. Clubs are congregation spots were strangers go to rub elbows with other strangers. Ya dig?
At least that's how it used to be here. Now they're moslty hangout spots for small bands of misfits and posers.
You really think I envy those guys that had "their" women all over them. This shit is nothing new, it's actually lame, and I actually felt sorry for them.
But you would not understand cuz your thinking from a woman's perspective: "golly, those guys are soooo fortunate to have women on their arms to paint the town with".
I'm about to puke!
Only sissies are strong-armed into clubbing with their girlfriend and ALL of her "best friends", and ALL of their boyfriends. Yuck.
I dated a chick like that...always wanted to keep up with the Joneses in terms of being a socialite: every couple of weeks some skeez's birthday, or some skeez's best friend's birthday, etc etc etc. Got to the point where I'd make a point of stiffing all the time. Who the fuck wants to hang with a bunch of charlys that happen to be dating a friend of a friend of the girl it so happens I'm banging? I certainly don't.
Keep it in mind, dudes, that when you see them co-ed cliques, nine-times-out-of-ten, their just a mishmash of strangers all dragged along to attend some skeez's party.
And about the Big L for the night...hey, I can't win them all, I'm the first to admit it, but check it, I score at the very least the following:
- a makeout session
- phone numbers,
and when shit goes real well, I get laid or get the weasel sucked.
And I'll say it again, banging a woman I've banged nuff times already and then going clubbing with her and her clique of drunken riffraff to take up space that rightfully belongs to singles and players is fuckin lame!
Buster's like this deserve to get their faces clapped.
Peace out Jesters
Just in case you didn't notice, some of the members who are calling you an idiot, aren't 'dudes'. The rest is pure Penthouse Mail Bag stuff.Hey Dudes...
Still throwin' rocks at yours truly...can't fight the idea, so you attack the man.
Oh well...I'll respond, why not.
This dude first:
"...this is you, complete attention whore with nothing to offer. Netting six figures is something to boast about? Maybe 30 years ago. Couldn't get enough friends on facebook or followers of your blog? "
At least I make my living without having to answer to anyone. Six figures net is good enough for me. I'm currently "unemployed" and lovin' every minute of it. I quit my union gig and took a risk to go alone - just me, my truck, and some go-to lackeys on my speed-dial that are amazing on the tools. Now I take the jobs I want, and sleep-in - I haven't even advertised yet! My referals alone bring me decent cheese. I got phone calls coming in from all kinds of chumps -from places like Royal York, High Park, Hillcrest etc, calling me to drop hardwood in their living rooms, or add another washroom, or do a roof. Rich fucks, just like you, dude!
I'm coming into your cribs, ripping you off, peeping your old ladies all while you're at work...and sometimes, no-word-of-a-lie, I hump the missus of the manor. That shit occasionally does happen.
You're at work taking abuse, and meanwhile I'm sitting with my bare-ass on your couch watching your motherfuckin' TV, my weasel spent and limp but waiting to get hard for round two. Oh trust me, been there done that. Dudes, I humped this chump's wife a little while ago, and 'lo suddenly got buyer's remorse...y'know, just after you blow a load.
Well, she's in bathroom, and all I see is this gold chain - a man's chain - her hubbies...yoink! Taxed.
That's how I'm living dog.
Like I said, I got a number's matching GTO Judge being tractored to me from down south...money made from reno'ing the cribs of dudes just like yous. That's gonna be my toy this summer.
You'll probably see me when you eventually venture outdoors. My ride will be the real loud and dirty one.
My weekly gas bills alone will be what chump's like yous take home in a week. Yup.