Courtney's Journal
So, I was just about close to cussing out Duncan for what he did last night. We had went to a restaurant and was deciding what we were going to have. I wanted a cheese souffle, but he wanted the all-out steak. I wasn't gonna get away with that and decided to call a stinking, skull-shirted dumbass. After that, we just had a big fight and punched each other. He was lucky he got that and got maximumly pissed off. We just stormed on home. The volgende time I go out, I'm going door myself.
So, I was just about close to cussing out Duncan for what he did last night. We had went to a restaurant and was deciding what we were going to have. I wanted a cheese souffle, but he wanted the all-out steak. I wasn't gonna get away with that and decided to call a stinking, skull-shirted dumbass. After that, we just had a big fight and punched each other. He was lucky he got that and got maximumly pissed off. We just stormed on home. The volgende time I go out, I'm going door myself.
Eva's Journal
Man, what a horrible day. I've already dealt with terrible bimbos who wanted me to do 45 minuten of excercising, but I already told them that I do only 30 minutes. What the hell were they trying to do, kill me?! I was lucky I didn't kill them, but I was damn lucky that me that had to pomp my own body into kicking those men in the balls. The volgende day, they came door my house, and told me that the gym was going to be painted, so I took my wokout to my upstairs gym, which was volgende to the closet. I showed them the way and stastically told them to hang in there until I managed to get my exercise equipment. They couldn't take the scent of the room, so they managed to get out and leave my house, making them quit their jobs as my personal trainers. My other one came back to me and dealt with what happened on his vacation. I hope I never see those sons of bitches again. They make me sick.
Man, what a horrible day. I've already dealt with terrible bimbos who wanted me to do 45 minuten of excercising, but I already told them that I do only 30 minutes. What the hell were they trying to do, kill me?! I was lucky I didn't kill them, but I was damn lucky that me that had to pomp my own body into kicking those men in the balls. The volgende day, they came door my house, and told me that the gym was going to be painted, so I took my wokout to my upstairs gym, which was volgende to the closet. I showed them the way and stastically told them to hang in there until I managed to get my exercise equipment. They couldn't take the scent of the room, so they managed to get out and leave my house, making them quit their jobs as my personal trainers. My other one came back to me and dealt with what happened on his vacation. I hope I never see those sons of bitches again. They make me sick.
