Mr.Reak
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So, I am 21 years old, half way through college, half way through paying off for the car. Now, after finishing college, I will search for work, with which I will be paying off my college, or may I say university, loans. So I hope by the time I am 26 years old I will have secure work, car and own apartment. However I am afraid to get into adult life. Nah, wrong word, I am afraid of being middle class family man. For some reason having wife, who drives SUV and takes our kid to soccer games, living in suburbia, that idea of life makes me almost puke all over the carpet, but heck one thing stops me, I don’t want to pay to clean it. Gosh, do I hate American dream, do I hate see my wife turning into fat burget-eating-sode-drinking-morningTV-watching monster. Do I really want to have circle of friends, a ****ing dads, with whom we can talk about lame ass football games or how much money I saved on car insurance. Hey Bob, see, my kid can play piano like that, can your kid play piano? NO?! WELL **** YOU, HERE EAT THIS TROPHY MY SON GOT PLAYING TENNIS!
Yes, that’s life I am talking about, families like that walk into store I work at all the time. I see poor fathers who want to kill themselves and their kids, hang their wives on tree branches, by the white fence. I hate to think that for the rest of my life I will be working 5 days a week and my weekends will be spend on shopping in Wal-mart/Target, so I can save up on that toilet paper, whooping two cents! Goddammit, so I will have a hobby, which consists of me washing my car every evening, because frankly my wife is so fat, I can’t see where vagina even is at. Hey, it’s like playing hide and seek, except I can’t hold my thing up for more then 10 seconds.
Oh yes, I wish aliens would come or some crap like that, so I had my trusty shotgun to survive and run around, building human resistance from ground-up. Oh who am I shitting, I will end up bolding and with a fat wife, two kids. Someone, hold me ;(
Yes, that’s life I am talking about, families like that walk into store I work at all the time. I see poor fathers who want to kill themselves and their kids, hang their wives on tree branches, by the white fence. I hate to think that for the rest of my life I will be working 5 days a week and my weekends will be spend on shopping in Wal-mart/Target, so I can save up on that toilet paper, whooping two cents! Goddammit, so I will have a hobby, which consists of me washing my car every evening, because frankly my wife is so fat, I can’t see where vagina even is at. Hey, it’s like playing hide and seek, except I can’t hold my thing up for more then 10 seconds.
Oh yes, I wish aliens would come or some crap like that, so I had my trusty shotgun to survive and run around, building human resistance from ground-up. Oh who am I shitting, I will end up bolding and with a fat wife, two kids. Someone, hold me ;(