you’re both right. i’m sorry i overstepped my boundaries. . i’m a fucking asshole and will work harder at being crowned asskisser king at the beet high school prom like tigerlille, who obviously is a mannish, lonely, elementary school crossing guard with a nasty assed cameltoe during the day. it’s not like my name is tigger or teletubbie or sweetlittlepuppy or something. just block me entirely and i’ll make this board a much nicer and boring place to hang out by not posting at all.

You’re right. That comment was auto-approved and skipped my notice. It’s been deleted. I am SO lenient with comments and race discussion, you guys, but racial slurs used in earnest are a no-go.

Get over it.

go fuck yourself! oops, i must be pms’ing. you bitches always fall back on that female vs. male shit….and the hell you go through. wah, wah, wah…. how about us having to watch you once a fucking month with a washrag on your forehead and a pretty much guaranteed week of no poontang. you crybabies are the reason we prefer to hang out with hookers, strippers and the occasional asian massage parlors who know what a man really wants; pussy. and some pussy that ain’t whining like some fucking hyena on meth. excuses, excuses, excuses. give me a fucking break. check your husband debit card withdrawls…he’s loving shelling out $$ for not having to hear your shit.

i recommend stashing a bag of Dove dark miniatures in your desk for next month.

as for the male readers who don’t want to hear about p.m.s. and periods, i think they should get down on their knees and thank the dear lord they were born male; i don’t think any man can truly understand the hell women go through.

and how hard is it to skip a post when you see the word “p.m.s.” in it? sheesh!

then they go and do something cute and i let them stick around another day; i’m a sucker.

the gal i train with, not a professional athlete but a serious runner, ran her 10k in 44 minutes and she wasn’t even close to first. the winner was around 31 minutes. nutty. i don’t ever need to go that fast without a car.

yeah, my cousin casey used to use chloroform on her bratty kid to shut her up and boy oh boy, did it ever work.

re; beet

i, for one, heart hearing about your period every month!! it reminds me of the fun times as a teenager when my gaptoothed, big breasted, hillbilly girlfriend used to call me across the fence from the foster home she lived in and let me know she was kotexin’ so i didn’t have to worry myself to sleep at night about knockin’ her up! as my momma used to say when she tucked me in at night, ‘condoms are for cocksuckers and aunt agnes’s anus’.