Men Are Like Buses

In response to:Soft Spot

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:41:22 +0200

Ring a ring a rosies it should have been, dammit - was shaping up to be quite a witty line too.

Such is life.

In response to:Soft Spot

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:40:43 +0200

Everyone has a soft spot, even if they appear to be the coldest of people. With some people - its written all over them, others - very hard to extract.

Ex number 3 was like this, she appeared not to give a fuck about feelings etc, then i found her's. She was like split personality after that, it was as if the hard side and soft side could not co-exist with each other, so she came over as a bi-polar maniac.

Personally, i think that some people are installed with an inability to show this side, wheather its becuase of being hurt in the past, or maybe suffering extreme emotional trauma (Death etc)...

They say that you can actually become too strong within yourself, resulting in coming across as being like an emotional paving slab.

Pretty cool stuff, i would have loved to have been a psychologist (I had an ex who was one also, she was very interesting)

C sounds like he has a big head, one of these 'Yeah you know you want to fuck me' types, just make him happy and buy him an Audi TT in yellow and let him suffer in his own pain. lol

I dont agree with guys being like that, confidence is fine, but being a big head is not, i treat these people like they have the bubonic plauge.

' Ring a ring a posies a pocket full of posies, atichoo atichoo, your eyes fall out'

Ok, so i improvised a bit.

B

In response to:Drunken Disgrace

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:19:16 +0200

Haha well a bit of force is always good but I think I'll pass on the knuckle-dusters. Crow bar, maybe....

In response to:Drunken Disgrace

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:33:37 +0200

Life is a nail. Hammer it. I meant.

Im not illiterate, i just hate having to go back and correct spelling, so i leave it be.

In response to:Drunken Disgrace

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:31:55 +0200

The first sentance left me in stitches, very good :D

I think, below your obviously mental sex-drive, what you crave is a good old fashoined fucking hammering, im talking knuckle dusters and baseball bats.

Or maybe not, who knows.

If anything, i admire your ability to make every night sound like a Friday night - there is something in that, that makes me remember the old-skool days of getting truely smashed, every night.

Now reserved for certain weekends like my upcoming one, i still miss how my life has put me in a quiet place where this is not possible. As much.

Life is a nial. Hammer it.

Cheers again
B

In response to:A Helpful Hand

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 23:26:32 +0200

LOL! Excellent attitude.

10/10 for spite.

Knife them. All.

Do it, before its too late.

In response to:A Helpful Hand

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:35:45 +0200

I do love a bit of meaningless cage fighting. You can be my guest on those tossers haha

In response to:A Helpful Hand

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 17:14:43 +0200

Wow.

Now as far as Monday nights go, that was fucking rocking.
I bet you have sniffles today though - which can be combated by snorting palmfulls of water to wash your nose out before sleeping.

Your nose gets blocked because it thinks coke is actually an infection, and swells itself up to protect the nasal passages to prevent said infection leading to your Sinus.

Lockets also help. Loads. ;)

You seem to have a lot more sex than me, which sounds like loads of fun - except it seems to be just becuase you can, and not with who you want...I aint judging, its not my style - just an observation.

You want a real kick to the head? Track down liquid MDMA, now THAT is the ultimate in synapsis related abuse. Down side is i dont think youd like to hit a days work on it, might be a bit obvious.

In respect to your company, i fucking despise those who believe they are upper-class. Id love to go one on one inside a cage, and show them who is really king.

Meaningless outbursts of anger are my specialty, i dont mean them to leak from my blog to yours.

Like New kids on the block used to say:
Hang tough.

B

In response to:Lost Communication

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 15:42:36 +0200

A cunning and ingenius plan!

In response to:Exclusive

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 15:41:05 +0200

There is a definite difference between your classic Glaswegian and typical Londoner. Although may I suggest that only a weak man is intimidated by a strong woman?

There is nothing wrong with being hardened to different situations and people. In my belief it is no worse than the namby pamby hippy types that society appears to be producing nowadays.

Oh, don't apologise it made interesting reading.

In response to:Lost Communication

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:53:21 +0200

Going out with another bloke for a drink is ok, unless of course you end up fucking his brains out then i guess its morales could be compromised.

I have a great idea for C, Use the interweb to buy some Mushies from Amsterdam (perfectly legal if they are still fresh) and get him round for dinner.

Make him a curry as curry powder negates the taste of Mushrooms and fill him full of the things. Meanwhile you dress up as a monster and scare him to death so he soils himself in your house. You take pictures and videos, and proceed to publish them online.

Problem solved.
For more sadistic revenge tactics please call Zyklon Bees on 0800-GET-U-BACK and leave a message.

B :]

In response to:Exclusive

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:45:41 +0200

Do not apologize, for i fall not into the aforementioned stereotype. I'm stuck in the old skool, when men were men, and girls were smelly things.

I cant speak for all mankind, but its obvious that most yound dudes nowadays are fucking soft - i mean come on, the haircuts say it all.

Any man who dyes his hair should be shot.

Dazed and confused i can relate to, wafting along like this is proably the most constructive way to abide by the rules of life.

Im guessing the guys you meet may appear to not know what they want when in your presence as they may find you a threat? Strong women make guys feel uneasy i think.

My problem is that im too cold, if there is such a thing. I truely dont give a fuck about anyone, or how they feel. This can be a problem when people start to get upset in my company as i have no sympathy. Life is hard on me, so i got hard with life...

Bear in mind you are down south though, and Scottish people are rock hard in terms of emotion, English people i find to be very soft and institutionalised by TV and Newspapers. They think what they see people acting like in soaps is how to act in real life...Plus they are English. heh.

Sorry for the long reply, relationships and how people see them intrests me to no end.

B

In response to:Exclusive

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:25:37 +0200

Well put! And I agree. How anyone can hand over everything to someone you barely see I don't know.

From my own observations I'd love to know when certain guys turned from cunts to complete pussies?! It might look like I'm dying for a relationship but quite the contrary. Until these guys came along I was living my life dazed and confused but happy. Just seems to me you guys don't have a goddamn clue what you want! Apologies for the stereotype.

In response to:Exclusive

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:49:37 +0200

600 miles? In the words of an Eastenders actor 'You avin' a lawf intcha? '

Perrrrrrrrsonally, i dont think anything in exclusive over that distance. But thats just me - bearing in mind as you know, im a man - and all men are cunts. Therefore, I, am a Cunt.

Commitment does not exist over this distance for anyone, let alone a cunt.

I find the life you blog about to be very interesting, as it is so different to mine. Even when i was your age, i was more interested in jumping about in a club Coke'd out of my face than being in a relationship.

Relationships are over-rated though, by a long shot. My advice would be to just get on with things and not get hung up about these people your fiddling with (who even by your bland descriptions, sound like Weapons-Grade tossbag Hollyoaks wannabes)

I used to work as bouncer in Glasgow - harsh as it may sound we could spot the 'Players' a mile off, and used to enjoy smashing their heads off the urinals in the toilets - just becuase we could.

Sounds bad, but we really have to rid society of these morons for the human race to succeed.

You seem to have done well enough to get out of Scotland, so carry the vibe on and lift yourself above whatever it is your really looking for.

All the best my fellow countryman.

B :)