Deli lyfe v.10 let's share our life problems edition because apparently we're all miserable
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I'm the hypest
so hyped for the hypest thing since hype 2 revenge of the hella
Stargate marathon on Syfy right now oooooo baby
according to the comcast tv guide tng marathon all tomorrow too
did someone in syfy discover their long lost stash of shows that aren't shit
[QUOTE=gtanoofa;41670423]@taep here is a very helpful post on fp by a very chill dude.
I also used to be that awkward guy when i was 14 until i had so much interaction with girls(and trust me all of the interaction was awkward as hell)that i didn't care anymore, today i had a really nice conversation at the tax office while waiting for my turn with a chatty cute girl who i could easily flirt and get her phone number if she wasn't married(she was in her mid 20's and i like them older :I)[/QUOTE]
Honestly the shit he said he did only works if you're regularly in situations where you can talk to girls that you have not met, which I am not. But please don't start shit again because I actually know that I'm the problem and need to get out more if I want shit to change, even though there's nothing I can go out and do.
You're still furthering discussion by trying to assert "there's nothing you can go out and do". If you want the arguments to stop, you actually [i]have to stop arguing[/i].
About an hour ago, my family had a run-in with two pickpockets. (Spain btw) I was walking ahead of my family so I didn't see most of this. My mother noticed these two guys walking behind someone who had a nice watch and his back pocket clearly had the bulge of a wallet inside. She then tells the guy he's being followed because the other two were looking and pointing at his watch and pocket. Soon after, one of them confronts her, saying something like she has a big mouth. My brother steps in to defend her, then he throws his beer on my brother. Right after this happens, I take notice of what's happening. My brother calls him a fucking bitch and my dad and cousin held him back while this asshole starts calling my mom and brother names while he steps back. A woman who spoke English comes out from a restaurant right next to us and tells us not to worry about them, they're just a couple of punks. We wait a little to see if they've gone, then we start heading back to our apartment.
If I was aware of everything just a minute earlier, I have a feeling this all would have ended much worse. It wasn't until after the whole thing I found out the bastard threw beer onto my brother. If I had seen this, I probably would have gotten really pissed off and try to get physical. Thankfully that didn't happen.
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but at least I told him to suck my dick in Spanish :v:
i bet you said im gonna suck your dick in broken spanish ;)
jks but that sucks man i hope u r not emotionally disturbed
I'm fine, but now my mom is scared for tomorrow night because my brother, dad, and cousin are going to the Barcelona vs. Santos FC game tonight and my mom wants to go out but is worried about something like this happening again.
We were aware that pickpockets were somewhat common in Barcelona, but our apartment is located in a group of alleys where things aren't so pretty. That's where we encountered those guys.
Applying for IT Tech Services at my moms hospital, my mom thinks i'm the most applicable for the job, but I've quit smoking weed for it so I hope I get the job. Heres to a month without sleep!
[QUOTE=TehG3A3;41677962]pickpocket story[/QUOTE]
i just got back from italy
wait until you see the thieves in rome and naples.
yay dwt is back
he just went to the bathroom
it took him like 2 weeks because he is a sloth
I'll be in Greece on either Saturday or Sunday, soon I think I will have experienced enough from Barcelona especially after tonight.
although la boqueria is fucking amazing
Is Spain as poor and broken as that recent Top Gear episode made it out to be?
AFAIK just the alley streets are like that.
Also their police use P99s
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The colors are really weird in the photo though, it's the lighting making them more yellow than they should be.
Indoor lighting is tinted yellow but our brain and eyes adapt to it. Once it's translated onto a computer monitor from a camera the yellow tint from the lightbults isn't being compensated for anymore and we think the pictures are far more yellow than they should be.
I guess ill do a quick run down of my 12 days of shenanigans in Italy.
Day 1: The entire first day of the trip was travelling. I left home 2PM for the airport, and my flight departed at 5:30PM. It was a 6.5 hour flight on a Lufthansa 747-400, so it had TVs and shit. I was wedged between some random girl on my trip (of whom I now know very well) and a strange elderly woman. I slept none on that flight because the people on my trip are all crazy and loud. We landed at Frankfurt Airport in like 8am Germany time and were there for 3 hours until the connecting flight to Florence came, which was cool because we went right over the Alps and saw the snow capped mountains. We arrived in Florence at like 2PM and we took a bus to Monterosso al Mare in Cinque Terre for 3 hours. By this point I had realized I had some kind of stomach bug because I felt like shit. We got to the hotel and I was assigned two shitty roommates. One was some pessimistic swiss rich kid who took 2 hours in the bathroom because he was "writing school papers on his computer in the bathroom" (I shit you not that is what he said), and the other roommate was just overall annoying. I got into the room and proceeded to shit my brains out for 3 hours until dinner, took some meds and I was okay. At this point I had not slept in 40 fucking hours, so you can guess I was tired as fuck. Wrong. I was just so nonchalant and calm, but not like about to pass out tired. Kinda strange, after not sleeping for a while, first you get tired as fuck, then you just stop being tired entirely. I slept for 5 hours.
Day 2: This was the first day of our community service in Monterosso. We were going to be removing trash and overgrown vegetation from a walking path and church and cemetery. My stupid fuck rich kid roommate proceeded to break out his brand new pair of custom Nikes for this work, still to my confusion today, and we got shit done. After doing that for a few hours we headed to the beach and chilled there, then had a delicious meal with some amazing local Pesto and gelato afterwards.
Day 3: Second day of community service began. We went to a local beach to clean up wood debris and garbage off the beach. About halfway through the work, we took a break and went swimming. As I was walking into the water, one of the girls on the trip who I had briefly taken notice of before yelled to one of the trip leaders with a camera "Take a picture of me and my boyfriend!" and she grabbed me and we both fell into the water smiling and laughing [[Mass endorphin release initiated]]. That was probably the moment I fell totally in love with this girl, like shit man I suddenly liked this girl more than girls I had known & liked for a few years.
Day 4: Our final day of community service. We went to a local school and cleaned that shit up. Nothing special happened. Ditched the group a few times with one of my newly found buddies on the trip named Tanner. We probably ditch the group 20 or so times throughout the entire trip to get gelato. Played some footie with the locals for a couple hours. Ate more gelato.
Day 5: We hiked the Cinque Terre trail. Amazing views and the towns are all just lovely looking. Two other guys on the trip im friends with, one of the counselors and I bought like ship captain hats, and there began our formation of the rap group "El Capitanos". The counselor made a really nice beat but we never got to perform our lyrics over it. Got to meet the mayor and shook hands with him for our community service work.
Day 6: We packed our shit and travelled by bus to the Montalcino winery. Met the owners and got to taste some expensive wine. I bought a bottle of 2006 and 2005 Brunello di Montelcino there. They had a sick as fuck house on top of a hill with 360 views all around and a black retriever (golden retriever with all black fur, best dog I have ever seen). That night we arrived in Rome after another long 4 hour bus ride, and we got new roommates. I was luckily put with my two friends from El Capitanos.
I will continue the 2nd half of the trip some other time because that is when shit started to get real and 90% of the shenanigans occurred.
im having a party tonight at 7:30 gmt
u r all invited
come 2 freedomland and we can talk
i cant hear you over the sound of the nsa listening in on our conversation
don't invite catbarf then
this is an nsa/gchq sponsored party
edward snowden is our guest of honour and bradley manning is dj'ing
I'm going to be making a surprising reveal about Nike trainers, spoiler alerts, if you think they're made in america... you're wrong!
my gloves are made in pakistan
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now when i hear "made in Pakistan" i think of that scene in iron man 3
So I was just called by an angry man who was asking for a guy named Jared. I told him that he had the wrong number in a calm tone and he kept raising his voice, going "Don't raise your voice at me (???)" and then YELLING "Put Jared on the phone". Apparently according to him Jared is some Italian guy, I dunno. I hung up on the guy.
you should of said "ITS-A ME, JARED HA HA" then play mario music into the phone
You angered the wrong mobster.
rip
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