The sirod crashed and burns once again

Who is to say why she finds herself in these predicaments. Intimidating? Very much so. Absolutely obnoxious? Only after a five course dinner...or breakfast...or lunch. Loyal? More loyal than Tuna to Jay. Perhaps I'm impartial towards the entire situation since, after all, the two parties involved happen to be two of my best friends. One is lonely and the other is a MOTHERFUCKER, also known as MAN.

Let us refer to MAN as MF for the duration of this rant, for I am a very forgiving person...but just not today. MF #1 thought that he was just "too cool for school" and figured that just because he met a girl in a bar that all she wanted was to be treated like the booty-call that she isn't. C'mon now, sirod isn't me. Someone needs to tell this ipod jerk-off that any sort of communication after 2:30 in the fucking morning will be construed as a booty-call and if the girl has any insight on her own self worth she will be smart enough to tell the ipod jerk-off MF to 'FUCK OFF!', which she did, and I am very proud of her. The MF on the other hand needs to come to the conclusion that he treated the mother of the children he is never going to have with her like a piece of shit. He then proceeded to not even pick her up and toss her in the trash, but to leave her out in the sun to dry and eventually turn into shit dust. But did the MF even have the decency to sweep her up? No, instead he preferred to leave the pile of shit dust along the pathway to his front door and continues to leave his door open a crack. If I ever meet this wanker in person, so help me...his grandchildren are going to feel it in their balls.

MF #2, who so happens to be my best male friend, knows that he was the ultimate fuck-up of the century on Saturday night, and I know this because it's Monday night and he still hasn't called me. He proceeded to flirt with one girl while completely ignoring the one that he is on love with. Then he sought out to pawn her off to his friend, which by the way MF's is the shiestiest move any scumbag can pull. Who the fuck do you think you are in your Diesel kicks and your Norton's jacket sittin' there by candle light with your pirate grog in hand? Fuck You! She doesn't need saving, and she can't sack up and say it to your face. So I will. You see her for who she is, and the ipod jerk-off doesn't even have a clue as to who she is. You admitted to being drawn to her...like this unstoppable force that plagues your every thought (i know this because you told me so) and yet you continue to sleep with your safety blanket. Grow up old man, 40 is just around the corner...