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She then told me this: "It is because of you, every bad action of you will turn one of my hairs grey."
I then replied to her: "Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head."
(I then didn't really know what caused the her grey hair, but of course I knew it wasn't because of my bad actions, I kinda half believed It actually bad then.)
heh cute
Not knowing what to do I just stood there frozen. As the shock of coming across a talking dog began to wore off I arose the courage to finally speak. All that came out was "umm hi?" The dog stood on its back legs and once again I heard the voice. "Hey bytch my names lamar If you ride me I can show you a whole new world". At this point figuring I must just be dreaming I went along and began to ride lamar. As I mounted him it was almost like we blasted away from the earth into space. Seeing worlds and galaxies zoom by as we flew through space and time I finally relaxed and letted out an excited yelp.
As the yelp escaped my mouth the pcp began to wear off and the wonders of space faded to a dark alley. There looking back at me a very confused lamar who was no longer fuzzy and cute. "bytch why you stop I was about to kum"
I died from aids three weeks later.
God raised his hand, bashing his finger down in my direction. A cloud of smoke filled the area infront of me beams emitted from his finger. A propane grill lay near me, and we grilled steaks and talked for the rest of the night. That day as always stuck with me, so now I am Hank Hill, and I sell propane and propane accessories.
rofl
RIP
It never used to happen, but now it's almost an everyday occurrence. At first we kept it to ourselves, but every now and then she has to go and tell all of her friends. I can handle that. As a matter of fact, i've beaten one or two of them in the past. Just not in the same humiliating fashion.
I've tried everything. It's not helping. I think this is like an addiction. I can't wait for her to get home from work so I can beat her some more. Deep down I know she enjoys it. After all, it is some of the best time we get to spend together, and I just want her to be able to appreciate it the way I do.
I almost feel guilty about my actions, as I would have to say that I have a knack for it, and I'm pretty damned good at it to be honest. Sometimes however, I just wish she would put up a better fight. I mean on some days I am definitely not impressed by her performance. I want to make videos of this and put it on Youtube, but i am worried that people will make fun of her for her lack of ability to defend herself and she might feel embarassed.
So I've tried to reason with her, but she just persists on coming back for more. Kind of like that leftover turd in your toilet that never seems to flush. I don't know what more she wants out of me, and quite honestly my hands are still pretty sore from the beating i delivered to her this morning. Maybe i need therapy, or a better way to massage my hands.
I can't remember the countless Thursday night's I have spent, beating her in front of our friends. Sometimes I even let them get in on the action and beat her too. And when she cheats, I still manage to lay down the law and it feels that much more rewarding. I can't even recall the number of times I have passed up some bedroom intimacy for the satisfaction of laying the hammer down some more!!
I mean what more can i say? I derive great pleasure from these actions, but really I think she needs help. I mean i've tried to hold off for a while and take a break, but every time i manage to do so, she just misses it too badly, and so do I. I'm trying everything to stop, but I'm having way too much fun! I think she's getting better at taking the punishment however. She doesn't seem to cry anymore when I'm doing it, and things aren't flying around the room and breaking as much as they used to.
So I figured i'd come to you guys for advice. Why the hell not right?! So anyways is there any advice I should give to the old lady to make her any better at video games???
lulz