Diary Of A Dickhead

[James]

January 15th



Well, I got my boss's boss in the sack last night, so now I'll get his job in a day or two. I knew he was a phreak.



But I have this strange itch.



Pharmacist yesterday looked at me funny, usually I just buy condoms, but I had to buy some FDS and at the last minute I got some panty hose, too.



My leg hairs on my inner thigh kept snagging on my short and curlies on my muff, so I shaved my legs. Then I forgot about it and used the same razor to shave with this morning. Ouch! "That fucking bitch" I started to yell, going straigt into blame-the-sleep-over mode.



Then I remembered that I was the bitch. And that my sleepover needed the razor, too.

[Johnny]

Sounds a bit like Bull  Smiley

[LongTheta]

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[YukaRedux]

[i]January 17th, 2005, 2:00 pm,



Elizabeth is on the rag this week. Explains why she's been so whiney these last couple of days. PMS. What's the big deal? I mean, once a month you feel a little down and sheah - get over it! I hate shaving in the morning, it's a real drag, but I get on with it. In fact I bet if I added together all the time I spend shaving in my life, it far beats the time she has to deal with her monthly issues. It's not even like I get to stop shaving at menopause.



Still, can't complain. While she's surfing the red tide, that means it's BJ week for me.[/i]

[LongTheta]

[i]March 2, 2005, 11:15 pm[/i]



[i]I've been trading with Schwab's for a few months now. Tonight, I looked at my statements. Good grief. There [u]are[/u] trades when I made money, so I know that I can do this, but I'm losing my shirt. What really hurts is that, at $25 per option, almost half my stake was spent on commissions. Bloody hell.[/i]



[i]March 3, 2005, 9:15 am,[/i]



[i]I just called my broker. I said "Nick, you have made more money than me, mate". He said "I know".[/i]