
My partner disconnected…
Before I got a chance to discuss that wigger pulling the trigger on some nigger just so i can feel like my non-existent dick is bigger.
:C

Introducing our new game called:
“Don’t Be A Di*k During Meals With Friends.”
The first person to crack and look at their phone picks up the check.
Our (initial) purpose of the game was to get everyone off the phones free from twitter/fb/texting and to encourage conversations.
Rules:
1) The game starts after everyone has ordered.
2) Everybody places their phone on the table face down.
3) The first person to flip over their phone loses the game.
4) Loser of the game pays for the bill.
5) If the bill comes before anyone has flipped over their phone everybody is declared a winner and pays for their own meal.
Variations/house rules:
-Starting the game after everyone is seated.
-In the rare event that multiple people flip their phones simultaneously, the bill is split between said players.
- Feel free to invoke penalties/strikes systems.
Notes:
- No touching or messing with anybody else’s phones.
- You don’t have to stack the phones. This was done for picture taking purposes.
- I realize I should perhaps think of a different name for this awesome game. Because I don’t mean to imply that everyone who checks their phone during meals is a di*k.
- I recommend not being such a stickler or hardass on people about the rules and even initiation of the game. Basic premise is to just get people open to the idea of staying active and attentive to one another. But if someone has to take a call; they have to take a call =).
- Have fun! It’s really more of a fun concept in this new age high tech life of ours. Conversation is the spice of life.
I’d win every single damn time. FREE FOOOOOOD.
I was hungry.
So he made me a peanut butter & jelly sandwich, with chocolate milk.
It was my dinner.
We watched the ending of Bad Boys, because I ate really slow.
YEAH. Jealous ?
I was dumbfounded.

LOL. Bitch. No.
Not only in Hawaii. Can’t fool a chocolate lover.
You can find that huuuuur, sorry to burst your bubble.
What’s semi-only in Hawaii?
This beezy:
& Shit’s fucking bomb.
Good luck trying to find that shit on the mainland, but if you do find a place, tell me.
TRY AGAIN.
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Gah, I love being a bitch on Tumblr.






