re: Ever just flip the F out?

It's the day after my daughter's 14th birthday there was still 3/4 of the birthday cake left sitting on the table. Well someone had eaten a piece that night and left a few crumbs around the box the cake was in and my wife starts an argument with my daughter about who left the crumbs on the table. This goes on for a legit 5 minutes until I can't take anymore. I jump up from the couch grab the box the cake is in, open the back door and throw it into the yard. I turn around and come back in to the house and yell "Now nobody is fricking having cake!" I sit back down on the couch and continue to watch my program. They kept their distance from the next couple of days. Lol.

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like a civil attorney from another state can force anything here.

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I’m not an attorney but I am pretty sure there is a great chance that they could...

I like this thread.

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my daughter

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pics?

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my wife

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pics?

I hit a my drive in a golf clash sudden death hole to .84 yards. The opponent came behind me and holed it. Then threw out the sunglasses emoticon.

I screamed until I ripped my vocal chords and then shoved every remote control in the house up my own arse.

I was once on a work sponsored golf tournament and this a-hole that had a house near the fairway kept distracting me in my backswing.

I lost it, teed up, and nailed a drive right through his window. He jogged after us (more like a prance really) and demanded that we pay for the window.

He wouldn’t stop whining about how much he pays for dues, and how much his house is worth. As we drove to the next tee box we heard him screaming that he’d call our boss or some such nonsense.

Did he take any pics?

I remember when my son was seven he let a magazine salesman come into our house and take a really bloody dump in our toilet. My son was up watching Saturday morning cartoons when this guy arrived at the door. My son said we weren't home, because he didn't want to have to wake us up and miss his cartoons. By the time we got up the salesman was gone. I went to the bathroom that morning and screamed when I saw the gigantic bloody turd in there. I remember it vividly. It looked as if someone had taken a pint of bloody mary and just tossed it right in there. The guy must have had colon cancer or something. I really just don't understand how there was that much blood. Anyway, my fricking bass guitar was also missing and I beat the living shite out of my son with a set of jumper cables for letting the guy in. But to this day I often find myself thinking about that bloody toilet, and the magazine salesman who I'm guessing is no longer alive, and the thought of it scares the crap out of me.

A couple of years ago I had just left my house to go Christmas shopping on my first day off of the holidays. I was having shitty week and had just had an argument with my wife before leaving so I was already in the red. Also, I hate Christmas shopping.

I came up on a traffic light that had just turned yellow and I had to decide to stop hard or run it. It was one of those where you're in a jam either way. I was probably driving 50-55 and I decided to stop. Well, there was a guy behind me and he probably thought I was going to run the light, but when I didn't he had to react and stop hard in order not to hit me.

He got pissed and started honking and flipping me off. I waived in the rear view mirror out of courtesy, but the dude wouldn't stop honking and MF'ing me and throwing his arms around.

The light changed and maybe another 1/2 mile down the road we came to the next light and it was red. I stopped and he pulled up right behind my car, stopped maybe a foot from me and continued his bullshite.

I don't know what happened because I'm generally pretty calm but I snapped. I threw my door open and I got out my car, stood in the median, and shouted to him to "get out of your fricking car right now. I made a gun with my hand and fingers and told him that "I will fricking kill you right now." I kept repeating over and over for him to get out. The dude had a shite scared look on his face and started pointing at what I finally realized was his little girl in the back seat.

He knew he went to far and didn't expect my reaction. When I saw the girl I felt bad and got back in my car and hoped that he felt worse.

I drove away and stopped at ChicFilA and got a peppermint shake and drank it in the parking lot. Then I went and bought Christmas presents.

About five years ago my second son, age 20 at the time, had some friends over and were sitting around the dinner table chatting it up.

I don't remember why but I got pissed at him and yanked him up buy the collar of his shirt and begin yelling at him and threatened to kick his arse. I made a complete arse out of myself and embarrassed him at the same time.

For the rest of that night and for several days I felt absolute shame and disgust with myself. I actually broke down and cried thinking about it several times and apologized to my son over and over.

He forgave me but that left a mark on me that I'll never forget.