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I talked to a cop in his patrol car tonight while hammered. I didn't realize it was a cop/ Then I took the wrong off ramp home and had to try real hard to make the proper destination without fucking up. Now I'm eating potatos, pizza and burritos and awaiting a violent heart burn 8 am wake up call.

 

Oh well.

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I also had my phony long term fiance spent alot of time on my lap tonight while her "real" "boyfriend" talked to me about failed past relationships. All in all such a typically strange and beautifully hazy evening.. Next week I play black out bingo.

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Jesus Christ...

 

So I went bar hopping a bit tonight. I went to a country bar and see the ex husband of the girl who I broke up with on March 4th. He stared at me off and on for about a hour and a half. Finally he walks up and gets in my face. (He's a marine and about 6 inches shorter than my 6'1 frame and about 50-70 lbs lighter than my 250 lb muscular flab frame)

 

Andrew: "Hi Jason"

Jason: (snarky) "Hi Andrew"

"I gotta problem... I don't like you already and my 4 year old tells me you smacked him around"

Andrew: "The only problem I had was between me and Jane (his ex) I never had a problem with harley"

Jason: "Yeah well he tells me he was kicked out of your house and you hit him"

Andrew: "Jason I liked Harley very much and never laid a hand on him"

Jason: (Trying to scare me off I assume) "I already talked to the bouncer and if you end up on the ground with me over you, you'll be the one going to jail"

(I don't budge..looking him eye to eye)

Jason: "You have 2 options get out or get knocked out"

Andrew: "I have nothing to hide, so I ain't leaving"

(Similar banter goes back and forth for several minutes until his girlfriend's friend gets in his face and defends me)

They trade words, this woman who I have no idea who it is tells Jason she knows me and would never hurt a fly.

He asks her if she's my body guard and she says no she's just trying to stop his stupid attacks.

Jason finally relents a bit, tells me if he hears any more from Harley I'll be on the floor. I told him I have nothing to hide. He refuses a hand shake and does a fist to fist "peace agreement" or whatever.

 

I stuck around for another half hour or so but my mood was soiled.

 

 

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I had a rail thin girl randomly walk up to me at the bar tonight and ask me if I wanted to go shot for shot, last person standing pays the tab. I told her to "go eat a fucking sandwich". My friends were amazed I didn't try to flirt with the girl instead choosing to insult her. Another girl with HUGE tits kept playing with a necklace that hung down her cleavage, I finally grew sick of this and grabbed her necklace, dipping my fingers under her blouse and told her "Quit playing with this fucking necklace - your taking up valuable space in my boxers" (A bold face lie as my impotence was as prominent as ever)

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Oh boy...I did a birthday party warm up last night apparently... I went to my usual all you can drink thursday night special... 2...count'em 2 drinks in I was feeling buzzed.... holy potent....I didn't slow down a bit and low and behold I got totally shit faced and lost most of the night in a black out. I do recall going to a another bar, and being kicked out at the door for being "too drunk" considering I really don't remember leaving the last bar or going to this bar (minus the forced exit) apparently the bouncers knew what they were doing. I was bitching about it to all who would listen though, believe me.

 

I'm not sure what occured next, but I next remember driving to Cub Foods at God knows what hour. I remember nothing of the visit, other than not being able to find my vehicle when I came back out. I flipped out and wandered around the barely filled lot and then when panic set in I wisely set off my car alarm (good idea to draw attention to myself when black out drunk) and the alarm allowed me to find my car. Remarkably I found my way home, and devoured my newly boughten box of little Debbie snacks. I woke up at 4:30 am and was amazed to find myself in bed. I love alcohol.

 

 

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I have been arrested for it

 

Yeah, most people who consistently drive drunk will catch it sooner or later. I don't drive at all anymore.

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Went to Drowing Pool, Seven Dust and 2-3 other bands last night.... I'm still deaf.... my brain is trying shut down yet and I said "FUCK YOU BRAIN I'M GETTING UP AT 5:30 ON A SUNDAY MORNING TO POST ON TSM AND LISTEN TO COAST TO COAST!"

 

I drank alot of captain morgan, malibu rum and beer before the concert and me and 2 of the guys I went with slept on the bleachers for a bit. The slimy mass of humanity that was the mosh pits was no doubt the highlight of the night. My

"I (heart) Satan" shirt got a good reaction.

 

Then at midnight we tried to get to McDonalds for munchies, and when it was locked I got to break out a Ken Patera reference. That incident actually only took place like an hour or so away from Green Bay.

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Jack Black is on the fucking X Files right now. I don't like that mother fucker but this excites me.

 

Went drinking tonight.............. all you can drink, me and my buddy got a really good buzz going .... then we started bar hopping, and a random woman walked up to us in the streets and encouraged us to go to a loud bar with her. Once in side I told her I was a legit minister (true) and we ended up discussing the bible and homos sins. Then she revealed she lived in Vegas for 10 years and had a kid. Then I asked her what she did, after a little prodding, this semi unattractive bitch told me she was a Las Vegas stripper. Then she ended up talking about wanting me to buy her a drink, so I told her "I have no intention of fucking you so I ain't buying ya a drink" Then she asked if I smoked...I told her only marajauna (false) and when she inquired what kind of mary jane I smoked, I got up and wandered off....

 

The bitch killed my buzz. So I came home and ate 4 burritos, 3/4 lbs of M+Ms and a pile of mashed taters.

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I woke up today knowing that today would mark my Ex’s last day at work, and I was thrilled. She’s said a lot of bad things about me to a lot of people in recent months (as I for the most part did as I was told by management and pretended she didn’t exist. I heard things that were going down, and my blood boiled. I came home ranted to my best friends and drank an adult beverage or 2 and then went back to work hoping that I could smile, laugh and whistle and let every one see nothing was bugging me. Especially if she was around, because I knew nothing pissed me off more than seeing her happy so I figured the same would hold true both ways.

 

She had spent the time we were together insulting me, arguing about nothing worthwhile daily, telling me who I could see and what I should do. And at the end of the day, it still wasn’t ever good enough. My best friend at work was called a “whore”, my friends “drunks”… and a few trouble makers at work tossed a few incorrect thoughts into her head, just to mess with the fragile relationship. I stayed the course, as she was going through a divorce and was under stress, her kid and I were bonding, and in my mind there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Wrong. Accusations continued, Love notes were shredded, my sanity went bye bye…. Finally after 10 months or so it was over… She had drained me emotionally and financially, and the light at the end of the tunnel vanished.

 

Then over the course of the next few weeks she still called (at all hours of the night) and let me know she cared but her new boyfriend was so much better than I ever was. I finally snapped and rattled off a acidic vicious email telling her off. After that it was a big mess at work and the higher higher’s had to step in and mediate. During this time she dated at least 2 different guys that I knew of and when both relationship ended for her, she turned to me at work and attacked me over her anger over men (keep this part in mind for later)

 

So anyway I got to work and thought…”Oh boy tonight I can blog about all the awkward moments I’ve endured working with my ex over the past 4 months or so!”…. Then around 5:30 tonight a rumor floated through my ears: “She told so and so she’s pregnant!” I declared that it had to be a false rumor, as she had a habit of blabbing every little detail of her life to all that could hear normally, so I assumed this would’ve been too big to have kept secret for 3 ½ months. I have to admit, a gurgle of disgust (?) in my belly…. Then a couple of hours later it was confirmed… Nausea overtook me and I wasn’t sure why.

 

Suddenly blogging about awkward semi comical situations didn’t seem so ideal. I thought “She had nothing when we were together, I bought her most of anything of value she had (minus the TV, CPU and car) she was getting welfare, WIC , housing and any other tax payer hand out she could….and now because “I don’t have the money for birth control” Her 2 kids are going to suffer, with no Dad around to support her $$$.

 

So after all those months of calling me irresponsible and immature for struggling to find a job and liking alcohol a bit too much, here she is getting knocked up so I and all the other tax payers can pay her bills. Boy you sure showed me!!! You are very mature, so very responsible!!!! Good job!

 

I think I ranted enough………. I feel better, I came out of it a bit emotionally empty and disgusted by the relationship rat race, but at least I didn’t mess up 3 lives at the end of the day. *FIST PUMP*

 

 

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How does this even work? 5 year old boys squirm way to much when I try this:-

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A Sanford jury today convicted a 33-year-old woman of having sex with a 5-year-old boy.

 

Kelly Lumadue was then sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

 

Jurors on Tuesday watched videotape of the sex acts. They happened 12 years ago when Lumadue, then 21, lived in Longwood with her husband, a professional pornographer who recorded the session. He has since died.

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HERE's WHAT YOU MISSED:

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Mole: I just found this picture and it touched me deeply as it shows my dog who died a few weeks ago, being held by my wonderful mother who died a painfully terrible death a few years ago. I hope you guys don't flame me for being dumb, I just wanted to share this picture that made me happy today :)

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Tank_Abbott: *unzips pants*

 

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Next Poster: That's wrong tank!

 

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Jobber: Yeah that's totally uncalled for BAN PLZ

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10 posts later.....

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Mole: You really don't give a fuck do you, I would kick your ass if you and I crossed paths

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Dames: Tank is a pain in the ass all around the board and I hereby declare this his LAST Warning!!!!

 

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Next 10 posts yell at Dames for not bringing the BAN Hammer

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Random MOD pops up: I banned him

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People: "HURRAYYYY!!!!"

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Memphis popped in with:

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TANK TAPPED OUT~!

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Mole: heh heh LOL~!

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End of 3 or 4 page thread

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