The Rebel Faction

I swear, the men I talk to nowadays (whether messenger or posting TRF) are getting more crabby than I do during PMS.

Ken: Gets so engrossed in his Hitman 2 game that I asked him if I should nuke some chicken patties or bake them. Nuke them he says. I pull them out the nuker and he complains that I didnt fry them.

Gue: Well, lets just say that my two newest threads are not agreeing with his marriage.

Gash: Well, hes just Gash and hes damn proud of it, he would say.

I swear, the only one I talked to today that actually acted civil to me was Ken's brother Steve, who stopped by with his wife and 2 kids to drop something off for the girls.

I must be cursed. I really must be.

*raises eyebrows*

So then its not just me?

Or especially me?

Okay, I heard from Gash and he has a logic reason, I know what Ken's problem is, so that leaves Gue.

*wonders what his excuse is as she bangs forehead into wall*

what Kas said

I bought one of those but I decided not to put it on my car. Having a bunch of bumper stickers makes you seem like a tool, and I've already got my NDP one.