Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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I remember a friend that was hitting on a local girl that was …homely…or fugly , so to speak …and he literally asked her to put a paper bag over her head ??
She said …you son of a bitch , that’s the worst thing anyone had ever said to her.
He shrugged it off …said no problem…he’d put it over his head ..problem solved.
That is called a butter face...........everything is good, butter face..........I remember a friend that was hitting on a local girl that was …homely…or fugly , so to speak …and he literally asked her to put a paper bag over her head ??
She said …you son of a bitch , that’s the worst thing anyone had ever said to her.
He shrugged it off …said no problem…he’d put it over his head ..problem solved.
Same thing happened when she did that to me. Took about the same amount of time.
Looks like a big, wet vagina monster!
First of all, you are ruining titties. Stop ruining titties. Second of all, thanks for sticking around and for fuck's sakes stop getting hit in the head. And third, yeah it is a thankless job, everyone hates cops until they need cops. I really wish you were arresting that fucker with expired tabs and no fucking idea how a stop sign works instead of pissing and moaning about me going 10 over in the left lane.
As shitty as it gets, you have kids and they really do need you even though you are probably a prick who makes them go to bed on time and refuses to believe Halloween candy makes a great dinner. My son died of brain cancer at 5 years old, I was sitting in the room with him when he expired, he was braver than most grown men and I promised him we would be together. To say it was awful is an understatement of epic proportions. I could have laid down and died beside him and been all the better for it. But I wasn't, I had to keep living. It's 30 years later and it still kills me to talk about it and it sucks to type about it. He was my buddy, he was going to be my hunting partner and best friend and he is gone and it kills me.
The point of this shitty story? Well you honestly never know what horrible baggage other people are living with and yet they still keep living. When it is shitty and you ask yourself why, take a look at the things in your life that make life worth living. Kids, a wife that might love you (if you ask fuckers here it is always questionable), a roof over your head, money in the bank, guns to shoot and all sorts of good things are there even when life is pure shit otherwise.
Take care of you and yours. If you need a break from being a street cop try and find one of those lazy sell-out jobs for a few years. I was not a cop, I was in the military and worked in public utilities. They hate you for not saving their piece of shit relative, they hate me for every power and water outage and blame me when they never paid the fucking bill. We catch a dead guy in the trash rakes of the dam every year, sometimes three of them and they stand there talking shit like we killed their asshole. Drunk and fell off the boat, high as fuck and no life jacket or shot and stabbed by their fellow criminals and tossed in the river and why didn't we save them? Really, they went to the bottom three miles upstream and started floating when they rotted and bloated. They were two weeks dead when they got here.
Get the help you need, from actual professionals and from this bunch of retards here. We need you to stick around. And when you are around, be around cars with fucking expired tabs or somewhere close to that fucking idiot doing the speed limit in the left lane. If you can be there, be near a liquor store on welfare payday and arrest some of those fuckers with warrants buying booze and going home to beat their wives.
Better yet, use your seniority to take time off for the holidays and do stuff with your family. Use your time off to do things that make you happy, unless you enjoy killing hookers, then just do that at work like all the other serial killers. All those guys who left before you, want you to make it all the way to the end and to die peacefully in your sleep, not screaming in terror like everyone else in the car.
You have supporters, always remember that.
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Honestly, I would never call the police, were it not for that fact that I KNOW they're going to show up after I solve the problem and arrest me for solving it.
This is part of the first round qualifications for the Darwin Awards. Low octane moronicity can still be entertaining.
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