So... some random shiznit has happened to me over the past month. Here's some!

First more of shiz than shiznit: So, I'm at work and this older fella pulls up. I ask if he needs any help and he asks if I can load his van with some rock. I comply and grab a bag. As I move forward I notice his license plate says "Saskatchewan". After, I load up I ask 'em, "How do u like Iowa?" Here's his reply, "Let see... the people are stupid and jerks, the roads are terrible and your in a war over some towers" .... I wanted to rip out his entestines and strangle him with them. But I refrained meself and said, "Ya' don't say?" First off, Iowans... R NOT STUPID OR JERKS! The reason why is because of the town he;s in. The town of fairfield holds the Mahrashi University and attracts people from all over. The people from the Coasts who are R THE JERKS! Don't put all of us in one group ya' frostback! Iowans are one of the friendlist American people you will EVER come across. They wave to u on the road, and they will randomly say "hi" to u. That is just AWESOME!
Also, screw him for saying we are in a war over the Twin Towers. This war is over securing our economy and also ending this extreme agenda FROM THESE ISLAMIST! If he hates US so much, go back to the ice caveren where you craweld out of, get frost bite, AND DIE!
Ok that was the only bad part.

Second part: last night I was leaving teen group and I was messing around with my friends. I threw my bible case in the truck, but my friend caught it and got my keys. He tossed it to my other friend and basically for a half hour I wrestled with him trying to get my keys back with him saying, "just one lil' peak, Jesse!" During this time, he actually grabs a hold of my cock (outside of my pants)and drags me around the parking alot while I cling onto him for dear life trying to get the keys out of his pudgey hands. Then he goes to far... sticks his hands down my pants in my... "happy" zone. I go balistic for some reason (I wonder why) and I bring him down to the ground and basically rip my keys out of his hands, but then my buddy takes them and gets in my truck. I hop in the bed and he drives around the road for a hbit tryiong to shake m out. Well, then finally I get my keys back and I get into my truck, sweating and a lil' pissed, but then... I noticed my new iPod 8gig nano is gone. This scremoe voice comes outta nowhere and I get outta the truck, "WHERE'S MY IPOD" They all freak oujt and say, "ddue it's in yoru glove box" DON'T DO THAT!

Then today... at work... I was just standign around looking at the herbs and then... dink. I look down and my button of my fly... falls to the ground. The whole entire day I am, walking around trying to keep my pantsd above my crotch. I live twenty min away from work and my mom didn't understand my plan to get my jeans. So, that''s been my random month.... how 'BOUT ALL OF YOU Oo

About the guy..
Just don't worry about him. xD He's just a jerk himself.
I don't have too much to say, because I would have probably laughed.

About the keys.. That's just freaky. You should have decked whoever stuck their hands in your pants. I'm talking.. you should have laid the bastard on the ground-kinda decking.
Let me tell you.. if someone either stuck their hands in my shirt, or GOD forbid.. My PANTS. Oooooh. There would be some fighting, and one of us wouldn't be getting off the ground without a paramedic helping him/her.
And it wouldn't be me. xD

Also, LMAO.
I've had days like that.

Actually, that'd be hilarious! It'd be like some random anime XD

Yeah...I think I'd go a bit hostile if someone tried to get in my pants.

And I'm very very very nonthreatening.

Then again...I have so many 'big brothers' I'd never have to worry about it.

Ya got a little bro on the west coast too :p

Fo shiz'. XD

Lawls

I'm your big bwuder.

... We never knew that about you, Addy O.O

Whatever surgical implants she choose to get and what she does with them is HER buisness.

or...His?

LAWL!

Yeah, the Canadian needs to go back to Canada. Nuff said.

The dude touching your junk needs to get punched every time you see him. Regardless. Friend of mine touched it once and I flipped. Started wailing on him for a while until he basically squeezed out that it wasn't intentional. I felt bad because it turned out I actually hurt him kinda bad in an arm bar at the end.

And about your pants, nothing wrong with a birthday suit.

In the public eye there is, crumpets! I should just have a spare kilt in the back room incase.
Too late to hit the queer though... back in NV... Now, I have deal with therapy! THANKS SO MUCH!

*spits out orange cream soda*

The hell?!

Eh?

Therapy?

Or she really didn't like her orange cream soda, which was in fact malt root beer float. What a shock of the senses.

Like reaching for a water and finding out it's sprite. THE HARD WAY.

o.o;