We're a dying breed....


'Cause I know you're out there . . .

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait"
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town (or across the state) to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
To every guy that cried in front of her.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this 'cuz they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy..."
Unknown "Smurf" Sleepy - 15 years, 10 months, 20 days ago

So my blood sugar was high last night. Funny that.

I had some insulin and went to lay down for a bit (always helps make me feel better). Apparently I passed right out. I woke up at about 4:00 am and my sugar was low. Not just low...like, deathly low.

It sounds scary, and a lot of times it is, but it's one of those things you learn to deal with. So I stumbled out to the kitchen 'cause I wanted to see just HOW low my sugar was, but for some reason my glucometer wouldn't work (I'd put the test strip in backwards and couldn't figure that out for a good 10 minutes. In fact, I gave up trying and had a cigarette instead).

When I came back in from my cigarette I noticed I'd put the test strip into my glucometer backwards and called myself names. When I finally got it working (by putting a test strip in the RIGHT way), my sugars read 1.3, which is pretty damned low (ideally they should sit between 4.0 and 6.0).

I ate a chocolate bar. It was yummy.

People like to ask me what it's like when my sugars are high or low. Here's my best description of both.

LOW

Everything's funny for some reason. Doesn't matter what, it's funny. I feel like I'm high, but not a normal high, kinda like the same high as the first time you EVER got that way. It's hard to walk. Your short term memory works, but not quite right, and your long term memory doesn't exist at all. You know in your head how things work, but to translate that from your mind to your limbs/digits, just doesn't happen. You could spend 10 minutes studying something that you use every day, but you don't realize it until you're already doing it. Electronics don't like you when your sugar's low....your retarded fingers just mash every button they can and nothing gets done.

So, there's a taste of low.

HIGH

All you want to do is sleep. Moving the three feet to lay down on the couch feels like a chore. When you walk, your legs don't feel like concrete, more like very hard rubber. You feel like you're going to puke. You're thirsty as all hell. You pee non-stop. You have a headache that won't go away. You just feel generally irritable.
Unknown "Smurf" Sleepy - 16 years, 2 months, 29 days ago

I've realized that I need to go smoke some weed....my hand is killing me and the THC makes the pain go away.....much like valtrex makes genital herpes go away.....or so I've heard.....
Unknown "Smurf" Sleepy - 16 years, 3 months, 1 day ago

So, the funniest thing happened last night. No shit.

My buddy Seamus (picture a 6 foot 4 dude, skinny-ish, but pretty much solid at about 190 lbs) was working last night at my other buddy's bar with me. He was out front of the bar and apparently this crack head decided it was a good idea to start yelling at him because he has a penchant for the word 'fuck.'

She screamed at him to stop saying fuck. He told her very nicely that he was a big boy and could say whatever he wanted and that she should mind her own business. She was drunk, and quite obviously so. She decided she was going to go have a beer - Seamus told her she was too drunk and wasn't being let in. She SNAPPED.

She started bitching more and he told her if she didn't leave he'd call the police to come and deal with her. She started acting like a 4 year old, singing: "Go call the cops. Go call the cops...etc" Seamus decided to start dancing back and forth like a cracked out Micheal Flatley clapping his hands and doing a half assed can-can mocking her.

Well....she snapped even more and threw her purse on the ground in the snow and screamed at him that he'd better stop making fun of her. He stopped and cocked his head and said quite flatly: "What're ya gonna do ma'am? Ponch me?" (I forgot to add, Seamus is Irish...straight off the island, so he's got a nice thick accent)

She says: "No, I'm going in for a beer and that's final!!"

Seamus: "No, ma'am, yore not gonna go inta tha bar, yore gonna go the fock home!"

Now for the coup de grace....

Seamus takes three steps and hoofs her purse - but he whiffs the kick and sends it about a half a foot down the sidewalk, so he decides to take a second kick....and next thing you know he's on his ass in the snow, the purse sailing down the sidewalk (along with his momentum....or so you'd think).

Without missing a beat, Seamus gets right back up, dusts the snow off and points down the sidewalk....and everyone's trying SO hard not to laugh. As soon as the crackhead left, oh dear GOD did the laughing start. I also have to say a big thanks to the dude from Sanctity who got the whole incident on video on his cell phone. I was stuck at the door, so this is a mixture of Seamus' story and the video.....but oh dear god was it funny.
Unknown "Smurf" Sleepy - 16 years, 3 months, 1 day ago