Originally posted by: ferris209Originally posted by: sean wookieI heard this story that made me lol
I was in the 9th grade and asked one of the cute cheerleaders out on a date. She said no and I asked why.
She told me I was a worthless nerd who would do nothing important and she could do much better than me without trying.
The next year she got knocked up and dropped out of school. The baby daddy was sent to prison for grand theft auto, and she currently works 2 jobs to barely make ends meet.
I saw her at the grocery store a month ago and asked how she was doing. She told me how she was and asked how I was. I told her about my career and I laughed at her and said, "Who is the worthless nobody now?"
I actually had almost this same thing happen to me. When I was in school I was a fat nerd who didn't achieve much, I was always too busy playing my guitar, writing music, studying music, or working on computers. This one bitch I knew actually walked up to me one day when we were in about the 8th grade and for no damn reason immaturely said "You're ugly and you will always be fat and ugly and that's why no one wants to hang around you, plus you're weird!" Well needless to say she was the one of the popular girls whose grandparents owned everything in my small Texas town and she did anything she wanted and got away with it. What she said really hurt me at the time, I remember it bothering me that night when I tried to go to sleep. We went our ways, and I stayed myself, haven't changed much except I shed that baby fat and I am a sleek 180 lbs now. I got a good paying job, got to play a few gigs here and there, got gorgeous wife, and everything I ever wanted like a 1958 Cadillac, a Manuel Rhinestone suit, several pairs of boots, and a big house. Well, I saw that bitch one day at the grocery store lugging her babies out of the back seat carriers from her P.O.S. 1994 Honda Accord, the same car she had when we graduated in 1998, she was still in it in 2005. Come to find out the IRS came into town a few years before and seized everything that wasn't nailed down that they used to own, apparently her granddaddy was evading taxes. She lost her stroke in town and had moved in with a loser who knocked her up quickly with three kids and now she was getting W.I.C. and welfare. Well, there I was in my '58 Black Caddi and I rolled by her slowly, I had all by best duds on, my wife in the passenger seat who was completely gussied up, two guitars in the back, I looked at that bitch till she noticed me and I gave a sly grin, looked over at my wife and then back her, and I said " I'd better get away from you cause you're ugly!" I pressed that gas pedal down and propelled out of the parking lot with a smile on face and my wife in my arms. That was my big "go F you" moment that I will always treasure.