Monday, July 13, 2009
i admit, we all have flaws. i have my flaws, that is when i'm not being 100% perfect. yet, what is driving me crazy. something that really makes my skin crawl, blood boil, nuts itch....
the worst part about it is, you can't really tell when they are being fake. i mean that is if they are really good at what they do. and most times, it's the one's you least expect that really just crush you idea of "friends".
maybe since i hold my true friends close and don't let ppl in so easily that when i do find a fake friend amongst the real one's it truly hurts my heart. so how do you spot a faker?
simple, need their ass for some shit. it could be big or small. a faker finds it difficult to be there for you when you need them. whether it's "saying the right thing", "giving you gas money", "or being your wing man to an not-that-ugly-but-definitely-not-as-hot-as-her-friend" chick. a fake friend will always flake out on you. but that's where it gets tricky. because there is a "fake friend" who plays the game a little harder then the rest. he/she may be in it for the emotional support you give them, monetary gain, to steal your chick, etc..
these fakers you gotta wait them out. they might be there for you 25% of the time, before they make their flake move and just leave you high and dry. what do you do when you've found a flaker out?
kick their fucking ass. i'm starting a FYF club. (fuck you faker). i'm gonna just start kicking folks asses. like coming out the alley and punching ninjas in the side of the face. so beware. you fake w/ me...it's on.
to join my club, all you have to do is produce evidence of fakeness. and will gladly help you rid your faker problem. participation is a must. and you have to at least attack 1 faker a year to remain in the club. fist, eggs, toilet paper house, shit in a bag at door, prank..etc.
seats are filling up fast. join now!