when i was a young boy my father came into my room every night and told me to stop shaking, told me he would keep me warm. he taught me the meaning of life was to achieve that strange warm feeling as much as possible. my mother wanted to give me that strange warm feeling too but he told her to bend over and made me watch. mommy looked happy. he bought this brown colored child to the mansion and had me practice giving that strange warm feeling to others. i guess it was his turn to watch. one time when his breath smelled of liqour he called me a "fucking hermie" i still ponder on the meaning of these words as i stick the long thing into the hole every night when i think i'm alone but i know he's watching and sticking it in his too. mommy told me one time that this family was "bisexsual heaven". she told me that when it feels wet in there i should bend the long thing into it. i love my parents.
now here i am a 37 year old and they still wont let me leave the house until "we run out of juice"
vanilla is my favorite
the end
ugly;
tl;dr no seriously what the FUCK was the point of that? befuddlement
Quote from: Pvt.Parts on January 04, 2008, 06:19:30 PM
tl;dr no seriously what the FUCK was the point of that? befuddlement
i'm bored and i love shock value cook
This thread would have potential if it was serious. befuddlement
When I was a young boy my father took me into the city To see a marching band.He said,"Son when you grow up,will you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?"He said"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?" Because one day I leave you, A phantom to lead you in the summer, To join the black parade." When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?"
now here i am an 18 year old and they still wont let me leave the house until "we run out of juice"
vanilla is my favorite
the end
OKAY OKAY GEEZ
i was born in salt lake city, utah and a short time later my parents moved to charlotte, north carolina for my dad's work. i was raised a mormon kid (though i never really lived by any of it) and was raised in a kinda shitty neighborhood. i alway tried my hardest in school. later we moved to waxhaw, north carolina in a big house in a non-shitty neighborhood. i later let go of my religion. i have a brother and two sisters, one sister was the biological daughter of my mom and some guy who cheated on her. my mom and dad got (mormon) married but they don't consider my dad a stepdad to my sister for some reason. she is now married to a mormon moron like herself (jk i wub her) and is out of college in her 20s. my other sister is a middle schooler and my brother is a high schooler like myself only he is a dipshit. i have a dog and a cat my balls itch my dad is a self proclaimed secular humanist and i don't like tits.
vanilla is my favorite
the end
What the hell was the OP's point? It was a big pile of hermaphroditic stupidity.
Lol, is hermaphroditic even a word?
okay her eis mine
when i was a young boy my father came into my room every night and told me to stop shaking, told me he would keep me warm. he taught me the meaning of life was to achieve that strange warm feeling as much as possible. my mother wanted to give me that strange warm feeling too but he told her to bend over and made me watch. mommy looked happy. he bought this brown colored child to the mansion and had me practice giving that strange warm feeling to others. i guess it was his turn to watch. one time when his breath smelled of liqour he called me a "fucking hermie" i still ponder on the meaning of these words as i stick the long thing into the hole every night when i think i'm alone but i know he's watching and sticking it in his too. mommy told me one time that this family was "bisexsual heaven". she told me that when it feels wet in there i should bend the long thing into it. i love my parents.
now here i am a 37 year old and they still wont let me leave the house until "we run out of juice"
vanilla is my favorite
the end
ugly;
Quote from: reefer on January 04, 2008, 07:09:24 PM
okay her eis mine
when i was a young boy my father came into my room every night and told me to stop shaking, told me he would keep me warm. he taught me the meaning of life was to achieve that strange warm feeling as much as possible. my mother wanted to give me that strange warm feeling too but he told her to bend over and made me watch. mommy looked happy. he bought this brown colored child to the mansion and had me practice giving that strange warm feeling to others. i guess it was his turn to watch. one time when his breath smelled of liqour he called me a "fucking hermie" i still ponder on the meaning of these words as i stick the long thing into the hole every night when i think i'm alone but i know he's watching and sticking it in his too. mommy told me one time that this family was "bisexsual heaven". she told me that when it feels wet in there i should bend the long thing into it. i love my parents.
now here i am a 37 year old and they still wont let me leave the house until "we run out of juice"
vanilla is my favorite
the end
ugly;
hey ur not me
i want to see sbkt's post in this thread so i can finally find out the details of him being raped
lol bisexsual
POST YOUR LIFE STORY FUCKS
I was born into care under gophers, raised as one of their own, where I grew into the awe-inspiring achievement that I am today.
Quote from: Soup on January 04, 2008, 09:56:53 PM
I was born into care under gophers, raised as one of their own, where I grew into the awe-inspiring achievement that I am today.
wher do you live? underground?
I live in the White House =|
they don't let blackies in there that's why they call it the white house =|\
anyone got any rape stories?
I got knocked up at the age of 14 and now I got 3 kids.
Quote from: Sylar on January 04, 2008, 10:35:44 PM
I got knocked up at the age of 14 and now I got 3 kids.
i'm sure it's not your fault
wait a sec can hermies make babies with themselves? goonish
okay her eis mine
i was born in a cross fire hurricane and i howled at my ma the driving rain but its all right now, infact its a gas, but its all right. I'm jumpin' jack flash, its a gas gas gas
vanilla is my favorite
the end
Quote from: C.Mongler on January 04, 2008, 10:41:42 PM
okay her eis mine
i was born in a cross fire hurricane and i howled at my ma the driving rain but its all right now, infact its a gas, but its all right. I'm jumpin' jack flash, its a gas gas gas
vanilla is my favorite
the end
poor illiterate child
Quote from: C.Mongler on January 04, 2008, 10:48:57 PM
thats my story and im sticking to it
i bet you want some candy
i'll give you a tic tac
we don't want you choking on your spit
My parents fucked.
I came along.
Some other shit happened.
I discovered the internet.
That's everything you'll ever need to know.
How did you get those horns?
I was born, my mom had seen me projectile vomiting and we ended up bankrupt.
Soup, I would like to hear your story.
I was born, my dad disappeared, I stayed with my mom and grandma, I went to school, my sister was born, I discovered the interwebs, I realized that I'm lesbian, I made this post :|
As posted in a previous thread.
QuoteThis story begins when I was 4.
It all began in September 1994. I was four years old, turning 5 in 2 weeks. My mother woke up me. "You're going some place special today" She led me to the table where I began eating a wonderful breakfast of Eggs, Bacon, Toast, Ham and Orange Juice. I thought I had done something really good; I had gotten my favorite breakfast AND I was going some one special. Shortly after my aunt Pauline came in a car to pick me up. I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get to this special place. We departed from my house and about 5 minutes later we pulled up to a big brick building. Oh boy, I was excited. I walked into the building. There were other children sitting in a circle playing with toys. YES! Other children. I then notice something on the wall...It was a chalk board. The fucking bitch tricked me. I WAS AT SCHOOL. IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN. My mother tricked me into going to school.
Over time in this new school I made new friends. Steve. Doug, he was a good friend. He had a sister who was 2 grades above us. Her name was Lindsay, I later learned that they lived 2 floors above me. We started hanging out. I finally had kids my own age to play with. Halloween came. It was our parade day. We walked around in our costumes. I was the Red Power Ranger. It was fun. As the fall passed and the winter came and passed too. It was now spring. We made easter baskets and got Candy. I couldn't believe it. It was awesome. A few months after the school year had ended. I played with my new friends all summer. Soon it was September I could now begin first grade.
First grade was different. I was the only one in my Kindergarten class who was able to read. When I entered the first grade I and girl were the only other students able to read. She was a cute girl. She appeared to dislike me though. The other kids would make fun of me. "Haha James likes girls, he's gonna get cooties" It was mean. My teacher seemed to dislike me too. I would have to stay inside for gym and for recess. Why wasn't I allowed to play with my friends? What did I do wrong?
Second grade came soon after. I was hanging out with Doug in his house. His sister was there. She was in 4th grade. She suggested we play a game. Hide and seek. She had us hide. She found me first. She brought me to her room. It was the base. She shut the door. She told me that we were playing a game. She kissed me and told me that it would be a fun game called House. I remember house, it was a game I played in kindergarten. She told me that this was different. She slid her hand down my pants. She told me to do the same to her. She was 2 years older than me. Smarter, I listened to her. We fondled each other for a while. We heard footsteps outside her door--it was Doug, he wanted to know why no one was looking for him. We stopped right there, but we'd play house at other times. Second grade also brought the stick fights. There was a kid named Russel, he'd fight with sticks with me. We didn't get along.
Second grade ended and third grade began. I walked into my class, I only knew a few kids. I saw Russel. I sat down next to him. We talked and quickly became best friends--He remains my best friend to this day. We'd talk about different stuff. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was popular show at the time. We'd rap the theme song about how "I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said "youââ,¬â,,¢re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air(I decided to include this little note just to see if you guys were paying attention, yes this did happen. No, this isn't a joke thread)". I went over his house. He had an SNES, I couldn't believe it. I used to have one, but my mother sold it. We'd spend ours playing "Killer instinct" and "Mario Kart". Those games were fun. With Lindsay I was still playing house. It got more physical. Her brother and her would sleep over at my house. I had bunk beds. I'd share the top bunk with Lindsay and Doug would have the bottom. We'd play at night when no one was awake. I don't know how it happened but we ended up having anal sex. I remember exactly how it happened but it did. It was our little secret. I was only 8.
Fourth grade came. Along with 4th grade a cool new show came on; it was called Pokemon. Oh boy, Russel and I would watch it everyday. One day he came into school with an issue of Nintendo Power. He had something. It was a Pokemon card--Charmander to be more exact. We were some of the first people to watch it. It was a cool show. Pokemon caught on. We all had the cards. We'd battle. Shortly after the school bannd Pokemon cards. We'd still play.
5th grade came. This was my last year of middle school. I had made plenty of friends compared to the time I first walked into Kindergarten. It was great. I made it through the year, Pokemon was still cool. I never lost at the card game. I had a great deck. 5th grade ended quickly. It was our graduation--we sang songs. Vitamin C's song(I forget the song) was one of the songs we sang. I'd be entering the 6th grade soon.
During the summer I moved from Lynn to Salem. It was 6th grade, I was now in Middle School. It was scary. I didn't know anyone. All of the other kids were a year older than me and had already began their growth spurts onset by puberty. They'd pick on me seemingly for no reason. I didn't know why. I'd go home and want to cry. I wanted to kill myself. I just wanted to have some friends. Why were they being so mean to me? I didn't understand, I hadn't done anything to them. A few months went by and I met Preston. We became friends--I finally had a friend at my new school. I was happy. I made a few more friends. I was still picked on, but at least I didn't feel as bad. one of these kids was Domonic. He'd pick on me everyday. I got sick of it. I punched the mother fucker in the face. I don't regret it. I'd do it again. He started crying. I had to go to the principal. Some how the kid got detention and I didn't. I'm assuming this was because the principal was severely obese and knew how it felt to be picked on. Girls would think it was funny to ask me out and if I said yes they'd go "I was joking". I stopped trusting them.
7th Grade began. I was still picked on. I made a few more friends. Jim was one, he is still one of my best friends. The constant harrassment wanted to make me kill myself. I seriously considered it several times. Luckily I made a friend, Zack, whose humor allowed me decide that suicide was not an option. I thought if I picked on some one I'd make some friends. I found a Ukranian immigrant named Dmitry. I'd pick on him a lot. I don't know why. It made me feel as if I had friends, these kids weren't my friends though. They were assholes. I still feel terrible about how I treated him. 7th Grade ended and I moved to New Hampshire.
8th grade began, I was in a new school once again. I made a few friends though. Not much happend in 8th grade. 9th grade began. In the middle of 9th grade I moved back to Salem--back with the kids who bullied me every day. I went back. Something was different. I was taller than a lot of the kids who once tormented me. They left me alone. I became friends with some of them. Something was different though. I realized I was fucked up socially. I had, and still have difficulty forming new relationships and making new friends. As for "relationships" I still have trouble telling if a girl likes me, is being nice, or is just being a bitch trying to be funny.
10th grade started. I made a few friends. I went through the year. My hedgehog died, pretty much the only grief that year. 11th grade was pretty uneventful. My senior year was pretty uneventful too--that is, until May 2nd. Zack, the friend whose friendship once helped me decided against suicide was seriously injured. Over the 2 days he was in the hospital. I was hoping he'd get better. May 4th, 11:20PM. I learned that he had died 40 minutes earlier. At first I didn't cry. 10 minutes later it hit me. My good friend was gone forever. I cried for the first time since 7th grade. Classictyler was talking to me on AIM, it helped a little bit. I stopped. The next day I went to the high school. His brother was there. He wasn't crying. He inspired me to keep strong and pull through it. I was able to do it, although I couldn't sleep without the nightmares of the carcrash. It took me 2 weeks to get over them. Time went on. I graduated and life has been pretty chill since. I sit here typing out this post hoping you read it and are thinking of a serious reply.
Thanks,
JMV
Quote from: JMV290 on January 05, 2008, 12:30:10 AM
As posted in a previous thread.
I need to repost that on 4chon sometime.
I was born in the middle of the Mojave Desert and raised by Saguaro cacti. Then blundered my way into civilization and did some stuff. The end.
Quote from: Kaz on January 04, 2008, 09:48:24 PM
i want to see sbkt's post in this thread so i can finally find out the details of him being raped
rape = vagina
http://youtube.com/watch?v=p7EBwEMSG2k
My dog.
Quote from: True Christian on January 05, 2008, 09:16:30 AM
http://youtube.com/watch?v=p7EBwEMSG2k
My dog.
i hoep not, because based on your other videos you are really dum befuddlement
Quote from: C.Mongler on January 05, 2008, 10:11:56 AM
i hoep not, because based on your other videos you are really dum befuddlement
not my account
Quote from: JMV290 on January 05, 2008, 12:30:10 AM
As posted in a previous thread.
*sniff* :(
beautiful, JMV
Quote from: JMV290 on January 05, 2008, 12:30:10 AM
As posted in a previous thread.
I have a feeling that the reason that you have bad relationship skills is because you had anal sex when you were really young. I'm serious, too. I listen to this one radio show called Loveline and there's a doctor on that show. He says that the younger you are when you have sex or if you get raped, the more messed up your sex life will be when you're older.
Another thing I learned is that if you're a girl and that your dad is an asshole, you'll subconsciously be interested in guys that are assholes. And if you had a dad that left, then you'll be interested in guys that are unfaithful or just not like guys at all. I'm think that's the reason why Bluaki is a lesbian.
Quote from: reefer on January 05, 2008, 04:18:47 AM
rape = vagina
i wish
he'd probably provide pics to me if he was a girl
there was this one time at my old neighborhood when the back window of my dad's car was smashed
and when i was outside looking at it i was shot with a bb gun psyduck;
niggers and hicks :|
When I was 5 I saw a car blow up in the parking lot :|
Quote from: Houdini on January 05, 2008, 12:49:17 AM
I was born in the middle of the Mojave Desert and raised by Saguaro cacti. Then blundered my way into civilization and did some stuff. The end.
I guess that explains why you're a prick burned;
Just kidding, Houdini.