Did you by any chance ever tell anyone it was fake.
[QUOTE=Lick;21910880]Inb4 "You're childhood wasn't fucked up, my uncle raped me when I was 11."[/QUOTE]
My childhood was not fucked up and my uncle didn't rape me at 11.
:colbert:
Weren't you the guy who had that "hot dream" about gangraping some girl?
And Dan was boobies?
Also, ydi for showing off fake weed to some kids to look "cool"
and getting caught
[url="http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=930551"]Then when you were sixteen you gave the internet your real info and they fucked you over[/url]
Well, most of those problems are your own fault.
[QUOTE=Crazy Legs;21910842]This, to be honest. Schools these days are very touchy when it comes to drugs and explosives.[/QUOTE]
Part II didn't involve school.
Is Alec still up the ass?
[QUOTE=Dr. Fishtastic;21912021]Is Alec still up the ass?[/QUOTE]
Dunno, but Dan is boobies.
Well, at least when you were 11 you didn't hurt your pregnancy stick. That fucking dreamy girl probably enjoyed it.
[QUOTE=The Big Bomb;21910832]I was 11 and I didn't think right.[/QUOTE]
I'm pretty sure you still don't
That is really NOT that bad of a child hood. You should have seen my house growing up nothing physically abusive but poor but we made it out of the ghetto.
But I'm not gonna write a story on it.
Man, your uncle sounds like a real booby.
That's not fucked up, thats just you being immature.
So believable :rolleyes:
[QUOTE=Dr. Fishtastic;21912021]Is Alec still up the ass?[/QUOTE]
fuck yeah I am
Your life is average compared to mine.
I have been molested, yet nobody in my family believes me because our neighbor would do that so they send me to a quack to convince me I never was molested.
Can't blame him, he was 13 and tried to mimic a porn video being passed around in school, still really, really traumatizing.
My mother is a over reactive drama-queen, her only goal is to buy over-expensive cars, the last one which was used she bought for twenty thousand dollars and expects me to get a job to help her pay of the bills because she decided she needed "a special car for her safety needs"
My father is a destructive negligent asshole, he would always throw my toys, when I was younger, over this concrete sound-barrier behind my house when I was six.
I have two older brothers, Ill name the oldest Charley and the second oldest Rick.
Charley is a great brother comparable to Rick, still gets mad at me when I don't know how to do certain things or I begin to ask for help.
Rick has ass for brains, he can't do normal cognitive skills without fucking something up. He always drives drunk around town, ruined two cars so far, my mothers Infinity, not the one that costs about twenty thousand but one given to her by my grandparents, by leaving it in a flood. And another car, that is not even his by driving drunk from his friends house, the fact he has yet to cause manslaughter makes my brain implode.
And one little brother, I will name him AssWipe.
AssWipe is the baby of the family, there are times I would brush past him and he would fall on the ground and play his little game of "Crocodile Tears" on my parents who instantly get on my ass for a list of things I would never do. AssWipe has cost me the most pain of the family, he generally is the only one who knows I'm a furry so he won't stop putting my family's pets genitals in my face because it is a "fun" game to play. He also manages to need me the most when it comes to computer help and if I don't help him right away I end up with my parents mad at me for another 13 transgressions I never acted out. He is also the only one that knows I am a atheist and holds that as leverage against me because I don't want to get sent to some shitty "Jesus Loves you Camp" filled with indoctrinations.
My friends are generally all assholes specifically "James", yes that is his first name, he is a hardcore catholic and went apeshit when I told him I was atheist and apeshit again when I told him I was a furry, lately now every convebrsation with him has been "I can't believe you would degrade into fucking animals" or "Why would you stop believing in god" or the newest one "You are a satanic waste of shit and needs to die so that satin can see what he has created". I don't consider him a friend anymore but more of a "general asshole that was your friend and now hates you"
tl;dr
I was molested and my childhood is filled with trauma, yours isn't so bad so stop making threads claiming your life is fucked up because after I read that you sounded like every emo in my school I want to run over with a mower because "My father didn't buy me presents this year" or "I have no friends", then magically 15 people run up and then socializes with them.
you should take a drug testing piss cup next time your mom gives you one and piss on her face and then throw it in a pile of firecrackers that spell her name out on the lawn and then say, fuk the police
because thug life is the life for thee
lol, he changed his avatar to try and cover up dan and the boobies
it's like we won't recognize him now
That's hardly fucked up at all.
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Actually that's not fucked up at all, compared to shit I went through and DrPharmacist up there went through you're living a perfect life. I don't complain about that though because I'm not a little bitch.
That's not even fucked up. And all those things are your fault anyway. This thread is just one tangent off another tangent off another tangent.
do you try to make yourself look stupid
between this and your career as a dream-rapist, you're either attention-starved or very weird
[QUOTE=The Big Bomb;21910832]I was 11 and I didn't think right.[/QUOTE]
When I was 11, I didn't make friends by saying I have weed.
I believe he was trying to look cool, but failed and then raged
That's really nothing.
Suck it up and deal with it.
[QUOTE=DrPharmacist;21914496]Your life is average compared to mine.
I have been molested, yet nobody in my family believes me because our neighbor would do that so they send me to a quack to convince me I never was molested.
Can't blame him, he was 13 and tried to mimic a porn video being passed around in school, still really, really traumatizing.
My mother is a over reactive drama-queen, her only goal is to buy over-expensive cars, the last one which was used she bought for twenty thousand dollars and expects me to get a job to help her pay of the bills because she decided she needed "a special car for her safety needs"
My father is a destructive negligent asshole, he would always throw my toys, when I was younger, over this concrete sound-barrier behind my house when I was six.
I have two older brothers, Ill name the oldest Charley and the second oldest Rick.
Charley is a great brother comparable to Rick, still gets mad at me when I don't know how to do certain things or I begin to ask for help.
Rick has ass for brains, he can't do normal cognitive skills without fucking something up. He always drives drunk around town, ruined two cars so far, my mothers Infinity, not the one that costs about twenty thousand but one given to her by my grandparents, by leaving it in a flood. And another car, that is not even his by driving drunk from his friends house, the fact he has yet to cause manslaughter makes my brain implode.
And one little brother, I will name him AssWipe.
AssWipe is the baby of the family, there are times I would brush past him and he would fall on the ground and play his little game of "Crocodile Tears" on my parents who instantly get on my ass for a list of things I would never do. AssWipe has cost me the most pain of the family, he generally is the only one who knows I'm a furry so he won't stop putting my family's pets genitals in my face because it is a "fun" game to play. He also manages to need me the most when it comes to computer help and if I don't help him right away I end up with my parents mad at me for another 13 transgressions I never acted out. He is also the only one that knows I am a atheist and holds that as leverage against me because I don't want to get sent to some shitty "Jesus Loves you Camp" filled with indoctrinations.
My friends are generally all assholes specifically "James", yes that is his first name, he is a hardcore catholic and went apeshit when I told him I was atheist and apeshit again when I told him I was a furry, lately now every convebrsation with him has been "I can't believe you would degrade into fucking animals" or "Why would you stop believing in god" or the newest one "You are a satanic waste of shit and needs to die so that satin can see what he has created". I don't consider him a friend anymore but more of a "general asshole that was your friend and now hates you"
tl;dr
I was molested and my childhood is filled with trauma, yours isn't so bad so stop making threads claiming your life is fucked up because after I read that you sounded like every emo in my school I want to run over with a mower because "My father didn't buy me presents this year" or "I have no friends", then magically 15 people run up and then socializes with them.[/QUOTE]
This is why you don't make friends with hardcore christians if you're a athiest furry.
[QUOTE=The Big Bomb;21910770]It isn't THAT fucked up, but it's a story, here I go;
When I was in fifth grade (I was about 10 or 11) I brought in a lighter, fake marijuana, and I showed some kids. They thought it was cool, "Dude thats real weed??!". The next day I get a call up to the office. "Louie, you're being dismissed". My mom is there (looking normal) and we walk to the car. She screams as loud as she can. She found out. Someone FUCKING ratted. They thought it was REAL weed. The next day after that, I went to a meeting with my mother, an officer, and the principal. They discussed blabla, and I overheard them talking about the social services. The next day, they came to my house, questioning everyone. The next day in school, they called me up to the office again. The cop was there. He took me down to the station to find out what a criminal was like. We went to the prison, and that was... interesting. He took me to a class about marijuana and substance abuse. It all fucking sucked. My mom yells and yells at me everyday, how my life is SO fucked up and how I'm such a burden on her. Anyways, oh well. I go home, sit in my bed, and read. And read. And read.
PART 2: Same year, same grade, same place. One of my friends, Mitchell's birthday was coming up. I couldn't come to his birthday and I promised this kid a birthday present. I know you can't break promises, so I notified him of a present that I can give him. A firecracker. I give it to him the next day in the forest. He goes home, tells his dad. The cop comes the next day to the school. Takes me to the jail, and I have to spend the day in the jail. My mom is flipping fucking constant lids. She is screaming about how her life is fucked up. Oh well.
[b]BONUS!![/b] My Cool Uncle
I had this cool Uncle, "Uncle Phil". His real name was P.T. Blaine. He was fucking awesome, if you know what I mean. He's the guy who drove around in a brown van with his window rolled down and the beard, and the driving gloves. I remember his AC being broken, so we always had the windows rolled down. He was the leader of some google group "big breasted and mature women". He was sooo fucking cool to me. One day, after we saw some action movie in theaters, we drove around a little. (Did I mention we'd always go to the liquor store and he'd buy me a Mike's Hard Lemonade?) and we went past a house of a girl who's name was "Candy". Phil said that he shouldn't be doing this, and not to tell anyone. He took an ounce of maryjane and sold it to "Candy."
He was awesome. Then one day in late 2008, he was put in the hospital. He was getting tired and tired. On January 1st 2009, he died and he was the closest thing to me for a father. My father always screamed at me all the time. He had fucking anger issues.
RIP Phil
Anyways, :what:[/QUOTE]
Incase he snips the OP again
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/dantits.png[/img]
And Dan was boobies.
Hows Dan doin? He still fed up about the booby thing? Anyways, you left out the part about how we ruined your current life.
It's just a firecracker, where do you live? Was it giant or something?
Pity me and divert your attention away from my other thread. Rate me hearts for my pregnancy stick requires them. Pity me please.
Please OP, stop posting threads about all the fucked-up things you do/have done/imagine. It makes you look like a freak who dreams of fornicating in a group orgy with things called pregnancy sticks.
[IMG]http://babybabbles.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pregnant-stick1.jpg[/IMG]
I assume this is what was in her mouth and you were force feeding her with one, god knows why. And why did you have one with you in your dreams?
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