My Official Thread.~
- Locked by Dark22978 on Jan 21, '17 10:54pmReason: owner's request
Thread Topic: My Official Thread.~
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my profile picture is starting to annoy me now
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There we go.
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I probably didn't make sense in that little tirade. Sigh.
Y e t a g a i n. My huge ass winning streak of being an incoherent, babbling buffoon. -
I've never been more in a state of absolute self-loathing. How could I just sit here and waste myself on all of this?
This is highly addictive, it's clinging on my unusually prodigious ballsacks until it pokes willingly and it finally shrivels.
I get a little wonky around the late AM time, where all the weird things commence and I am forced to deal with the absurdity until I can actually put my ass to slumber to end the whole charade. But slumber is something I don't want, says the flashing screen that pulses through my eyeballs. The flashing screen owns you! For a price of any integrity! Please, we will consume any that you will slit your wrist for, also have to gargle down some of the gauging gore too, that would be amazingly priceless you little sissy fag, show some of that blood like a camwhore. Also wash yourself with your guilt money afterwards, s--- head.
Funny, hilarious, you should have flashed it through your thick head that you damn well know that was more of a snarky, offensive little faction of retardation and randomness, nothing genuinely comedic or something to be chuckled at. Oh come on, I'm not a pathological liar. I s--- you not, I didn't laugh one bit.
Speak.
Didn't laugh.
Speak.
Didn't laughhhhh!
I'm speaking.
Laugh.
Fine.
You got your little compensation of my f---ery. I gave in, I laughed, because it was so dumb it just made me giggle, 'kay?
Speak.
I am speaking.
Cry.
I rather laugh.
Laugh?
I guess laughing turns into avoided tears and then the tears is the gas to the automobile of my unwarranted madness.
If you didn't know, I could drive that automobile everywhere! Wreck a kid, make them die, just because of my fuel of sadness!
That's insane, stop all of this gibberish. You need to relax, inhale!
Exhale?
No, shut the f--- up, inhale!
Actually, stay like that.
You don't waste your voice on letting retarded ideas in the air.
Shroom gas is already in the air.
Hah.
Hah.
Cute.
That would be you a few seconds ago if you didn't ramble like that.
That would be the kid that I could have possibly wrecked in that sick fantasy I had a few seconds ago.
Don't you smirk at me. That wasn't funny.
Alright.
I'll stop.
It is.
Is what?
Funny.
What's funny?
Mushrooms.
Shut. Up.
Magical shrooms, they're the looms-
What is wrong with us?
It's 2:31 AM.
Right, and time justifies are bats--- insanity?
Correct!
f--- you.
Don't leave that out there for me to twist, please. You know me already.
Too tired for this.
Where-
Going!
Where?
Hey, just.. going!
Let me go with you.
Are you sure?
Pretty sure.
You're never really a fan of passing our line of "fury". The line does nothing but make people question about our drug intake.
It isn't made by any "cocoa", okay?
I ran out of it. Fury just needed a little dose of cheap flour.
So hiss, hiss!
Get your nasty weed saliva off of me.
I'll lick it off of you?
You're not licking me.
.. Rightttt.
Shoo.
Don't steal my red boots.
Those boots? No. Put them on also, they stink and you're going home.
I should tell you that it resembles my home a lot.
Hell?
Correcto!
You're ridiculous.
So are the shoes.
You insulted your own fashion choices, darlio!
I guess I added something to my bucket list then.
Is sleeping on your bucket list also?
It's almost 3AM. Go. To. Bed. Go. Home.
It's almost 2:49. You tend to stretch things a lot.
Like?
My legs..
Your annoying legs, yes. Out of my personal space.
The time.
I do kind of make some inaccurate estimates. Yes.
And also..
Oh no.
My cherry!
Cherry?
You seriously call your vagina a cherry?
What else could it be?
Pulled pork.
^and that is the verbal diarrhea I come up with to preoccupy my dumb--- self -
Birds are chirping. Couldn't take their screeching mantra of "Momma, momma!"
Well, that's how it kind of sounded in my mind. It sounded very distorted though, like it was only just a hallucination that they were yearning dor their bird mother.
This is all making me tired. -
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head hydraulics
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lel
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juno
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I usually have weird fantasies.
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Fraud Newbielike seriously?
you're yelling at me? because hE DECIDED TO GO OUTSIDE?
First of, I just woke up and I thought he came back from going somewhere
I literally can't do this anymore. I'm not supposed to be taking care of this person, neither are you, but you're stressing and stressing about him.
I just can't wait to escape this place. -
Fraud NewbieIf you can't "take this anymore", why don't you finally ship him the f--- off?
I swear I wish I was just born in another family, where all of this isn't present at all.
And I know I'm going to have to work very f---ing hard to leave and never come back, I want to at least try. This family is a trainwreck and I can't stay to see the total rubbish and demolition.
My summer was suppose to be relaxing and enjoyable, and it was for a couple days once it started, but if it's going to be crammed filled with buffoonery and a crap heap of jumbled up aggravated emotions, I rather not be here at all.
There you go, fools!
That's the complete dark side of my family.
I never like to talk much about my family, unless there are certain occasions where I want or have to.
If nobody could leave this f---ery, bet you I'll leave this damn forbidden legacy of actually getting out of the house before 20. -
Fraud NewbieAll smiles, all bouncing around like I was spoon-fed cocaine. I was actually happy a few moments ago, actually no, a few days ago or for the past week I was all jazzed up, except for that specific day which I don't want to be reminded of.
But now the bitterness screeches its nasty s--- stains on to my body, and there's no Tide stick to ward it off. -
I'll just binge more on ED articles and lounge around. All of my headphones miraculously broke down and stopped working, which is just fabulous considering that I have so much s--- to watch.
So now I have to wait until Friday (hopefully) so I could get a new pair of headphones that are guaranteed to not die on me in a few seconds.
Probably will get ridiculed and lectured for adding 2 new (haha, mfing s--- looks dusty asf, definitely not new) pieces of rope that emulates beloved sound into my ears to the junk yard of decayed headphones. That junk yard is way too full to add more, meaning that my mom just gives up and won't spend anymore cash just so I could add a new collection of garbage. So good thing I got 20 dollars and can jack it off on some heeeadddphonessss. -
Damn. I talk too much.
R U RDY TO RUMMMBLLLEE
RDU 4 STDY
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