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your thoughts have summoned this post from hell so, as i pray... Home > Archives > 2007 > March > 27 I’m a softie, see?The problem, Diane, is that you don’t see your failures as personal deficiency. This allows you to take the moral high ground and mercilessly upbraid others, regardless of the situation. All I need to do is adopt that attitude of yours, and then I’ll be able to wish from the bottom of my heart that you wind up like your mother, a scrapped cum-dumpster in a mental junkyard. |
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Alar said:
FUCKING RIGHT SHE IS!
Alar said:
Now let me tell you a story about how I became the Prince of the l337z…
I was lookin’ around, and to my surprise what should I find?
But a lolikit, bright and wide-eyed.
Not in person, that would be a mess,
In text on my paper, no less!
I walked up to teach, and I held out my hand,
You know, she kind of looked like as a child she was in band.
Anyways, I turn in the paper and to my distress,
I realized that I’m only half-dressed!
“That don’t matter," I say,
“After all, that lolikit is going to save the day."
Now my plan was finally in check!
Let’s hope this didn’t turn my grade into a wreck.
When she sees it on my paper, she asks me, fairly pissed
“What the hell is this?"
“Extra credit for research." I grin.
This day was going to be total win.
“Tell me why LK is known,
Maybe even his home where he was grown."
She looked at me like “What the fuck?"
And I just smiled and practiced my nun-chuck.
Soze the next day when I show up in class,
She’s sittin’ there with a wine bottle and a glass.
“I looked and looked and found it with the internets."
I smiled at her and smirked, giggling at her internets.
“Damn you and LK! I saw things I never had…"
I interjected, “Well, is it really all that bad?"
“4chan is unforgiving, and consumes us all!"
She then transformed and rolled out as a giant katamari ball.
“It’s true!" I laughed, mocking her pain and torment.
“We can never get away from the sick enjoyment.
It’s a thing that grabs us by the crotch and doesn’t let go!"
And now you see, my story is no mo’.