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[|DRC| Wartex]

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[HAL9000]

IT LIVES!!!!!


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[Anonymous]

|DRC| HAL9000 wrote:

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IT LIVES!!!!!

Yes it does once again.

[Cannonfodder]

I LIKE THE COLOR RED. That is all

[Photek]

I will never understand why you guys are joking about a body massage..
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In reallife I'm a perfectly sane person, I just like to make a fool out of myself to get some unwanted attention to get rid of.

[HAL9000]

|DRC| Cannonfodder wrote:

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I LIKE THE COLOR RED. That is all

yeah baby yeah!

[HAL9000]

random bullshit

[Rarek]

I do like RED!
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Until I accept it, I am nothing.

[|DRC| Messiah]

the fire one is funny as shit-- MMM PORK CHOP SANDWICHES
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[|DRC| Wartex]

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Must be bad end!

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[|DRC| Wartex]

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[|DRC| Wartex]

http://www.gossiplist.com/blog2/archives/005873.html

[HAL9000]

then I expect you to light my cigarettes. All my pimps light my cigarettes.

[HAL9000]

This really bothers you doesn't it Rarek. Where the hell have you been anyway.

[Rarek]

In a cave. usually. I like caves.

[pin]

Wartex had some bad coffee for breakfast or something
I am the Demon of the knight, I am the vampire. When you make me mad I unleash the demon! I go by many names. Vampire, Dracula, Dumbass, you name it.
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i am god

[HAL9000]

And now for something completely different.

[|DRC| psycheus]

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[|DRC| Marblecake]

Cletus the slack jawed yokle.
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"Shrink" Are you a assasin? "Me" Assasin sounds so exotic. Im just a murderer.

[Rusky]

Copied from a site:

I am a twisted soul. I will admit that. I wrote this in the thought that some one out there might relate to what I feel. I was born on the date of September 1, 1987. My mother and father both died by the age I was 4. When they died, my grandparents took me into their house hold. My grandparents were old, and never were able to give me attention. I remember my grandma would beat me with her cane, untill I could'nt see anymore, just when I was 6 years old. When I was little I used to take pleasure in hurting animals. I remember every week, like clock work, I would spend my allowance on buying mice. I would stomp on them, stab sewing needles in them, tape them down and hold a lighter to them. All when they were alive to feel this pain. I caused them as much pain as I could, before I ended their pathetic life. Cutting the neighbors cat up, gutting them and leaving them in their mail boxes. When I first attended shcool I was always the quiet one of the class. Never answering problems, not making any friends, not participating, but sitting there in pure scilence. When I was is 5th grade some of my fellow classmates made fun of me. Calling me a "wierdo"& "crazy" and other names. I took a pencil and stabbed one of the childrens hand. I went to therapy five days a week, for 3 years after that day. On the last day of my 5th grade year, my teachers decided to send me to another shcool, so I wouldn't be made fun of anymore. They thought this was the reason I was "different". I never brushed my teeth or took care of myself after that point. Kids at my new shcool never approached me, I ate lunch by myself every day. One teacher who I hated was Ms. Polk. I would draw pictures of Ms. Polk hanging, and being burried alive. I wanted to kill her. She had this parrot in class, "mr.crackers", the most annoying bird alive. One day at break, when her and the other teachers were in the faculty lounge, I walked into her room. With no one in there, I took some scissors on her desk, and began to walk to the cage. I opened it and grabbed the bird and began to stab it. The squaking of the bird in pain some how pleasured my mind. It made me feel, for once in my life happy. I grabbed Ms. Polk's jacket whiped the blood from my hands and left the bird on her desk. Soon after the bell rang, I walked to the bathroom, and sat in the stalls. You could hear the screaming and tears of Ms. Polk in the other room. These tears pleasured me. They never had any evidence that I did kill the bird, but everyone knew it was me. From this point on I began to write and draw. I had a journal where I would write and draw pictures about my day. Durring my 7th grade year, I fell in love with this girl named Raciel. I would fantasize about sex with her. She was beautiful. I woud draw pictures of my sexual fantasies with her. I wanted to chain her up and rape her. I wanted to cause her pain. I wanted her to choke on my penis. I wanted her to feel pain while giving me pleasure. I drew and wrote all of this in my journal. This book was a piece of my life. One day while I was at home, my grandma came into my room, and grabbed my journal. She hit me with her cane, and looked through my book.When she saw all my work, she was disgusted, she called me "a psycho", "crazy", "wierdo", "sick & disgusting" and she burned my journal in the fire place. She threatened me that she was going to call my school and tell them to lock me up in the instetution. I crawled in my closet and cried for hours. Finally when it was dark. I stoped crying and grabbed my pillow. While my grandma layed on her bed sleeping, I slowly crept over her, and pushed the pillow over her face. The old bitch didn't even struggle. I called the police and said I found her dead. One day after school, late at night I knoticed Racial took the same bus as I did. She went to tutoring with Ms. Lee after class and went home in the late afternoon. I masterbated about this everyday. I masterbated about raping her, and tying her up. One day on my way home I bought a ski mask. I wore this while I masterbated. It made it feel so real. I could hear the screaming, and feel her pain. That night I couldnt take it anymore. I stole a knife from my granpa, and packed my bag. The next day after school, I waited for Raciel to get out of tutoring. I waited in the bushed and followed her at a unknoticeable distance. She waited at the bus stop. The night was dead quiet, and no one was out. Finally I put the ski mask on and grabbed the knife from my backpack. I saw Raciel and I walked up behind her and grabbed her neck. Whispering "Im going to fuck you" I held the knife right to her neck and led her to the back of the church at our shcool. I pulled out the rope and tied her hands to a fence. Still crying and being the quiet bitch she was, I spread her legs and tied them to the pole. I began to fuck her. She started to scream as I pulled her hair back, and ripped her open. She was screaming louder and louder. The scream made me happy. I took the knife and cut her hair. I started to slash her chest. It made me want to fuck her harder and harder. I felt pleasure in this. After awhile of this I finally was finished. I slaped the bitch around a little bit, and cut the ropes and left her. I never saw Raciel again after that day, she never returned to our shcool. I finally graduated from 8th grade. I never did work anymore and did the bare mininum in shcool. Since I had no friends all I did after shcool is write and draw in my new journal. I started to buy mice, and small creatures at the pet store more and more. Durring my freshman year, I saved up 55 dollars, and bought a small dog. I walked it from the pet store to a canyon in my area, and held it down. The dog was so defenseless. I took out a knife and began to carve out letters in the dogs chest. I can still hear the yelping the dog made. Finally after cutting the puppy, I cut the tail off. The dog was histerically yelping, and crying as if it was being tortured. Finally I picked it up and threw it against a tree. It was now dead. I caried the motionless dog to the mailbox and dropped it in. After a class mate made fun of my teeth, I was vowed to fucking kill him. After finding his adress, I went to his house and skoped the place out. I walked around the area and noticed he had a bunny crate in his backyard. The next night I went back to his house and took his rabbit. I slaugtered the rabit, I ripped it appart. With the dead rabbit at hand, I bought a box at the post office and sent it to his adress with a note that read "go ahead talk about me". After that he was always unusually quiet, and never spoke, or looked at me again. Every day after school, I would come home to my room, and continue to write in my book. I would masterbate about girls in my school, and work out. My teeth became so yellow, and rotted, that I had to go to the dentist, and get work done to them. I hate fucking people. I want to kill them fucking all. I hate them so much. I seriously want to buy a gun and shoot my school up. This is where I am now, a high shcool student, who wants to look for people like me, so we can make a name for ourselves. So we can create a true judgement day. We wust unite, this is a calling....

[Jaguar]

uh...
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[|DRC| Marblecake]

I am too drunk to read that whoel thing. Jesus H Crizzle.

[|DRC| SLIM]

That was uhh... interesting

[Rusky]

It is, very philosophical

[|DRC| Marblecake]

Happy LutherLincolntines Month.

[|DRC| SLIM]

[|DRC| Marblecake]

Gimme some tots.

[Anonymous]

Wow this thread is growing fast once again we have random insanity. To bad i wasnt here to witness most of the other one

[Elusive]

thats what happens when u keep your baby in the room while having sex

[Anonymous]

It joins in

[HAL9000]

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