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I found this music video recently and I cannot, for the life of me, understand its point. Does anyone here know what it's trying to say?

Here's the video

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What the fuck is this bullshit about Obama? I was just asking people to name any writers they believe should win the Nobel Prize and you all decide to be idiots by bringing up Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize? A prize that has no relation to Literature? Did I even mention his name in the first place? NO!!!

This is a thread about LITERATURE, not POLITICS. Can't you morons even tell the difference? I cannot believe the levels of stupidity I have been witnessing. Why is it so hard for you all to stick to the subject and not be morons by bringing up people you blame for the faults that you made? I am so ashamed of you all. It's people like you idiots are the reason why I hate politics in the first place. Why I choose not to vote for anything and anybody.

Anyway, please keep your tainted political beliefs to yourselves and STICK to the subject. PLEASE!!!

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I know this sounds crazy to the majority of you, but I have this old belief that reading good books written by Great Authors can make a person a better writer. This is why, since high school, I have been on a mission to read a whole lot of great books, especially books that were written by the Nobel Laureates.

Yeah, that's right. There is a Nobel Prize in Literature. I didn't know that until I was a teenager. But, I guess the winners have changed a lot of people by their powerful words.

It also gives me some great introductions to some amazing writers.

But this makes me think of the writers I feel that deserve to be honored with this award. Yeah, I've read books by writers who totally deserve it.

Do you believe that there are writers who you believe deserves to be a Nobel Laureate?

If so, name them and explain why.

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At 5 hours ago, SKHM wrote: Generally the "seriousness" of a crime is measured by the victim of the crime.

In child porn, it's an innocent child. In most "snuff"/"muder"/"beheading" videos, it's an adult on the lower end of the SES spectrum (often one who is far from "innocent").

Who does society feel more sympathy for? Obviously the child.

Are you aware that there were snuff films that contained children as victims?

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I just found out that the Super Bowl is around the corner. That means lots of hot wings, chips & dip, etc. Hoping for the Patriots to win.

It also reminds me of when Prince did the halftime Show back in 2007, which people said it was one of the best haltime shows ever. Well, it's Prince! He's fucking amazing! It is hands down my favorite halftime show.

What's your favorite Super Bowl Halftime Show?

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The Oscars are almost on the way and I noticed that nobody has ever done a thread on what anyone thinks are the worst films that have won the Oscar for Best Picture. Well, I would like to know what you think are the Worst Best Picture Winners and explain why. Also, explain which film you thought should've won instead.

For example, I will give three films that I think were the worst ones. Now, this is based on my own opinion so don't bash me, okay? Here they are:

1) CRASH (2005)
When I first saw this film, I said to myself, "How the fuck did this beat Brokeback Mountain?" People claimed that it was a better film, but I disagree. Yes, some of the performances were good, the direction was good, the atomsphere of the film did make the movie look okay, but I didn't think it was Best Picture material. This is nothing but a bunch of stories of people who deal with racism in a twenty-four hour period. All the characters were unlikable, even the ones who weren't bad (Matt Dillon's character I hated). Some of the stories were not even well-developed, the story with the asian man and his wife felt like a filler. Another thing, the film's premise has been done before. You know, Spike Lee's "Do the Right Thing"? That had a similar premise. Besides, Spike Lee did a much better job at tackling racism than Paul Haggis did, but that's just me.

Now, I wanted Brokeback Mountain to be named Best Picture because it was a beautifully-made film that told a story that more movies have to tell: Two people of the same sex who fall in love but are torn apart by an unaccepting society. Now I know something like this has been done before, but still.

2) The English Patient (1996)
I heard a lot of good things about this film, but when I saw it, I didn't really like it. All the film is about a burned man who tells his nurse a story about his affair with a married woman. Now, another best picture winner did this before back in the mid-eighties. You know, Amadeus? Only that film was interesting. This was not. I felt that it dragged on and on and on. The scenes with World War II action was interesting, but that was it. I felt that the love story part was predictable.

Fargo, on the other hand, was not predictable. That was an amazing crime film that had my eyes pasted to the screen till it was over. It was one of the best films The Coen Brothers have ever made. The story about a man who has his wife kidnapped so he could get money from his father-in-law, but a pregnant police chief foils it was fan-fucking-tastic. Every scene in this film, I felt, had a real purpose. The performances by Steve Buscemi, William H. Macy and Frances McDormand (who won the Best Actress oscar) were just flawless.

3) The French Connection (1971)
Now, I could barely remember anything about this movie. It was that unimpressive. All I can remember is that it was about a couple of detectives who investigate a drug lord. I don't know. But I just could not get invested in this film. Nothing about this said "Best" to me. I heard that the only reason that it won Best Picture was because of a scene with a car chase. That's it. I think naming a film best picture just because it had a car chase scene is just pure bullshit.

For the film I wanted to win that year, I was torn between Fiddler on the Roof and A Clockwork Orange. Those two films were really impressive and were well-made. Fiddler on the Roof was on of my favorite musicals with memorable songs. I loved how they filmed all the musical numbers, especially Tevye's Dream sequence. I could watch it every time and not get bored with it. A Clockwork Orange is possibly one of Stanley Kubrick's masterpieces. Now, I didn't read the book the film was based on, but I now want to check it out. ACO was a real eye-opener with a lot of nudity and violence. I also loved the psycological side of the film. I heard it was a life-changing film. I can believe that.

Now, you know my opinion, let me see what you think are the worst best picture winners. If you don't agree with anyone's choices and want to argue with them on it, be polite.

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It's funny that a lot of people are saying that artists like Justin Bieber and Nickelback are the worst when, in reality, it's:
Countess Luann
Design the Skyline
The Cheeky Girls
Baha Men
Starship (in their later years)
The Shaggs
Attack Attack
Anal Cunts
303
Paris Hilton
Wham
Starland Vocal Band
Vanilla Ice
Hanson

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To those who believe that the music video to Rebecca Black's "Friday" is the worst video ever, YOU'RE WRONG!

This is the worst video ever!

Seriously, what would make ANY human being, in their right mind, do such shit like that?

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This one is a prose-poem written in three to four sentences, though more if needed. Enjoy.

Midnight Phone Call

My best friend's life is in shambles with people gawking at her behind
her back and she, losing her sanity while trying to look like the life of
the party. But in reality she falls to pieces and dwells over wanting
to take her own life so no one will have to worry about her. Though
I am tired, I listen with sympathy and a pinch in my chest; I can see her
with her hands dyed red and her face losing its color, and my black
eyes fade away from surprise. I have never seen her like this before.
A moment passes before she finishes, thanking me for listening to her
and being a good friend to her, then hanging up, leaving me alone,
hurting and pondering.

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This is a poem that I wrote back in 2007 for my creative writing class. We had to write a poem about a childhood memory of our own choosing. The teacher gave me a good grade, stating that details were very strong and the short lines worked well.

The story behind this poem was inspired by an actual event that took place during the mid 1990s. But, to let you know, some elements were invented. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Enjoy.

BASTARD

My brother has a friend come over
to see our Saint Bernard.
We told the friend
our dog was wonderful,
always a joy.
He shows no sign of fear.
We also show no fear for him,
until it happens.

Before I know it, he is on
the ground.
Our dog clenches him, shaking him
like hell.
The boy is screaming.
My brother is screaming.
I watch with a pale face.
The boy tries to escape,
but the dog is quick.
He is dragging him back, tearing
off his shoe.
Then, my brother jumps in,
grabs his friend
around his waist; our dog
clutches onto him
until they are inside.
Then, it is all over.

I watch, from outside,
the young boy crying in agony.
The puncture wounds
on his body,
and the blood staining his clothes.
My brother sits next to him.
He cries in fear for his friend.
He cannot believe our dog
would do this. My heart
aches with dismay.
I turn to see
the bastard sitting down, cleaning
the blood from his lips.
He looks innocent, he is oblivious.
In front of him, a steel bat lies.
I stare at them both.
I have fire
in my eyes.

WHACK!
"That's for hurting my brother's friend!"
WHACK!
"You run from me, huh? Good!"
SWOOSH!
"You're quick! But I'm quicker!"
WHACK!
"You can't hide from me, bastard! I can
smell you with my eyes!"
WHACK!
"Come on! Let me break one of your legs!"
SWOOSH!
"Hold still."
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
"Quit running!"
SWOOSH!
"There! Have you cornered!"
WHACK! WHACK!
"Now run!"
WHACK! WHACK!
"Run, bastard, run!"
WHACK!
"Feel the boys' pain, you fuck!"
WHACK!
"How do you like being the victim of pain?"
WHACK!
"Aren't you sorry for what you did!
Do you have in that
fucking skull of yours?"
WHACK!
"You think you have the right to
scar children like that? Huh!
Huh! DO YOU, BASTARD!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I finish
and stand.
Our dog cowers,
whimpering like
the bastard he is
and I smile.
But I am not satisfied.

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It would help me very much if you gave more information about this and would like to know what comedic humor are you looking for.

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That was pretty good in my opinion.

The rhyming was excellent and the chorus section was memorable.

I could see Lady Gaga singing this. That is just my opinion.

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PETERS
Enough is enough is absolutely right, Principal Porter! We did not come here to make fools of ourselves by accusing anybody; we came here to inform you of what's been going on in this mother-fucking school of yours! You are in charge of this school! You are their father when we are not here! You are supposed to watch over them and protect them from the violent world that is awaiting them! If any of thing come to you with any problems involving violent from others, then you should stand up and talk to them all and sort it all out. They need you, Principal Porter! They all need you, but all you care about is their education and if they go to school at all!
(Pointing to MILLER.)
Her son is in need of help from somebody he can trust. You. You have to help him.
(Throwing her hands up as if giving up.)
You know what? I don't even think you care. So we are going to leave and go to the police, so they can take of it. Would you like that? Cause if you don't, then do something about it. DO SOMETHING!!!

Pause.

PORTER
I'll call the police right away and have them come here on Monday. Then I will call in all the boys and Jay and we will have this situation sorted out. It may not be much, but it is the best that I can do.
(To MILLER, who stopped crying and looking at him.)
And believe me, Mrs. Miller, we will have justice on your side . . . and your son's.

MILLER
Thank you.

PETERS
All right then. Monday? All right then. We see you then.
(PORTER nods. She turns to MILLER.)
Come on, let's get out of here.

MILLER
(Gets up from her seat)
All right.
(Walks to the door.)
What do you want to do?

PETERS
Let's get something to eat.
(As they walk out.)
All this arguing made me hungry as hell.

PORTER watches them as they leave. He gets up and walks over to the phone on the ground. He puts the phone on the ground and reconnects everything in their place. When he is finished, he turns to the window, walks over to it, and looks out. Beat. Then the phone rings. He smiles. He walks over to the phone and answers it.

PORTER
(To phone)
Hello?

End of Play

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MILLER
No

PORTER
Is he having trouble with anybody?

MILLER
Yes, in a way.

PORTER
Really?

PETERS
Yes, really.

MILLER
Something happened to him in this school.

PORTER
Really? What?

MILLER
Well, for almost a couple of years, Jay's behavior has taken a sharp turn.

PORTER
Meaning?

MILLER
He's acting like he's no longer my son.

PORTER
What is he doing?

PETERS
He lashes out at all of us without warning.

MILLER
And he goes out late at night to whoever knows and doesn't come home until two in the morning.

PETERS
He stays in his room all the time and never coming out for anything but food.

MILLER
He's just not my little boy anymore. He's this-person. This total stranger that sleeps in my home all the time. I was really concerned for a long time.

PORTER
Have you talked to him about it? Asked him what was bothering him for almost two years?

MILLER
Yes, I have. And what he told me was the most horrific thing I can never imagine. It was my worst nightmare coming true.

PORTER
What?

MILLER
Jay's-

The phone rings.

PORTER
Hold on a second.

MILLER
But it's really bad.

PORTER answers the phone.

PORTER
Hello? . . . Superintendent! Hello there! It is great to hear from you again. How have you been doing?

MILLER
Principal, I really have to tell you this.

PORTER
(To phone)
Well, absolutely, sir. I've been doing great myself . . . Well, everything is in good shape here. There haven't been any problems so far. The academic assembly last week was very entertaining. All the kids were enjoying themselves.

MILLER
Principal, it is serious!

PORTER
(To MILLER)
Hold on!
(To phone)
Oh, yes, we have a new rule about chewing gum in class. . . . Well, the rule states that if ever any student is caught chewing gum during class time, then that student would have to go outside and pick out five old pieces. . . . Yes, it is a good way to discipline them. . . .

PORTER laughs heartedly.

MILLER
Principal.

PORTER
(To phone)
Yeah, it sure was different in our time.

MILLER
Principal!

PORTER
(To phone)
Well, there were other times when we had to clean to halls if we ever disrupted class and-

MILLER
PLEASE!

PORTER
(To phone)
So, when are you coming to check us out? I can't wait to tell you about my mother-

MILLER
MY SON WAS RAPED IN THIS SCHOOL!

A long pause.

PORTER
(To phone)
Go away.
(Hangs up. To MILLER.)
What do you mean "raped?"

PETERS
What are you? Deaf? She is saying that there are a bunch of desperate boys sexually assaulting her boy.

PORTER
(Confused)
I see.

MILLER
What's wrong?

PORTER
Well, the thought about a boy being raped by another boy is just-well, it's just-

MILLER
Out there?

PORTER
Yes, as a matter of fact.

PETERS
Actually, Jay wasn't really raped, he was more like . . . molested.

PORTER
Oh, molested. Okay. Well, then, we'll take care of this as soon as possible.

MILLER
Why can't we do it now?

PORTER
Well, Mrs. Miller, it's Friday. The weekend is about to start. Everyone has gone already so I won't be able to get a statement from Jay until Monday, so-

MILLER
There's no need to wait, Principal Porter. I already have a statement for you.

MILLER takes out some stapled slips of paper from her bag and hands them out to PORTER.

PORTER
(Surprised)
Well, thank you very much.

MILLER
It's the least I can do.

PORTER
Is it in full detail and with everything that needs to be said?

MILLER
It's all in there. You'd be surprised at the things you find in these kinds of statements.

PORTER
So this is all what you just told me?

PETER
Yeah, but with more detail.

PORTER smiles. He looks down at the statement. There is a moment of silence as he reads all of the contents. Then his face starts to change with utter disbelief. He looks at it as if it was a pornographic comic book that is way beyond his taste. After a moment, he takes his eyes away from the statement. Then he looks at it again.

PORTER
(Shocked and Disgusted)
Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't believe this! This-this-this is disgusting!

PETERS
That's exactly what I said when I read that.

PORTER
This is terrible! He told you all of this?

MILLER
He sure did. He was the one who actually wrote it all out.

PORTER
Didn't anyone else know about this?
(MILLER is silent.)
Mrs. Miller?

MILLER
He didn't tell anyone else about it but me.

PORTER
Did anyone actually see this happening?

MILLER
No one, actually, no one could because they kept the door closed so no one would barge in on them and Jay.

PORTER
You mean, there were no witnesses to this?

MILLER
No.

PORTER
(Gets up from his chair and walks to the window)
Oh dear. . . . Oh, dear.

MILLER
What? What's the matter?

PORTER
This is not good at all.

PETERS
Why are you acting negative all of a sudden?

MILLER
Is there something wrong?

PORTER
Actually, there is.
(He walks over to his desk and sits on its edge.)
There is no way we can prove the fact that those boys really did all of this to Jay.

MILLER
(In disbelief)
What?

PETERS
What are you talking about?

MILLER
Don't you believe us?

PORTER
Yes, Mrs. Miller, Ms. Peters. I do believe you two. But I don't think anyone else will. Without any witnesses or any other kinds of evidence of catching the boys really doing everything on this statement, this is only going to be Jay's word against their word.

MILLER
But Jay is telling the truth.

PORTER
How do you know that, Mrs. Miller? How do you know if he's not just making this all up just to get these boys back for anything they did in the past? Or maybe Jay is just saying all of this just to get some attention from everybody.
(Catching MILLER'S pale eyes.)
I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller, but there is nothing I can do for you or for your son.

MILLER
(Getting up from her seat)
The hell you can't. You can call the police and have them question my son and the boys. Make them all take the Polygraph test, that's how you can catch the boys and punish them for good.

PORTER
Are you suggesting that I jeopardize my reputation and the schools' reputation all because of a possible false accusation?

MILLER
It is not false!

PORTER
Then why would he tell you and not everyone else?

MILLER
Well, I figured that he was too embarrassed to tell anyone else about it. Did he ever come to you of any problems with these boys?

PORTER
Actually, he has informed me about it.

MILLER
What?

PETERS
I'm sorry?

PORTER
I've noticed that his academic performance was below average so I called him in and asked him what was going on. He told me that he was being harassed by a bunch of boys during lunch hour. I only told him to avoid them at all costs and he left.

MILLER
Why didn't you tell us about this?

PORTER
I didn't think the harassment was in a sexual approach.

MILLER
Well, now you know!

Just then, the phone rings. Beat. PORTER looks at MILLER. She looks at him.

PORTER
I'm sorry again, Mrs. Miller, but there is nothing I can do.

PORTER walks round his desk and sits. The phone continues to ring.

MILLER
This is not fair. This is not fair.

PORTER
Mrs. Miller, life is never fair. You just have to live with it.

MILLER
Oh God!

MILLER breaks down sobbing. PORTER answers the phone.

PORTER
(To phone)
Hello? . . . Oh, Jesus Christ! Are you the football player's father? . . . Ah, so the coach told you about your son not being able to play at the championships. . . . Well, it's your own son's fault that he is failing in his English class, not mine. . . . Oh, This game is very important to you all. Is it more important than his own future? His own education? Even his own future football career? Well, Mr. Carson, enough is enough! You have to tell your big boy that he will not be able to even run in that field until his grades are-

At that point, PETERS grabs the receiver from him, removing all the cords from the machine, and throwing it ground. She then glares at PORTER with red, fiery eyes.

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Here is an old short play I wrote around seven years ago. It is kind of, I know, but I would like to know what you think.

Characters

Principal Porter
Mrs. (Daisy) Miller
Ms. (Ebony) Peters

Setting

The Principal's office at a local high school.

The room is clean and dustless. It consists of a bookshelf with books shoved or stacked, a desk, and two chairs. Walls are covered with different educational posters and many diplomas. The desk has an in box and an out box that are both overloaded with papers, a computer, and a telephone. Behind the desk is PRINCIPAL PORTER, a man in his late forties wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the two top buttons undone. His hair is thinning, but not completely bald and his boney face is covered by a beard. He is writing on some papers until the phone rings. There is strong seriousness in his face.

PORTER picks up the receiver and holds it to his ear.

PORTER
Hello? . . . Yes, Mr. White. . . . Yes, I received your message and no, I cannot change the date of your son's Saturday school. It has to be next week. . . . Well, it's not my fault that he never served his detention for the two weeks he was required to serve . . . I see . . . I understand that it is your wife's birthday next week, but you have to tell her that her son will have to miss it. Good day.
(He hangs up the phone and goes back to his papers. A few minutes later, the phone rings. He picks up the receiver.)
Hello? . . . Ah, Coach. Yes. I called you due to your star quarterback. . . . Well, apparently, he is in the process of failing his English class. . . My point is he won't have the privilege to play at the championship and there is nothing that you or his entire family of football fanatics can do about it . . . Well, Coach, we can think of a-Coach? . . . Coach? . . . God Dammit.
(Hangs up rather angrily. He starts to write on his papers in frustration. Then the phone rings. Irritated, PORTER picks up the receiver.)
What? . . . Oh, hi honey . . . Oh, good. That is very good. For the moment, I thought she wasn't going to make it. . . . yes, yes, I'll take care of the doctor's bill. Don't you worry about it . . . Well, honey, it took them a few hours to complete the hernia operation for your mother and it was not very cheap; Everything involving doctors or anything medical costs a lot of money.
(There's a knock on the door. He puts down the receiver and turns to the door.)
Come in.
(To phone.)
Are you going to stay at the hospital for the night? . . . All right, well I'm going to be in the office for a while longer. Okay? . . . I'll see you at home. Bye.

While he was talking, MRS. MILLER and MS. PETERS nervously walked in and took their seats in front of PORTER. MRS. MILLER is a trim Caucasian while MS. PETERS is a full-figured African-American. They are both in their mid-forties.

They wait patiently while PORTER finishes up his call. He gets up from his seat and shakes hands with MRS. MILLER.

PORTER (Cont.)
Well, Mrs. Miller, I am glad to see you again.

MILLER
Yes, it's great to see you as well. Are you feeling very well?

PORTER
Yes, I am. I have the heart of a horse. That is, according to my check-up.
(To PETERS.)
And you are?

PETERS
I am the chauffeur with no life.

PORTER stares at her, pondering whether he should laugh at that or not.

MILLER
Ebony is a good friend of mine. She drove me here because my car is at the auto shop. She likes to joke around like that.

PORTER
I see.

PETERS
And my name is Ms. Peters.

PORTER
Well, it is nice to meet you.

PETERS
Likewise.

PORTER
I was very surprised to actually get your call at a short notice.

MILLER
Yes, for a very good reason.

PORTER
Oh?

MILLER
Yes, you see, we bo-

The phone rings. PORTER picks up the receiver.

PORTER
(To phone)
Hello? . . . Yes, Mrs. Kline, I called earlier about your daughter, Lottie. . . . Well, apparently, she's been cutting class for the past four days now. . . . Yes, Mrs. Kline, Lottie has been absent and I am getting quite concerned . . . . All right, Mrs. Kline, It's best that you talk to her about it, but I will say this, if this keeps up, she's gonna be staying here after school for the rest of the year. . . . okay, bye.
(He hangs up.)
I am sorry about that. My phone has been ringing off the hook.

MILLER
I know. I know how that feels.

PORTER
Anyway, you were saying?

MILLER
Well, we both have been noticing a lot of strange activities going on here.

PORTER
Strange activities? What do you mean?

MILLER
What I mean is, you know how kids are like, right?

PORTER
Yeah, always causing problems for us adults.

MILLER
Yeah, well, there have been some problems with some of the students here lately.

PORTER
Lately? Here?

PETERS
Where else?

MILLER
Ebony.

PETERS
Sorry, just tell him.

MILLER
I'm going to, I'm going to.
(To PORTER)
What I'm saying is-

The phone rings. PETERS rolls her eyes back.

PORTER
(To MILLER)
Hold that thought.
(He answers the phone. To phone.)
Hello? . . . Ah, Mr. Sellick. Yes, I wanted you to call me so I could give you the best of luck with your choirs with the music festival. . . . Yes, I know it's next week, but, being principal, I just wanted to be the first to wish you luck. I hope you come back with a big trophy or whatever they hand out these days. . . . All right, goodbye.
(He hangs up. To MILLER.)
Mrs. Miller, are there any students doing something I don't know about?

Beat.

MILLER
Well, if you put it that way, yes.

PORTER
What?

MILLER
Students tormenting other students is what I'm trying to get at.

PORTER
Oh, I see. That's been going on ever since high school was invented. It may be painful to go through, but it's something they have to get over.

PETERS
Excuse me, not to be rude, but what cave did you drag your big, hairy ass out of?

MILLER
(To PETERS)
Not now, Ebony.
(To PORTER.)
Principal Porter, I think it is time that you take a great care about what the students are doing here. It would be very comforting for parents, like me, to know if someone is doing something good or bad to our children. Yes, they have to go through with the torment, but it's somehow different today. Kids now are doing a lot more harm than we can imagine. They-

The phone rings. MILLER lowers her head while PETERS turns her head in frustration.

PORTER picks up the receiver.

PORTER
(To phone)
Hello? . . . Hi, honey. Have they finished? . . . . Good. Just leave the bill on my desk and I will take care of it when I get home. . . . Okay, goodbye, honey.
(He hangs up. To MILLER.)
So, you saying you have some concerns about some students in this school?

MILLER
Yes, I do.

PORTER
Are they considered important?

PETERS
They are considered extremely urgent.

PORTER
Well, then maybe we can arrange a PTA meeting ASAP.

MILLER
(Concerned)
ASAP?

PORTER
As soon as possible.

PETERS
Why not right now?

PORTER
Listen, I can't just push everything else aside just for a single complaint you both have about the students. It takes time.

MILLER
Time which we don't really have.

PORTER
Mrs. Miller, I know how you feel, but it doesn't take overnight to have all the kids in the world to stop bullying each other.

MILLER
Maybe not all of them, but possibly a few.

PORTER
We'll take care of it as soon as possible.

PETERS
That's not good enough.

MILLER
Ebony!

PETERS
No, Daisy, you have got to tell him what the fuck is going on here.

PORTER
What?

MILLER
I don't know if I can.

PETERS
It's all right, Daisy, he'll understand. At least, I hope.

PORTER
Understand what? What's going on?

Beat.

MILLER
I haven't been truly honest to you. We don't really have concerns about all the students. They're mostly about my son.

PORTER
Jay?

MILLER
Yes.

PORTER
Mrs. Miller, Jay has been a very good student throughout the year. No trouble has ever come from him.

MILLER
Yes, I know.

PORTER
Has he done anything that we don't know about?

Beat.

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Since 1996, I have been attending Knott's Halloween Haunt as a customer.

But this year, my siblings and I are thinking of going to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Hollywood. This will be my first year going there.

So, I just want want to know. Is Halloween Horror Nights as good as Knotts Scary Farm? Is it better?

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All this bullying towards an innocent 14 year-old girl, who did nothing but sing a couple of bad songs, should stop right now! It's just fucking pointless! Seriously, she was forced out of school because of stupid shit like that.

Look, I have an idea. Why don't you just take your hatred towards Rebecca Black and shift it towards someone who actually deserves to be hated, like Casey Anthony! She's just been named "The Most Hated Person in America" recently. I figure that would make tons of sense.

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At 8/10/11 06:49 PM, Snuff wrote: That's completely pathetic. There's no valid reason to bully her, she didn't write the song, and didn't intend to become so famous.

It's a shame this has happened to her, she doesn't deserve it at all.

I agree with you. To make, all the fucking shit everyone's been saying about her just doesn't make any since at all.

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I saw a booth of this at an Anime Expo a few months ago and I really want to buy it soooooooo bad.

Too bad I can't afford it right now.

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Has anyone seen the cartoon HappyHarry made about this on Youtube? That was pretty funny.

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At 7/18/11 07:51 AM, TrantaLocked wrote: Any one know that R* began production on GTA IV RIGHT AFTER San Andreas was finished? 3 years to put out a game, and no one knew about it for the bulk of that time.

They're bringing out another one. Godammit straight to Hell! Godammit Jesus Christ on banana toast!

The fourth one was just too complicated already.

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What is it about zombie games? There are more zombie games out than the GTA series.

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At 8/6/11 03:45 AM, POTaTOS wrote: Every ending in the AC series.

Are you referring to the Assassin's Creed series? That is an awesome series.

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I'm surprised nobody mentioned Titanic.

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A few years ago, I took toilet paper and wrapped my feet with them because I forgot to put on some socks.

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I would just take out my Chuck Norris in a Can, add water, and then just let him do his thing.

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At 8/5/11 04:26 PM, dj9547 wrote:

At 8/5/11 06:22 AM, sammartin wrote:

That's what got her the oscar, I heard.

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At 8/6/11 12:42 AM, Asperchu wrote: WHEN THE DEMONS WERE REAL AND ADAM HAD TO KILL THEM.

Which movie is that from?

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Can you believe it?

The singer who recorded the famous song, "At last", is still alive. I seriously thought she was dead because that song is really old and is a real classic.

I wonder what she might look like right now.

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I would have to say the torture scene in Audition. "Shivers"

There's a scene in Ichi the Killer, where a guy is being hung by his skin and his torturer (I don't know his name) pours extremely hot oil he fried shrimp in.

There's also a scene in Imprint, where a girl has needles stuck in under her fingernails and all over her body and then hung by her foot because she was accused of stealing from her boss.

And, then, there's all the death scenes in Pelts.

There's also that leg-shaving scene in Cabin Fever.

Oh, and there's the head-being-blown-off-by-a-shotgun scene in Maniac.

That's all I can think of right now. I'll think of more later.