wat....
no just no...

second year of college....still have her

fuck you internet i win....
<3

heya NG i write lyrics however i have no musical talent

i want HELP!!

im looking for someone skilled at making backing tracks and a vocalist for my lyrics a tall request i know but hopefully someone out there is interested in working with my lyrics

im pretty open as to what the song sounds like however some lyrics i may have a vision for but hey im just writing em you guys would be the experts at making music

all help greatly thanked

if your interested leave a post or inbox me ^^

heya NG i write lyrics however i have no musical talent

i want HELP!!

im looking for someone skilled at making backing tracks and a vocalist for my lyrics a tall request i know but hopefully someone out there is interested in working with my lyrics

im pretty open as to what the song sounds like however some lyrics i may have a vision for but hey im just writing em you guys would be the experts at making music

all help greatly thanked

if your interested leave a post or inbox me ^^

Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!!"

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit,
to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me...
I will always try to be Ugly.

I found this while online i feel it hold much power and is truely a fine toast to the few men out there with the passion and the respect to do what they know is right.

to whoever wrote this.
i salute you.
thanks.
also discuss are you one of these guys? whats ur opinion here?!

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

At 9/4/09 08:31 PM, Ghost1124 wrote: I just got the joke a minute after reading it.

YAY!!!! sucessfull post is sucessfull

At 9/4/09 08:27 PM, Kanaju wrote: I fucking lol'd. Good job, OP.

GTFO of here /b/!

>:(

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up.
She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself.
She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet.
Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10.
I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts.
I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead.
In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work.
He probably hasn't been sober any time in the last ten years, and he's only 22.
He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke.
Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing.
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

At 8/26/09 11:02 PM, Magik-Waffle wrote:

At 8/26/09 10:41 PM, thelittleemo wrote:

At 8/26/09 10:38 PM, infernocpf wrote: what is the saddest thing you have ever seen in:

-a film

Are you thinking of I Am Sam?

argh i remember that film that was sad....all he wanted was his daugther :(

At 8/26/09 10:38 PM, infernocpf wrote: what is the saddest thing you have ever seen in:

-a film

was from the film called "the fountin" was about a guy who lived to make sure his girl didn't die he lived 3 different lives (re-encarnation) but every single time she died and then you find out she has to die so that everyone else may live. poor guy.

-a video game

MGS1: sniper wolfs death....need i say more

- read in a book

the book "noughts and crosses" the lead charater dies without knowing if the girl he loves loves him...

-etc

this post is pretty sad too...lol

just wondering

what is the saddest thing you have ever seen in:

-a film
-a video game
- read in a book
-etc

just wondering

At 7/8/09 10:33 PM, bgraybr wrote: 12 views- 1 reply.

hmm...

108 views - 4 repies.

hmmmmm....

i don't get it.
after being on newgrounds for about 2 years i think and 4chan for the same amount of time i don't get why you two don't get along
infact deep down im sure there are a large number of /b/tards on this site anyway
whats the beef newgrounds
whats so bad about 4chan?

BLARGH MA FARG after much time me and her are now friends again i must admit i think think shes hot if i could of gone back most likey would of done something however very pleased i didn't

Now, I'm sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
Okay, here's the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit's teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming "SHIT! SHIT!." Now, my good friend, Tom we'll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN'T GET IT! FUCK!." By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
Here's the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, "Miss, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I'm... I'm FUCKING HIV POSITIVE."
And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn't defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.
I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.

what was ur opinion on it?

personaly i loved it i thought some of the powers could use some work like making the demon arm easier to control and throw people around but other then that its solid

will they make a 2nd one?

did it live up to the "top cow" comic its based on?

DISCUSS!

:D

also i want to do it for the money....to spend on crack......

i need crack money

personaly i have always been interested in this area of work however more so behind the camera then on camera but im sure i would go on film if the need ever came up

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/11/2 2/60minutes/main2205629.shtml

"there were something you could take after experiencing a painful or traumatic event that would permanently weaken your memory of what had just happened, would you take it? As correspondent Lesley Stahl first reported last fall, it's an idea that may not be so far off, and that has some critics alarmed, and some trauma victims filled with hope."

what do you think newgrounds

forgeting memories using a pill

good or bad
please discuss im curious on your opinions

BORDUM BUMP!

At 2/21/09 06:00 AM, cast wrote:

At 2/21/09 05:58 AM, Taxadox wrote:

At 2/21/09 05:54 AM, cast wrote: I would have fucked her, after I smelt her vagina.

You big pussy.

Must be gay right?

What he said

I'm a lesbian.

as Tax said!...."what He said"

i just don't know what i did

newgrounds i have a question to ask you! what would of you done in my place yesterday, i went to a mates party and i really like her. but she likes some dick at college. but while i was at her party we got drunk and....she came on to me. we made out and she grabbed my junk and rubbed and...i stopped her. cause i knew it was not me she wanted, it was him i could see it in her eyes. she looked at me after i said to stop and she just said "i know i live him, and i don't love you the same way you love me. but you want this and i want something."

we endded up doing nothing

what would you of done?

At 2/19/09 10:39 PM, phsychopath wrote:

At 2/19/09 07:37 PM, infernocpf wrote:

what should i do?!

PUT A BANANA IN YOUR EAR!!!

a banana in my ear?

At 2/19/09 04:59 PM, SilverDragonZ wrote: Is that a giant penis?

no thats the washington monument...or is it a tibute to bill clinton....O_O

At 2/19/09 07:47 PM, shadowslayer1313 wrote:
"i has problem" has nothing to do with dyslexia. AT ALL

oh thats lol speak..like i has cookie! or halp me!!

At 2/19/09 07:40 PM, thatoneguyfromDD wrote:

At 2/19/09 07:38 PM, Infinite-one wrote: Candy, for breakfast?

NO, REESE'S PUFFS CEREAL

son of a bitch.....THAT WAS MY LINE!

At 2/19/09 07:39 PM, UltimateAxl wrote:

At 2/19/09 07:37 PM, infernocpf wrote: i had reese's for breakfast...

This is your problem...

what should i do?!

Get better grammar skills.

dyslexia is a cnut

so you look like a girl.....one thing to say really

TITS OR GTFO

:D

hey newgrounds
your are my home away from home so meh. i have a problem (joy another jackass complaining on the internet) since the month of november i have been unable to cry. i know this may seem very small but for me its kinda big. i have tons of depressing things going on at the moment and i can't cry not a drop. i can get the tears to form in my eyes but i can't cry. im not sure whats wrong everytime i don't cry i feel sick. its like something crawling and eating away at me from inside and it goes deeper everytime.
i think the cause is something dark and evil thats happened to me
recently...
in november
on the 14th....
i had reese's for breakfast...

what should i do?!