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At 10/24/06 08:53 PM, Seasons wrote: Stephen king's IT

they all float down here

That is a fucking fantastic movie.

A hell-hole, and people whose head-meats don't work entirely properly, but I love everyone here.

Much <3 to everyone.

You've probably already done this, but pull off the scratchplate, and where the jack-in socket is, there will be a little strip of metal bent to fit your lead.

If this dosen't touch the lead properly, it won't connect, or it will crackle like mad. You just have to bend it slightly so it touches.

Or, maybe your lead has a broken wire.

Attack his non-functioning head meat. Do it. DO IT!!!

>:O

They are all good.

Except for Superman 64... *shudder*

GOOD.

I feel happy. You people with your well functioning head-meats...

I try to do all that, but I can't seem to keep eye contact much.

Oh well.

The coolest slide. Evah.

He looks like a good actor, but he dosen't fit the Bond "one suave son-of-a-bitch" catagory too well.

Still, I'll see the flick.

Here is the link.

May be called "NSFW", as it has a mortuary photo (pretty brutal), but if you scroll down the page, it will be there.

Then, check out the pic below it.

I laughed.

Oh, my dears, being ambidextrous is much better.

Not as good as one hand through your chest, though... >:(

Bob + Tiff: Ep. 1

Or even Ep. 4.

Done.

At 10/23/06 07:14 AM, ZenOfAnger wrote: Sweet, but people wouldn't get the joke over here in UK, thats subway right?

Yeah. It's a parody of "Subway: Eat Fresh",

And yes. I said "bugle". I mean the instrument.

I am in my underpants. And there is a bugle in my underpants. My undies are the closest thing you'll get to a pocket right now.

Dude, you're lucky. My friends' uncle died after he smashed into a phone pole doing 40 ks.

Be thankful.

Very thankful.

Heheheh. I like it.

A lot.

I don't do Hallowe'en, BUT, if I did, I would go as Hunter S. Thompson.

Because I'm like that.

A link to the greatness.

Ok, so you won't like it much it much if zombies aren't your thing, or you're a dick. Hey, I don't care.

I have ordered myself one. After I shat myself.

And no, I won't tell you the coolest one. Ner.

Heh. I just remembered, one time when I was having toast (with Vegemite) I accidently put Bonox, which has the exact same jar, except is says "Bonox" instead of "Vegemite", and the yellow is slighty darker.

Believe it or not, it tasted like crap.

Bonox is a beef stock, by the way.

I can no longer have my beautiful, beutiful Vegemite once I travel... *sob*

I gots ta have my Vegemite fix, maaan...

At 10/22/06 03:12 AM, TommyTheMachineGunn wrote: Binky was being naughty

Very, very naughty.

At 10/21/06 03:18 AM, Gooch wrote: BRILLIANT!

LMAO.
Oh, Gooch, you can make boy laugh.

At 10/11/06 08:33 PM, 23450 wrote:

by natural causes or...not

Good things come to those who wait...

I'm going to buy Bully, whether Mr. Jack wants me to or not.

George woke up. It was completely dark. He couldn't see anything, but his arms were aching.

An old TV flickered on in the corner.

Hello, George. My name is not important. What is important to you is your life. I'm here to laugh at you. To your left is a torch. You must make your way through the room. The walls are covered in razor wire. In the middle of the room is a rotating pole, it has spikes protuding out. The spikes are covered in razor wire. The torch will last 10 seconds. In three minutes, the lights will be on. But don't wait, the walls are moving in. Oh, and the key to the door in the bottom of a well. Goodbye.

George grabbed the torch, and filcked it on. The room was about 5 metres wide, and about 30 metres long. A long grinding sound was ringing in his head. Then the walls lurched forward an inch. George took off, running as fast as his could. Then a noise:
CHUKACHUKACHUKA!

The razor wire covered, spikey pole came down from the ceiling. It covered 2.5 metres on each side. He ran to the right side. His clothes caught on the rotating spikes. He was flung around to the left side. His face was snagged on the razor wire, and the spikes slashed his back to ribbons. The telly came on.

Hahahahah. You are dead. Thank you, George, you have amused me.

It took George ten minutes to die.

Feh.

I laughed so hard I coughed up stomach juice.

At 10/21/06 08:06 PM, M-to-the-C wrote: If you actully aren't lieing the holy shit you pretty strong or I'm overthinking it. But I wouldn't have told your mom and hit him in the face. I would've waited till he went to sleep and got a baseball bat and beat him in his sleep till he can't hold a spoon with out shaking like a leaf. Also your parents got back together good for you mine wont.

Well, I'm not exactly strong, but I'm weak, either. I can hit hard when I need to.

At 10/21/06 08:07 PM, EDK wrote: Hmm... a happy ending to a violent story.

OMG YAY!

It's crazy with those events with "X" though. But I'm glad to see you got through it.

Thanks, I'm glad too. I couldn't put up with his bullshit for much longer.

At 10/21/06 08:08 PM, ShitAllOverTheWalls wrote: That has to be one of the most rarest things I've ever seen.

Yeah, I was amazed when it happened. I thought it was a joke when I first heard it.

At 10/21/06 08:12 PM, HeartbreakHoldout wrote: You should've got a knife and stabbed X in the face as he slept. Nice happy ending though, I hope your parents stay together this time.

For some reason I can't stab sleeping things. I think it has something to do with my moral beliefs. And yes, I hope my parents stay together this time.

At 10/21/06 08:02 PM, SchoolRocks wrote: I really didn't appreaciate the violent refrences and bad language.

Sick...

I warned you, didn't I?

At 10/21/06 07:53 PM, Scotttheskaterr wrote: I hope your not lying.

No lies.

***Please excuse the language***

It all started out when I got GTA: San Andreas. I only got GTA: SA about a month ago. When I turned it on, my ex-step dad (who I'll call X) was sitting down, drinking coffee. It came to the scene where CJ gets off the plane, and goes home. X looked up at the telly, and grimaced slightly. Then comes the part where they're at the funeral, and X gets out of his chair, and turns of the telly.
"Why did you do that for?" I ask him.
"Because, the game is fucking disgusting, with swearing, and violence. How dare anyone talk like that!"
"Yeah, yeah." I said, and left the room.

I was used to the treatment I got from X, he always cared too much for me. But I always thought he was just an over-loving parent. So I thought nothing of it.

Next day is Monday. I go to school as normal, and come home as normal. Normally, I would get a lift from the train station, but I decided I would walk home. So I walk home, and check the mail on the way in. There's 3 letters. Two bills, and a letter for X. It didn't have anything written on the front, apart from X's name, and my adress.

Later when X got home, I told him about the letter. He snatched out of my hand, and walked to his bedroom. About a minute later, I hear
"MUTHERFUCKER!"
X races out of the bedroom, grabs my hair, and drags me outside, into his shed.

By this time I'm pissing my pants.

He throws me into an old chair, whips off his belt, and whacks around the head with it.
"What the fuck?!!" I yell. "Why the fuck are you doing this?"
"You dirty fucking son of a BITCH!" You read my letter, didn't you??" X is spitting his words at me.
"No!" I yell at him. "I didn't!"
"So why the FUCK is it opened?" He yells back.
"I dunno... maybe the post office opened it--" He cuts me short.
"Don't give me that crap! I know it was you, you thieving, son of a fucking slut."

Now, I'm raging, because he called my mother a slut.

I punch him straight in the face. I caught him by surprise, and he falls to the ground. I beat the absolute shit through him.

But X was a big man, and he flipped my over, and pinned me to the ground. He back-handed me, again and again, and again. My face is bleeding, and my whole body aching.

Finally, he stood up, and said in the calmest voice:
"Never, ever, open my mail again."
He walked out, and left he lying on the ground in the shed.

My mother was out on a business trip, and wouldn't be home for a week. I was left alone with X for 3 more days before my ma got home.

In the meantime, X was extremly calm. He went to sleep at like 8 o'clock that night, and slept like the dead. I wanted to find that letter. So I went to the bin, and looked in there. Nowhere to be seen. So I went outside, and looked in the other bin. It was there! I opened it up, and I read it.

It turned out he was chetaing on my mother, and was going to a 'sex-party' tomorrow.

I left him alone for the rest of the 3 days.

When my mother got home, I told her the letter. She started fuming. I left her to be.

X got home, and was attacked my my ma with a leather belt, one of X's. He then smacked her, and ran off, yelling:
"You fucking bitch! I fucking kill you, you BITCH!"

I haven't seen him since. My mum is no longer married to X.

About 3 days ago my actual dad called and said he was sorry about the time he made a complete and total ass of himself at an engagement party about 3 months ago. The reason my mum and my dad got divorced was because of something he said to my mum's sister.
"Live and forget." Said my mum to me when I asked her why she was getting back together with my dad.

So, my life is now wierd. My original dad back, (who I really like.) and my mum happy for the first time in 3 months.

Now it's all off my chest.