This is freaking hilarious.
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Goliath Uterus
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I personally don't think he did. The mafucka was weird and fucked up in the head, but I don't think he'd do some shit like that, cause he honestly seemed like a good dude.
I felt bad for the guy though, everything he's been though. The whole vitiligo, and then the nose jobs.
I think he was just missing a childhood though.
The whole thing with my Dad is probably way I got so pissed whenever Macca called me a pedo back in the Prison days, eventually though it didn't bother me anymore and I learned to make a joke of it.
I think he was just missing a childhood though.
The whole thing with my Dad is probably way I got so pissed whenever Macca called me a pedo back in the Prison days, eventually though it didn't bother me anymore and I learned to make a joke of it.
DirtyJosé
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Wow... If you have a problem with this kid I will personally haunt your fuckin dreams
Sully for president!
Anyways, now that I have the whole story, you can understand the way my Grandma feels about my mother, and why she keeps wanting to put guilt into her. With her putting the words in my mouth of what to say to her.
She didn't want me talking to her without her there to see what she says, let alone that the last time we did talk, she told me she was pregnant. And now she's married. I think I'll pick a time whenever she's calm, or sitting down.
She didn't want me talking to her without her there to see what she says, let alone that the last time we did talk, she told me she was pregnant. And now she's married. I think I'll pick a time whenever she's calm, or sitting down.
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Sully can you add the whole story together in one post please
He wants you to type a bit slower. you're typing to fast for him to understand.
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SPARKY!!
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My response is the same as when Duke Nukem fails at a game of pool: What the fuck?
When people ask where my Dad is, I always tell them that he's in Vegas, working as a contractor during the day, and playing poker at night. Seems like it'd be his dream. If you read the synopsis and read the part about Poker, he plays online poker a lot, that is pretty much his career. Probably the only thing I think he can beat me in, but once the time comes along, I'm kicking his ass in Madden.
I still don't think I have a rough life though. I don't get beaten or neglected, or abused like some children actually do. I'm in a good home and under a roof. I get feed well. I think what's happened to my father is unfair, but it's not the worst thing that could happen. He's still alive, unlike a lot of kids. Some kids don't have a mom or Dad. At least I have a chance at getting my Dad back.
If he does end up serving his full sentence, I'll be 27. He'd be in his mid 50s. I think he's around 37-39 now. Hang on, let me ask my Grandma how old it is. Haha, I don't even know how old he is, he's 38. He'd be 56 when he gets out, although I'm hoping that's not the case, I'm hoping he gets out within the next year or two...although we've been saying he'd get out within the next year or two for the last 5 years. If he serves his sentence all the way up to the 48 years, he'd be 81. Eighty fucking one.
There has been a few positive things coming out of this whole situation though. My Dad was a smoker, he smoked cigerattes a good bit. He used to smoke in High School, then he quit. But then he smoked again when he met my mother. My mother is a smoker as well. But the first prisons he went to didn't allow smoking, and he was forced to quit again.
The place he's in now allows it, but he doesn't have to smoke anymore. He's also been working out and running there too. He's really turned his life around. My Dad mentioned in his synopsis how the little witch laughed after she read her letters. Yeah the court had everyone involved right letters. She wrote a letter, Rita and Bob wrote letters (Bob cried whenever he read his letter...fucking asshole), My mother's sister said that my father was always miserable in her letter...she saw my father not more than two fucking times her entire life...and one of them was when I was born.
The Judge never read my letter. She read all the letters on their side. How fucked up is that? And my Dad mentioned in his synopsis that after she read the letter, she walked away laughing. My mother told my Grandmother and Aunts a year after the trial, that Rita and Bob wanted to go out for Ice cream after the trial. My Mom didn't think that was appropriate, so they went without her. Who goes out to celebrate for Ice Cream after ruining a man's life?
Rita and Bob have that child so brainwashed. Whenever I had to live there in 3rd grade (She was 14 at the time), I'd come home from school and find her sitting on Rita's lap, watching baby shows. I can't even remember the show, it was something from the PBS channel.
I wasn't at my Dad's trial, but my cousin said when they were leaving the courthouse, she was holding Rita's hand walking down the street. She was 15 at that time. I even think that Bob himself molested her, and convinced her someway that it was my Dad. There is something wrong with that child, and even though she is messed up, I still blame her for everything she's done. She's not completely ******ed, and she knows she was lying during at least some point of the whole thing.
But like I said before, if my Dad ends up getting hurt in that Prison, I will walk to Rita and Bob's little log cabin house, and I'll kill both of them. That is how much hate they have drove into me. I'd either kill them, or I'd go into a deep depression. I'm always the type of person that doesn't want to hurt anybody. I don't like fighting, and I don't like killing.
Yet it's funny that I'm a WWE fan. I also don't like hurting animals, but yet I can't fucking stand those assholes over at PETA. When it comes to my personality, I think I have a very interesting one at that, but I suppose everybody has an interesting personality. Honestly though, I think I'm way more intelligent then the people in my school. It's like those people have no common sense, they just talk without thinking. Me, I'm always thinking about everything.
Was it this thread that I said I played those little imagination games with my head? I also like to pretend that I'm a secret agent or a cop, or like a Michael Weston sorta spy during the school day. Of course I don't ever show it, but in my head when I'm walking down the hall way or opening my locker, it think that way.
When I was in Elementary School, I did the same thing, except it was a Harry Potter type of thing instead of a Spy, and my pencil was my Wand. I remember when my teacher taught us Photosynthesis, I turned it into a spell. I am a very odd person. The weirdness doesn't stop there, I think I have OCD too. I'm not diagnosed, but it's pretty blatant. It's not that bad, it's only a little bit of OCD, but it still fucks me a lot.
I also hate paper, it really depends on the paper. But the really dry paper, I hate the way it feels on my skin, or how I'm writing and it brushes up against the side of my hand. Especially after I've just taken a shower, and everything on my body is so dry, I can feel that. I remember one time after Gym, we were swimming. I just got changed and was heading up to Drama class, and my Drama teacher asked me to pass out some papers. I think I died a little inside, I still did it with a smile, but oh was that torture.
One thing I hate is drugs though. I don't like the kids in my school who smoke pot or do other stupid shit. They look like such idiots, goofing off in class, gaging their ears. But yet I don't hate the people who smoke pot either, like SSC. SSC is one of the coolest motherfuckers I know, he's not an idiot. Maybe it's just because the kids in my school are teenagers.
They all wear their skinny jeans, and their beanie hats. They have moccasins, and their ****** ass tapout T-shirts, and their monster hates with the tags on, with their huge gaged ears. I have to sit next to one of those little punks in Homeroom, it kills my mood everyday. I barely talk in Homeroom, I just lay my head down and sleep, but I can't sleep because his annoying ass is yapping in my ear.
One day the little shit said something like "Do you think this gage looks infected?" and I said "I think it makes you look like a ******." Then he said something like "I'm going to kick your ass" and I laughed and said okay, and then went back to sleep. He's friends with another kid like that named Joe, Joe McManus. Although I call him Joe McAnus. When I called him that one time, he informed me that one of these days I'm going to get my ass kicked, once again I laughed.
Except being that I'm going into my Sophomore year, that means the Seniors are no longer there. The same Seniors that protected my ass from that shit. I think I'll be fine, but it was always nice having that little bit of protection. That never really helped me out too much, they pretty much told people to back off. Nothing that nobody will try to take advantage of once they're gone. Plus I think I can handle myself.
I still don't think I have a rough life though. I don't get beaten or neglected, or abused like some children actually do. I'm in a good home and under a roof. I get feed well. I think what's happened to my father is unfair, but it's not the worst thing that could happen. He's still alive, unlike a lot of kids. Some kids don't have a mom or Dad. At least I have a chance at getting my Dad back.
If he does end up serving his full sentence, I'll be 27. He'd be in his mid 50s. I think he's around 37-39 now. Hang on, let me ask my Grandma how old it is. Haha, I don't even know how old he is, he's 38. He'd be 56 when he gets out, although I'm hoping that's not the case, I'm hoping he gets out within the next year or two...although we've been saying he'd get out within the next year or two for the last 5 years. If he serves his sentence all the way up to the 48 years, he'd be 81. Eighty fucking one.
There has been a few positive things coming out of this whole situation though. My Dad was a smoker, he smoked cigerattes a good bit. He used to smoke in High School, then he quit. But then he smoked again when he met my mother. My mother is a smoker as well. But the first prisons he went to didn't allow smoking, and he was forced to quit again.
The place he's in now allows it, but he doesn't have to smoke anymore. He's also been working out and running there too. He's really turned his life around. My Dad mentioned in his synopsis how the little witch laughed after she read her letters. Yeah the court had everyone involved right letters. She wrote a letter, Rita and Bob wrote letters (Bob cried whenever he read his letter...fucking asshole), My mother's sister said that my father was always miserable in her letter...she saw my father not more than two fucking times her entire life...and one of them was when I was born.
The Judge never read my letter. She read all the letters on their side. How fucked up is that? And my Dad mentioned in his synopsis that after she read the letter, she walked away laughing. My mother told my Grandmother and Aunts a year after the trial, that Rita and Bob wanted to go out for Ice cream after the trial. My Mom didn't think that was appropriate, so they went without her. Who goes out to celebrate for Ice Cream after ruining a man's life?
Rita and Bob have that child so brainwashed. Whenever I had to live there in 3rd grade (She was 14 at the time), I'd come home from school and find her sitting on Rita's lap, watching baby shows. I can't even remember the show, it was something from the PBS channel.
I wasn't at my Dad's trial, but my cousin said when they were leaving the courthouse, she was holding Rita's hand walking down the street. She was 15 at that time. I even think that Bob himself molested her, and convinced her someway that it was my Dad. There is something wrong with that child, and even though she is messed up, I still blame her for everything she's done. She's not completely ******ed, and she knows she was lying during at least some point of the whole thing.
But like I said before, if my Dad ends up getting hurt in that Prison, I will walk to Rita and Bob's little log cabin house, and I'll kill both of them. That is how much hate they have drove into me. I'd either kill them, or I'd go into a deep depression. I'm always the type of person that doesn't want to hurt anybody. I don't like fighting, and I don't like killing.
Yet it's funny that I'm a WWE fan. I also don't like hurting animals, but yet I can't fucking stand those assholes over at PETA. When it comes to my personality, I think I have a very interesting one at that, but I suppose everybody has an interesting personality. Honestly though, I think I'm way more intelligent then the people in my school. It's like those people have no common sense, they just talk without thinking. Me, I'm always thinking about everything.
Was it this thread that I said I played those little imagination games with my head? I also like to pretend that I'm a secret agent or a cop, or like a Michael Weston sorta spy during the school day. Of course I don't ever show it, but in my head when I'm walking down the hall way or opening my locker, it think that way.
When I was in Elementary School, I did the same thing, except it was a Harry Potter type of thing instead of a Spy, and my pencil was my Wand. I remember when my teacher taught us Photosynthesis, I turned it into a spell. I am a very odd person. The weirdness doesn't stop there, I think I have OCD too. I'm not diagnosed, but it's pretty blatant. It's not that bad, it's only a little bit of OCD, but it still fucks me a lot.
I also hate paper, it really depends on the paper. But the really dry paper, I hate the way it feels on my skin, or how I'm writing and it brushes up against the side of my hand. Especially after I've just taken a shower, and everything on my body is so dry, I can feel that. I remember one time after Gym, we were swimming. I just got changed and was heading up to Drama class, and my Drama teacher asked me to pass out some papers. I think I died a little inside, I still did it with a smile, but oh was that torture.
One thing I hate is drugs though. I don't like the kids in my school who smoke pot or do other stupid shit. They look like such idiots, goofing off in class, gaging their ears. But yet I don't hate the people who smoke pot either, like SSC. SSC is one of the coolest motherfuckers I know, he's not an idiot. Maybe it's just because the kids in my school are teenagers.
They all wear their skinny jeans, and their beanie hats. They have moccasins, and their ****** ass tapout T-shirts, and their monster hates with the tags on, with their huge gaged ears. I have to sit next to one of those little punks in Homeroom, it kills my mood everyday. I barely talk in Homeroom, I just lay my head down and sleep, but I can't sleep because his annoying ass is yapping in my ear.
One day the little shit said something like "Do you think this gage looks infected?" and I said "I think it makes you look like a ******." Then he said something like "I'm going to kick your ass" and I laughed and said okay, and then went back to sleep. He's friends with another kid like that named Joe, Joe McManus. Although I call him Joe McAnus. When I called him that one time, he informed me that one of these days I'm going to get my ass kicked, once again I laughed.
Except being that I'm going into my Sophomore year, that means the Seniors are no longer there. The same Seniors that protected my ass from that shit. I think I'll be fine, but it was always nice having that little bit of protection. That never really helped me out too much, they pretty much told people to back off. Nothing that nobody will try to take advantage of once they're gone. Plus I think I can handle myself.
Haha.
I really don't know what I would do though if something happened to my father. Actually, I think what'd be worse is what my Uncle would do. I say I'd kill them, but I don't think I would if it really happened.
My Uncle though. My uncle is a ginger. You know Gingers when they get angry, they flip. Seriously though, my Uncle would probably beat Bob to death if something happened to my Dad.
I really don't know what I would do though if something happened to my father. Actually, I think what'd be worse is what my Uncle would do. I say I'd kill them, but I don't think I would if it really happened.
My Uncle though. My uncle is a ginger. You know Gingers when they get angry, they flip. Seriously though, my Uncle would probably beat Bob to death if something happened to my Dad.
I never got that impression from gingers. Harry always seemed much angrier than Ron.
