Why is everyone turning Zelaron into fucking Govteen?? The parallels are so strikingly disturbing. It starts off with mantralord spreading his language of the penis, then with some girl who has issues (theres a shock) and finds ways to turn threads into gay sex conversations. To complete the ensemble, people are writing their own autobiographies for nobody to read. One person spilling randomly is O.K., but when everyone begins to post about how their cat died in 1994, I begin to not give a flying fuck. Keep it to yourself unless it has some drastic relation with a thread that (hopefully) doesn't invole razors or carbon monoxide poisoning.
To summarize: Your lives are worthless. Stop telling us about them. We all have lives too. (Hopefully)
Ahh fuck off. No one makes you go into every thread, let alone post in them all. That is your choice. Any person here should be able to post whatever they want (within reason of course). Get the fuck over yourself. No one cares what you think, or how you feel. I don't want to hear you consistent whining. Just shut-up for once. Take your own advice.
a lot of people here DO NOT have lives here, certain people can write 23 page post and people like me, who has a lot of time in there hands, would actually read them :-(
I can?? I thought Chruser put collars with small remote detonated bombs attached to them around our necks that could go off with the push of a button if we tried to leave.
*Smacks Forehead*
Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds. That, is when the world will end.
Why is everyone turning Zelaron into fucking Govteen?? The parallels are so strikingly disturbing. It starts off with mantralord spreading his language of the penis, then with some girl who has issues (theres a shock) and finds ways to turn threads into gay sex conversations. To complete the ensemble, people are writing their own autobiographies for nobody to read. One person spilling randomly is O.K., but when everyone begins to post about how their cat died in 1994, I begin to not give a flying fuck. Keep it to yourself unless it has some drastic relation with a thread that (hopefully) doesn't invole razors or carbon monoxide poisoning.
To summarize: Your lives are worthless. Stop telling us about them. We all have lives too. (Hopefully)
My cat died in 2001.
Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away... We'll be lost before the dawn...
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