whoops my bad

he's a treasure here, in that he once got chased by a bunch of wrestling fans after promising them a bunch of money and everybody makes fun of him for everything

h&d is really funny to laugh w/

unlike mappy who's really funny to laugh at

You should message me if you don't have wacked out poo brains, wanna go to a gwar show (and get in the pit), youre down for spontaneous road trips to some deserted city, you know that smart phone you have actually makes you stupid... And you're not a totally boring jackass

[QUOTE=blockhead;18886374]Yeah he's great. If you don't take it seriously it's amusing. Nothing he says is even really that offensive or obnoxious to begin with. I never understood why people hate him.[/QUOTE]


I'm not offended by him and I definitely don't take him seriously, I just don't think he's funny is all.

he's so redundant

like, i get it, we're beta and he's get a bunch of friends over his shoulder laughing with him while he posts

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wore my Celts tshirt all day today..


paid off

poser

bwahahaha

u guys wouldnt beliieeeve tha hat i got

burned the fuck out of my mouth on a fry

[QUOTE=robertsona;18886492]u guys wouldnt beliieeeve tha hat i got[/QUOTE]

is it made out of a raccoon

been talking to some really quiet azn girl from okc

she's a huge project tbh

"huge project"

While the official origins of the Bahá'í faith are dated at the mid 19th century, the movement did not manifest as an entirely new doctrine. Its principles date back to Islam, and the religion could be said to have slowly fell together after a succession of expansions and schisms in the Islamic culture. Perhaps as a consequence of this refining process, the evolution of religion to fit its time and culture needs is a major theme of the faith.

The division of Muslims into the sects of Shi'ite and Sunni is known to many outside of the Islamic world, and represents one of the most important dividing lines in the Muslim culture. The Shi'ite branch, distinguished by their reverence for the direct descendents of Mohammad, would be the one to segment and progress to the foundation of Bahá'í faith.

In the early 19th century, many Muslims began to believe that the coming of a messiah, in accordance with prophecy, was within reach. In 1844, a young Persian merchant named Siyyid 'Ali-Muhammad publicly declared himself the Bab, an Arabic term for gate. He claimed not to be the messiah but the penultimate teacher who would usher in the era of the true savior.

Over the next five years, the Bab's proclamation earned him thousands of devoted followers. However, the call to an abolition of current religious and cultural values angered authorities. The state proclaimed Siyyid a dangerous heretic , and systematic massacres were carried out upon his community. In 1850 he was executed by a firing squad of some 750 Muslim soldiers.

Mírzá Ḥusayn-`Alí Núrí, born in Persia and allegedly of the lineage of Abraham, became a close and well-known follower of the Bab. He was an important guest at an 1848 conference he and the Bab chose to formally separate from Islamic law and establish itself as an autonomous school of spiritualism. It was at this meeting that he would also take on the name Bahá'u'lláh, or Glory to God. While the Bab was executed, Baha would undergo years of torture, exile and imprisonment, and it was during these years that he perfected his spiritual philosophy and accepted his role as the savior phrophesied by the Bab.

azn 8:59 pm
some guy sent me picture of himself in a really small pair if underpants
you sluts!

Brent 8:59 pm
cool

azn 8:59 pm
he looks good tho

my roommate and my friend are watching family guy

i am being as arrogant about it as possible

"Get on the fucking floor!" Charles yelled, brandishing the bomb in his hand.

"Just don't hurt anyone!" Ms. Benson shrieked back.

"Fuck you bitch!" He threw the explosive at her. It popped in a cloud of smoke and deadly shrapnel that shot off in random directions harmlessly. There was an awkward silence as he reached for another make-shift hand-grenade. He threw it to the same results. "God damnit! Get everybody out of here."

Eric, the other one in a trench coat, began rounding up the terrified students, Johnny included. "I'm gonna rape Jessica," he told Charlie.

"You're not raping anyone, you stupid jackass. Everybody out!"

As Charlie and Eric herded the students out into the hallway, Johnny got a brief glance at Charlie and swore he saw genuine stress in his eyes. Eric was wearing him out.


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Theresa sat on the porch with Johnny. She was wearing her black KoRn shirt with her blue and gray plaid school skirt. The mascara was dripping down her caramel skin with her tears. Johnny had his arm around her.

"I can't believe they killed Bobby," she sobbed. "He was like a brother to me." Johnny just sat there silently, holding her as close as he could. She was shaking.

While the TV news was at work trying to decide whether to blame rap music or video games for the shooting (they eventually settled on 80's industrial music,) Johnny was mad at the two pimple-faced kids who were actually responsible. As far as he was concerned, they had had no right to walk in there and kill all the popular people like that. They even killed Bobby. And without a trench coat full of home-made bombs no one would have fucked with Bobby. He was untouchable.

Johnny felt like he could have sat there caressing her for hours, but soon enough her boyfriend roared up in the driveway blaring hip-hop on his subwoofers.

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"Hey fuck you, four-eyes," Eric said, whipping Johnny across the face with the pistol. His glasses fell to the ground.

"Would you cut that out?" Charlie called from across the gym. He was laying a bunch of girls down on the ground.

"What year are you?" Eric asked him.

"Freshman," Johnny replied timidly.

"Fucking faggot. Get on the ground."

As Johnny lay down on his stomach, he heard the shots and looked over. Charles was shooting the girls in the back of the head one by one. Then, he was being lifted up by his long hair.

"Hey freshman," Eric said as he was pulling him along. "I'm gonna make you put your hand down one of the dead girls' pants." Johnny looked down and started crying.

Then, the final shot of the day rang out as Eric's forehead exploded, spilling blood and what might have been brain matter all over Johnny, who fell limp to the ground as the dead boy's grip loosened on him. Eddie fell awkwardly across him and began to spasm.

Gasping for breath, choking back dry heaves, Johnny made his way out of the slippery mess of blood and got to his feet. He broke into a run, but one misplaced step landing on the side of his foot threw his balance off, making him fall over sideways to a snapping sound that was presumably his ankle breaking. Undeterred, he threw his arms in front of him and clawed at the ground, wobbling to the exit door 15 feet away. As he scraped desperately along, one of the girls lying on the ground behind him ran past him and out the door. Another girl came up to him and helped him to his feet. When he got a chance to look over his shoulder, he realized why the hostages had broken free: Charlie was sitting on the ground hugging his knees and crying.

"Come on, let's go," the girl said to Johnny. She gave him a tug but he fell to his knees and began to curl up in a ball.

Charlie, huddled up a mere 10 feet away, stood up and picked up the gun he had dropped after killing his accomplice. "Fucking stop, you guys. Just stop," he sobbed. Johnny and the girl were momentarily frozen. Everyone else in the gym had escaped or was in the small pile of corpses nearby. "I'm fucking sorry!" He yelled, ambling over to one of the girls he had just shot through the back of her skull.

"Get up, please," He lay down next to the body and emraced it softly. "Get up. I never meant to hurt anybody." He pushed the hair out of her face, revealing a lifeless countenance with blood leaking casually out of the orifices. He picked up the gun and shoved the barrel down his throat. Just as Johnny and the girl got to the door, Charlie pulled the trigger to the hollow click of an empty chamber. He tossed the gun to the ground and started crying hysterically. It wasn't long before the police arrived.

what did i just read

who knows

its from a ten page novel fragment i wrote a year ago i just found the flash drive that has it

its a gold mine of overly sentimental observations and technical wordings like "a situation of somewhat explosive proportions "

deadly shrapnel shooting off harmlessly

as far as he was concerned they had absolutely no right to just walk into that shit and kill all the popular people like that

playing scrabble with my mom but shes destroying me

i will play scrabble with anyone, anytime

scrabble dope

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Going to bed. Goodnight rnm friends.

i could out-pretentious hnd anyday