Uh... So somebody told me to install and play that game. World of Warcraft, I use to hate on people that played it, but I decided to see what all the hype was about. omfg.... for the last 2 days... I've probably played it for a good 18 hours.
fuck... and its on a private server... oh wells got my 80 DK in 7 hours.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Fuck you!
So, I arrive to my 4 hour analytical reading class.
I come in late bout 15 mins, so I lost my back seat, I had to sit in the middle next to this faggot bitch adjacent to my seat. Everything was cool, teacher passed out a stack of papers from person to person, this 0/19 looking skinnyfat pudgy face fat belly bitch, just stood there, instead of passing me those fucking papers reading it.... I was like " Are you going to pass me those papers or just keep wasting my time" She goes "uhhh HERE"
She was drinking a can of monster sip by sip like she was some sorta hotshot LOL! what I drunk those in like 4th grade lololool, anyways we was doing our response papers, 2 people behind me, 5/10 girl fat sonabitch mexicunt. he keeps trying to flirt with her making lame ass jokes, saying how he never used the word 'coogaran' nigger keeps on talking to this bitch, im trying to do my work yadda yadda. He left early, I get done with my work and walk out, hes outside waiting for the bitch. Im like " Waiting for your girlfriend?"
Him: "oh no, shes not my girlfriend"
me: "Then fucking quit talking to her like she is and stfu when im trying to do my work"
He says nothing
I walk away alpha as fuck.
Then at the gym... i encountered a gym hoe. with golden fucking cowboy boots.
Raged.
Lol yeaaaaaa.
I come in late bout 15 mins, so I lost my back seat, I had to sit in the middle next to this faggot bitch adjacent to my seat. Everything was cool, teacher passed out a stack of papers from person to person, this 0/19 looking skinnyfat pudgy face fat belly bitch, just stood there, instead of passing me those fucking papers reading it.... I was like " Are you going to pass me those papers or just keep wasting my time" She goes "uhhh HERE"
She was drinking a can of monster sip by sip like she was some sorta hotshot LOL! what I drunk those in like 4th grade lololool, anyways we was doing our response papers, 2 people behind me, 5/10 girl fat sonabitch mexicunt. he keeps trying to flirt with her making lame ass jokes, saying how he never used the word 'coogaran' nigger keeps on talking to this bitch, im trying to do my work yadda yadda. He left early, I get done with my work and walk out, hes outside waiting for the bitch. Im like " Waiting for your girlfriend?"
Him: "oh no, shes not my girlfriend"
me: "Then fucking quit talking to her like she is and stfu when im trying to do my work"
He says nothing
I walk away alpha as fuck.
Then at the gym... i encountered a gym hoe. with golden fucking cowboy boots.
Raged.
Lol yeaaaaaa.
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Holders
I always liked these creepy stories.
Heres vol.2 of a series of like 500 lol
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped succesfully.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together.
Heres vol.2 of a series of like 500 lol
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped succesfully.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together.
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