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stop fagging up the whole damn place.

(12:46:02 AM) jmac: hey

(12:46:03 AM) jmac: hey

(12:46:03 AM) jmac: hey

(12:46:18 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: who the **** r u

(12:46:31 AM) jmac: a reliable source told me you're gay

(12:47:06 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: well with a name like jmac i would think the same about urself

(12:47:17 AM) jmac: look

(12:47:21 AM) jmac: it's 2006

(12:47:30 AM) jmac: you don't have to be ashamed

(12:47:50 AM) jmac: gays have rights now too

(12:48:21 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: do u think ur funny or something?

(12:48:25 AM) jmac: no

(12:48:29 AM) jmac: im just saying

(12:48:37 AM) jmac: dont do this to yourself

(12:48:53 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: yeah ur a dick u obviously know im not gay so **** off

(12:48:58 AM) jmac: holding your feelings inside will eat you up from the inside

(12:49:13 AM) jmac: your life will end up in shambles

(12:49:18 AM) jmac: you'll end up

(12:49:21 AM) jmac: ...

(12:49:31 AM) jmac: sitting behind a dumpster

(12:49:40 AM) jmac: giving handjobs for a fix

(12:49:54 AM) jmac: RELEASE YOUR EMOTIONS

(12:50:02 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: ur ****ed up up beyond ur moms pussy

(12:50:04 AM) jmac: OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES

(12:50:11 AM) jmac: im a test tube baby

(12:50:11 AM) cheez's wannabe gay lover: Unable to send message: Not logged in

 

 

olololol

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well i have a story to tell.

 

one time i was driving along on the interstate, going into...THE CITY. aka chicago.

 

and then these gangstaz slam into the side of my car and pull me out. they're holding me at gunpoint and sh!t and then like out of nowhere this pigeon comes and just starts crapping all over them.

 

so they're shielding their eyes and i take the opportunity to run. on the way, i check inside their car and see tons of drugs. TONS of them.

 

i take the drugs and get back in my now-decimated vehicle, thinking "eh what the hell i'll sell them to someone at my skool l8er". yes i spelled the words like that during my thought process.

 

then the popo pull me over as i'm going down bryn mawr and i'm like dayyyyumm nukka and then they're like "you know your taillights are out" and i just said "no shytte dawg" and they were like "do we look like we give a fvck because we dont" so then i drove off and went home and then the local popo pull me over. and then they're like you have drugs and i was like well duh and then they took the drugs and sent me to jail.

 

well eventually i got someone to post my bail and then we stole the money back later through a long con and now i'm on the lam and wanted in 69 states.

 

what can i say, i have a crazy life.

 

that's why i spend time here in rd. takes my mind of the stress.

 

just thought i'd share with yall. :D <3

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This is MY story ...

 

I woke up and realized that life still continues. That squirrels havn't taken over the world. That I still have to attend that boring art class. That I didn't go lucid. That I'm still too skinny and short. That my cat is still dead. Then I go '...meh...' and life continued. And then I went to bed and everything that was written happens all over again when I wake up.

 

THE END!

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Now this is the story all about how

My life got flipped, turned upside down

And Id like to take a minute just sit right there

Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

 

In west philadelfia born and raised

On the playground where I spent most of my days

Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool

And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys said were up in no good

Started making trouble in my neighbourhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

 

I begged and pleaded with her the other day

But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way

She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket

I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

 

First class, yo this is bad,

Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass

Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,

Hmm this might be alright!

 

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the

Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

 

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later

Looked at my kingdom I was finally there

To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

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Here's a little story I wrote... It's called 'Avery's crack!fic about her interest!'

 

There once was a miss named Venetta. She had blue braids and is a superheroooooo!!! she can type in as much CAPSLOCKS! as she wants and her boyfriend has pimp wolverine hair, sweet cooking skillz, and wolverine claws that sprout from his fist and stab crackhead weatherladies with buck teeth and ginormous asses. They live in a city where people are always dying and angst poetry is being published by demonic emo children who blast their crappy Panic! at the Disco music. Venetta kills all the emo kids, and the land is ruled by Queen Ruth and King Nathanal, with the Princes Nate and David and Princess Claire.

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