I jumped to 14th place.

.mika lol

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And I made the declaration of independence.

SPOILER TAGS OFF, JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS!

The only thing I give a shit about Idolmaster is the assload of fanarts + doujins. Other than that, all attempts to give a damn about the game has failed.

PROTIP: real men play shootan gaems.

This post has been edited by Hangmen: Sep 2 2009, 05:07 AM

12 years old, dude.



I don't trust those who can't put their guns on.

Putting your guns on isn't necessarily about experience, YOU SEE?

OTOKO NO TAMASHII

13 has a unique taste.

RINGO! MOGURE! BEAM! RINGO! MOGURE! BEAM!



Bure, Rumba, and finally this. Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei OP songs are infectiously addictive.

Spaghetti alfredo w/ some pan-fried codfish.

n~oroyn

My desk.


Donuts!


Figyas.

That's for my Wimax connection (ISP: Amax).

Alright my yout, mi and dis fine gyal decide we waan fi go park, we went pon swing, pon slide, and even have good time a bounce pon teeter-totter. Buoy, it fun mi tell yuh. Been long since we frolic ina park. We sit dung a ground fi have lunch, afta lunch she waan fi go home, so we went to her house fi watch movie and sinting. Mi tell you, the gyal mus be one freak, cause she jump pon my lap and start suck out mi face. After 5 minute the blood clot phone ring and mi answer. One rated man come yell ina mi ear, man was livid! Him say sumthing like 'YO STAR, A WEH YOU A DO WIT MI PICKEY?' Mi just give one sour look pon my girl face and ask a wuh dis man business? Gyal tell me her dad ded, him ina ground, ded, ded, ded. A WHO DI BUMBACLOT DEH PON MY PHONE?

Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little c*nts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it. Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the f*cking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little c*nt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “F*CK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! F*CK!”. By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid. Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Ma'am, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m F*CKING HIV POSITIVE.” And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just f*cked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the c*nt she is. I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob. I'm not really HIV Positive, but that little shit must've gotten in a f*ckheap of trouble.

14: don't ask, don't tell.

Spoiler-tagged due to forum busting size.

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