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That's a lot of questions. But here goes: My favorite NHB barred posters from the past is Leena. My favorite and least favorite gimmick posters are Metal Ed, for favorite. I knew people like that for real, and it busted me up. I mean, everyone knew it was Kinetic, but it was still funny. I also really love Frank Nabbit, and his multiply banned identities. The fact that Mole posted a thread about his dead mother, and Frank got the first response with "*unzips pants*" slays me. I'm really very sorry that I said that, Mole, if you read this, and I understand your grief, but just doing the absolute worst thing imaginable is really funny to me. Hell, Ashley Blue asked me if I was really a Nazi, for that reason. In fact, "Ashley Blue asked me if I was a Nazi." is the most absurd statement I can think of, yet is true, so I will make that my new motto. For least favorite, I didn't like ABOBO. I mean, I really did like ABOBO, but they pretty much outright stole the joke from me, so I am bitter. I stole it from Seanbaby, though, so I guess it's full circle. Eddie Winslow was cool, but didn't acknowledge that I rocked his face when I started posting (under my own account) as Bill Cosby, and in fact begged me to stop doing it. Princess Leena should be unbanned, because I really and truly like her. Ok, so I posted our cyber transcripts at the secret board, and then somebody from there posted them here when I gave out my password. I really didn't want that to happen. She should be honored, because the reason I was posting them was because I was proud. Everybody likes Leena, and I was like, "Look guys. I did what everybody wished they could, but didn't." She is totally awesome and I have nothing bad to say about her. I don't know, really, who Smues is, but he probably doesn't like you because you suck. I like you, though. I take back every bad thing I said about you. Lesson: Kissing my ass really works!
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See, there's a whole other world out there which certain people just never see. I never see the absolute worst of it, either. And I never see the happy Christmas morning walking the dog hi honey shit either. I'm sort of the bridge between both worlds.
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I don't know what I have, but it's not potential. Like I keep telling people, fucking a 13 year old just isn't that big a deal there. I was only 18. There was a guy I knew there who was 19 and openly dating a girl who was 12. Just a one off fuck like I did, trust me, nobody would care. I even halfway suspect I knocked her up, and still nothing happened. That's mostly what I mean with "all that came from that". I was dating another girl at the time, and the 13 year old in question was the sister of her best friend. And I said to her one time "Man, his sister sure is a slut.", and she was like "Oh, she's all talk. I bet she's a virgin." And I was like "Yeah... maybe." And she ended up getting sent away a couple months later for reasons that were never quite clear, and I always suspected a pregnancy. Cause protection? Nigga please. I gave her a chance to get off me, but she tried to jerk me off into her face, and it just wasn't happening, so she said "Just cum in me, I don't care." Neither did I, sadly, but I did regain enough composure afterwards to hold a pair of scissors to her throat and threaten to kill her if I ever heard from her again. I also told her I was so sickened by her that she must pay for the honor of my allowing her to fuck me. In drugs. She did, she went out and got me speed. I don't know why people latch onto fucking a 13 year old as some crazy thing. I didn't even know she was 13 until I was already fucking her. I know three different girls who lost their virginity at 13 to a 19 year old guy, and the girl I fucked was no virgin. I fucked a 12 year old too, but I was 14 at the time, so it's not so bad. I don't put much thought into these things. But I think Sensei likes me, so he should have whatever he wants.
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GnR are a fairly reliable act recently.
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I don't follow sports.
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Uh, pretty much yes. I have a thousand more stories on that level, but that's bad dude. It's fucking sick.
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Sell it on ebay. That's a really good one. Me fucking the 13 year old and all that came from that was pretty bad. But I will try to give you an original one. Fourth plateau DXM is the real answer, with me crawling around and writing on the walls "This is not real." "This will end." But here's a story: This girl I used to know named Shelley ("on the pole upside down... is she for real?!?" yeah that was her) one time came over to my house, and I was fucking her, and her little brother knocked on my door, and said "Look at this!" and it was a picture of their mother's boyfriend's dick. Their mom, PS, was smoking hot. If you look up MILF in the dictionary it would be her picture. And I said, "That's pretty good Michael, but let me see it." and I crumpled it up and ate it. I was pretty bad on drugs then. And then I sort of fell out of the doorway and fell asleep in the hall, and Shelley came out (both of us, through this whole thing, clad in underwear, btw) and was like "Go home Michael! David is tired and I need to help him." and Michael went home, and Shelley basically fucked me back to life. Yeah, she really went after my dick, while I was passed out in the hallway, and her brother had just left. And then I said "Shit... let's go see if Amanda wants to join in." That apartment complex was full of sluts, you see. And we did, and while somebody was theoretically supposed to be babysitting someone's little siblings, we left them in the living room watching Casper while we ruined ourselves in my room. That was pretty awful. That night, my mom went to see Scream, btw. That's the atrocity of small town Florida.
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You shitting me? Lincoln was a 6' 4" wrestler, Hitler was a vegetarian painter. That's like Mike Tyson vs Fred Savage. Learn the art of not caring. The extent of it is "Aw, poor doggy. Oh, he's ok. Bye." The guy? He doesn't enter into it at all. I mean, if it was me, I'd start berating him back and saying that I hate dogs and worship Satan and whatever. But that's just for shock value. I think best response here is not even looking at him, getting up, and moving on. If you didn't kill or permanently cripple the dog, you are free here to do any fucking thing you want. 1. That I am a good writer. This period was the dregs of my drug and alcohol addiction, I was getting wasted every single night. I'd drag myself to class in the morning (and my writing class was at 8AM), barely coherant, and still got an A+ in every single thing I did there. Then I'd go to my next class, math, and failed it, in fact missing every single question on the final. Say what you will, I can write if I want to. 2. That I really needed to slow down. I'd call my mom and be like "Can... can you come and drive me home? Yeah, I don't think I'm in good shape." And then spontaneously vomit in her car. I don't think I ever did vomit in her car, I once did into a cardboard box she had in the backseat, which we left in the middle of the road, but we'd have to pull over three or four times on the way home sometimes for me to puke in a parking lot. I was really out of control by that point. 3. People (especially girls) are stupid. Writing is one thing, because what the person who hands the paper to you is like has no bearing on the paper, but the fact that I could still hook up with girls despite the fact that I was a completely fucked up addict made me lose a lot respect for women in general. I know I shouldn't blame all of them for those few, and I try to avoid it. But there it is.
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I don't have the slightest idea what a Skypager is. So no.
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Are you asking that about yourself? I like you pbone. It's just too much, too soon. I can get away with blitz posting because I'm a known commodity. I've done everything here from prove that the Bible was literally true (with many long, detailed, long posts... long) to show pictures of myself inserting a toy buzzsaw into my urethra. Even if people think it's too much, or don't care about me, they know I'm an ok guy. There's no reason to actively dislike me. With you... who knows?
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Does that bother you? I'm very honest about my flaws. I mean, it's not like I'm going Incandenza on you. I'm trying to be nice to you.
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I will hopefully be at 60% income (it raises by tens, I'm at 40% now), hopefully in a better apartment (this one is fine, but if I have more money, why not), probably still in this area. I also seriously hope that I have a girlfriend, because hookups have became hollow and depressing, and I am really a very lonely man.
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Jesus, floyd, you asked me how sex was in other countries. You beg for it, and then say you're sick of it? You are a pussy. If you don't like the in-your-face Milky, you can just stay out of the folder. I am just Dave everywhere else.
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I'm not, though! Just yesterday I said the words "I desperately want to be in a relationship, and couldn't care less if I never had sex again." That was in response to the part you edited out.
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Out of all the things to doubt, you pick that? It was in Kentucky. It's not that big a deal there. And nobody found out. And it was years ago. And if they did find out, they wouldn't care. You are very naive.
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That's like going up to Pavarotti and saying "Teach me to sing like you."
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With Milky you don't get what you expect... you get what you deserve.
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I'm in there right now and you're not there. You really do suck.
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I went in there and there was nobody there. That's not very enticing...
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Sure it is. Picture Porky Pig raping Elmer Fudd. In fact... that is what I see when I close my eyes.
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The board was found likely through searching for various wrestling things. I don't remember exactly, but it's not an exciting story. I read for a while before I joined, and then I sort of posted my opinions about things without getting noticed, although a handful of people did notice me, I got occasional comments like "Oh yeah, you're that guy from the movies folder. You always say good stuff." The beginning of my true career was a thread in the (I believe at the time it was called) Porn folder about naming your fetishes or something, and Banky and I went back and forth saying the craziest shit we could think of. Banky was already an established poster, and he took a liking to me after that, and that was my cred. It sort of grew from there. There used to be this poster here named Kinetic, and he was very similar to Incandenza. Really, they weren't that similar at all, they just both talked about indie music a lot, and I think they may have switched accounts a couple times because people associated them. (Actually, back then Kotz was considered part of that group and he's really different, I don't know what people were thinking) But anyway, one time Kinetic posted a picture of himself saying either "Matt is a cunt" or "Incandenza is a cunt", I can't remember which name he used. And I said "I'm a bigger cunt than him, I should have that." so I started a thread where I asked someone to do that for me. tekcop responded, but he, for whatever reason, wrote "has" instead of "is".
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When I noticed it sucked, I said to myself that something had to be done. pbone didn't have the years of experience I do.
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Hey hey hey. Nobody's going to stop caring about me. I may shift from Milky to Dave again, but I'm still a human being god dammit. Thanks a lot for pointing it out, you worthless piece of shit. "Milky is oversaturating himself", that's a fucking rebellious thing to say. I hope your mother gets raped by a black guy.
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Money for tattoos. I've already told everyone who gives me gifts that's all I want for any holiday.
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So speaking of Ducktales, I'm going to be doing some open mics pretty soon. I was thinking of doing one where I just scream the lyrics of the Ducktales theme song. I've got somebody willing to occasionally record some of my antics, and there is an upcoming book (the one Rando is writing). So a youtube channel, and hopefully starting my own web site dedicated to my philosophy and views on life will be forthcoming. That's my current projects. I've named my cult, as well, I call it The Eye. You can read why in my recent myspace blog entitled "Nerdcore". myspace.com/nocareever Thanks for coming out!