Ripper

Bah, the show is good now, people just want GENIOUS every week and call anything but crap. At least thats how I see it.

So...they walk in...they talk for a while...they leave. Then someone gives them $125,000 dollars. AND THEY'RE COMPLAINING???? The studo does absolutely nothing but pay them and make 10 times that.

o·ver·kill n. 1: Destructive nuclear capacity exceeding the amount needed to destroy an enemy. Excessive killing. 2:An excess of what is necessary or appropriate for a particular end.

Fuck that, I want the Simpsons to reach 20 years and then call it a day.

Are you still a heel? Normally when heels go away for long periods of time they come back as faces. Anyway, I talked to her about it today and she claimed that she was just trying to make me laugh, because she's never seen me laugh. She promised to stop...but just in case she pisses me off some more, give me some more ideas. If there was a better idea than mine(which involved swallowing of secretions) I ain't seen it. Ripper - Believes extra protein should be apart of a young womans diet.

Fox actually kept trying to pay them 30,000 a ep in 1998? The Simpsons were a cash COW for most of the 90's. Thats just bullshit.

All of the topics are relevant...just the people for and against them aren't who you would think.

But really...who yells PUSH before they push a button?

Everyone is just in awe of how manly Chuck is. Ripper - not gay but if he was....

~BRONZE!

Get on your cell and in the loud "whisper" voice say. "Yeah...Joey? Yeah, I'm at the movies...I'm not doing any jobs this week man, I just got the blood out of my trunk from last week. Fuck that man, you kill somebody this time, you always leave the shit to me....I don't give a SHIT what they are paying, I ain't killin anyone today...leave me the fuck alone....honestly you are pissing me off now dude...Goodbye...goooodddddbyyyee..." Then pretend to be a little pissed. Then in your nicest voice aske the talkers "Um, I'm sorry, could you keep it down JUST a little, I can't really hear the movie, thanks guys." also, a little nervous tick with your head will help. Ripper - Fake Hitman since 1993

Moses was the mofucking man

Don't talk to me Because no matter what you can say, I will only hear what I want...and it hurts. Every word you say...in my mind I have a answer, a rebuttal, a reason why you are wrong and why you should be with me...a speech that I have practiced over and over...peices of my very being broken off with every word. And I know your response. I have heard it over and over again. With my words I save you . I have saved you hundreds of times in hundreds of ways, but only with my words. Each time I was a little smarter, each word a little more romantic, and you would believe and I would save you...save you from a life of mediocity...save you from a life with him. But it never is real. You speak to me and...and the speech starts in my head like a trigger, but instead of the hundreads of outcomes that I have envisioned...I will just stand there. I will hear it in my head and feel the pain that comes with my dreams not coming to fuition. I made up the speech..my speech...to save you from pain...free my self of it...but now all it does is burn. Don't speak. Don't make me feel it ever again because I don't think I can take it..don't speak. Don't look at me. You see, in my fantasies you look at me and I can see a look of acceptance, love, attractions. the same passion that I have in my eyes for you . The same passion you have in you eyes at the mention of his name. I can see how you look at me...the disgust...the lack of caring...oh you lie and claim to see no fault in me, but don't...just don't lie to me. Don't corrupt my vision of your perfection with you dishonesty. I can see you wondering "how could anyone ever love HIM? I know I couldn't...could never love something so...so ugly." You know every bit of me...all my heart and all my soul, yet you never have looked at me with the same passion that you do with complete strangers. Don't look at me. Or look away. Or shut your eyes. Then maybe I can pretend that I am...what am I trying to say...adequate...Yeah..adequate enough for you. How an you be so shallow? How can a stranger affect you more in seconds than I have in all these years. Don't Look at me. your stares will only burn holes in my hears. Just the thought of knowing that you will never tell me the words...it kills me. And with one look in your eyes...one look and I can see you never will tell me. Tell me you Love me. Even though you don't mean it. Even though I know you could never truely mean it. i know that you might not be able to force yourself to. I know it is not true, but the words...those words...the ones where I can pretend all my dreams are true. I need them. They are my salvation. I can look past your passionless touch...your repulsed eyes...past your empty words. All I need are those 3 words. The ones where I can pretend to be a man. The kind of man that could make you happy. The can of man that you could reall...the kind of man that you deserve. I watch and listen as you freely tell others the words. SCUM that doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as me...I mean...us. You are so much better than them and so am I. Is the thought of me that horrible? Am I so ugly that the thought of me...just the thought of it...so horrible that for a moment you can't pretend to care. you can't give me one moment of joy? Can you ignore the truth...Ignore whats real? For Me? Please...Lie to me. Okay, this ISN"T about me. Everyone always thinks that. I wrote this about a guy who has a BIG crush on his friend and decides to write her a love letter to impress her. As you see, it started off with that cheesy love shit, badly written...that was ON PURPOSE. But as you read through the thing, you can see he goes from hopeless romantic, to obsessed to just plain psychotic with a humoungous ego. The only fault that he finds in the man that she loves is that he is supposedly better than. My goal was to make people feel sympathy for him at first until the end where they just plain wouldn't like the guy. I wrote it as a monoluge...a good audition piece that allows you to show a range of emotions. I like it.

This is long so I will split it in two parts, and will explain what it was about at the end. Lie to Me Tell me you love me Let them be the truest wprds you have ever spoken Let them be warm and from your heart and mind Let them form a bond never to be broken Let the survive the good, bad, happy and sad times. Look at me Let it be a look of acceptance of all of my faults my past present and future mess ups and mistakes let them be the eyes of joy..eyes that know I have taken to heart all you taught about Life, Love, Joy, and pain...and what making our love last will take. Talk to me Your eyes...um..Your eyes are like a picture, which we know speaks 1000 words. And your face can speak in volumes...wheter curled in fits of anger, jubilation, or when times are bleek. But your words will validate everything I think...or make my thoughts seem abusurb... I could wrong from the 1000 words or the volumes your face speaks. But nothing soothes my soul more than when you...well..when you speak. They also say that silence speaks volumes...but silence doesn't have the sweetest voice like..sweet like...um...nevermind...just.. Touch Me No..its not what you think. Not every touch is meant to be the spark of physical passion. I need you to touch me so that I know that you are there. So that I know I did not create you in my mind...some image of perfection that could never be real. You are too perfect for owrds. Too perfect for HIM. To perfect for even me. Did I create you in my mind? I need you to hold me when you are happy...in your moments of happines and sorrow...or just hold me because you can. Let it be more than a touch of physical attraction...touch me because you need to know that I am real. Hopefully I have treated you with so much love. So perfectly that you have to touch me to see if I am real. I have treated you too good to be true. To good to be...be...let it..... Let me stay in my dreams See I can ask for any or everything from you. To let this be true...to let that be so. But in reality I know that it isn't real. I never has been...never will be. But let me dream at least. Let me have those few seconds of confusion. Those few seconds where reality is suspended and I can truely beleve that I could ever be touched, looked upon, spoken to and loved the way I want. Let me...just let me... Let me be AWAKE I can't. I can't do it. They are dangerous you know? The dreams. That world where everything is how I want it. You making me happy and me making you feel everlasting joy. Its dangers and damaging because it make sreal life that much more to bear. Lonliness is hard enough without apparations of joy constantly reminding me of what life could be with you. How my life could be if you weren't so...so shallow. I can treat you better than him...I am so muchg better than him. Why can't you see that? It's the dreams that make me feel so much more alone. They make me feel like I have lost something that I have never had...you... Don't...don't touch me.. Do you think I am so pathetic that I need your touch despite your feelings...or lack of them...behind it? Well...I might be, but its too much. I'll just keep wanting it to be more than what it is...more than just a by chance happening and not the need to feel my flesh. I am flesh you know. Am I even flesh to you? Am I even a man or just comfort in skin for you. and opposing viewpoint in a warm body. Do I matter to you or am I just convienance with a soul? With each touch the moments of confusion grow longer and longer and I start to believe. I start to believe more and more that maybe there is a chance when we both forget the truth. But it will never happen. I will never be good enough in your eyes. How can I not be good enough for YOU.

WNBA has better shooting percentages, and higher assit to turnover ratios than their Male counter parts for all those saying the play sloppy ball. I like watching both sports just fine honestly. Heres what I don't get...in golf, what the fuck actually seperates the men from the women. I know in basketball, the ball is smaller and it is more physical and athletic. But its fucking golf. I know the men can probably have stronger initial drives, but how is the short game any more or less disportiontionate due to sex. I would think golf is one of those sports like paddle tennis or fooz ball....if you are good at it, it doesn't matter who or what you are playing, you're just good. What are the other factors that would make it seem that a female golfer isn't in league with the men?

I would just like to say that the title of this thread from the main page says Guns N' Roses off rock...which made me think they were all on crack or something. Just thought I would share the humor.

Toss on a CAW and I will be all over this game. Plus they can turn down the speed a LITTLE. I'm all for fast game play but shit. And the MILLION REVERSALS OF DOOM~!. Those were my only complaints about the first game. Ripper- Who could give a shit about story modes because they all become repetitive eventually.

No need to thank me, thank Tyler. With every post he makes, the truth comes to light just a little bit brighter on how corrupt the Bush Administration is. You know when I would feel if I entered Bizarro World, Mike? If I ever see a racist like you having a beer with a person of color... *enjoys beer with Mike* Nothing is going to get accomplished today, is it?

Heck, I might vote for him if he pulled that off. -=Mike If he started "rapping" in debates and managed to fuck Halle Berry, hell I KNOW I'd vote for him. Ripper, my Africian-American friend, I hate to do this but I feel like I must. I can appreciate how oppresed your race has been over the years, but is it really necessary to have such an exploiting Avatar? I'm sure this is nothing more than some sort of defensive mechanism that your people enact to fend off the countless effects of racism your group has faced every day for the last 400+ years. But remember, women have been objects of explotation even longer. So I guess what I'm trying to say is we need to respect each other and focus our aggressions on who's really responsible for all your troubles -- the Bush Administration, the WTO and the IMF. Oh, and Ronald Reagan, too... I see your point, but I just must pay tribute to the hotness of assless women with their ribs visable. I don't think that there is anything more attractive and I must share this with the world. At least i don't have some disgusting fat woman with a round ass in the avatar. UGH. The beauty that is there now is something that can bring together the races and sexs. Man, woman, black, white...we all can appreciate the "starving" look.

Put a UOM in each compartment she opens for her. Have her name on it so when she opens she thinks you left her a note. Then it says "You Owe Me one sloppy blowjob and you are required to swallow" or "You owe me one threeway with your hottest Bi-curious friend...and you must swallow" or "You owe Me one dinner you cooked yourself...and you are required to swallow"...you get the point. Have some sexual act that she never does in each compartment. Either you will be drowning in freaky sexual acts or she will stop touching shit. Win win.

I would pay money to hear him yell OKAYYYYYYEEEEEE~! out of nowhere and scare the crap of everyone. E-YEAH-UH!

I do. I need to know that Dames reads my post. Dames: You think I forgot about you "borrowing" my george Forman Grill, and if I have to go a few more weeks without a grill cheese Samich its going to be me and YOU BITCH~!. *knocks random things off of tables and leaves*

Heck, I might vote for him if he pulled that off. -=Mike If he started "rapping" in debates and managed to fuck Halle Berry, hell I KNOW I'd vote for him.

She really sounds like a ANGRY~! Alanis in songs like Heaven's a Lie.

Thats like having TOAO Wrestling Thread to discuss any and all information about wrestling.