angela - thanks for the inspiration =)
This is to janet and juliet or whatever.
Get a life.
Ok. He made racist comments. I hate racists too. Seriously. I would hit him if I saw him just on principle.
But you all have no damn life to crack his password and compile his posts and shit. And then send them to PSC. Maliciously.
Again, get a life.
Perhaps what you need is sex. Rather than jerking yourself off at home with a jug of peanut butter and wrapping yourself with used bandages you stole from the local hospital and thinking how good it feels.
And when the novelty wears off YOU HACK INTO SOMEONE’S PRIVATE BLOG AND REPORT HIM.
Tool.
How would you like it if someone broke into your house and exposed to the world your peanut butter and bandage fantasies.
Fuck off. Tards.
Im sorry readers I have to continue.
If you have kids, you re probably doing this cuz your kids were born as retarded as you.
Struggled to pass math? Failed physics? Couldn’t read a piece of demanding literature if his life depended on it? Sex depraved just like you? Oh. Maybe he/she is 18 but still doesn’t know what sex is.
“mummy! I cant understand why does 1+1=2.”
“its ok daughter. We’d have fun with the peanut butter. Look which flavour I picked up today”
fuck off. And it doesn’t matter whether you do have kids. Take this statement as normative.
I wonder. Do fucked up people know they are fucked up?
when people like janet or juliet play around with peanut butter or maliciously report others do they think to themselves
"oh gee. this is pretty weird. normal people wouldnt do this. i must be really fucked up"
I feel insecure just writing this post. This intrusion of privacy has been completely uncalled for and the reaction to it grossly disproportionate. Singapore should incorporate the ECHR.
and no, i am not a scholar. and if you want to sue me in libel, fuck off.
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since ma darling jiajia loves posting lyrics, i thought i might jump on the bandwagon.
rather quixotic song to me, but it teaches you to look at the other side of the coin. i kinda like it
BOY NAMED SUE – Johnny Cash
My daddy left home when I was three,
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me...
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.
Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk.
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town, and my throat was dry.
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down, but, to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men,
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!
Get a life.
Ok. He made racist comments. I hate racists too. Seriously. I would hit him if I saw him just on principle.
But you all have no damn life to crack his password and compile his posts and shit. And then send them to PSC. Maliciously.
Again, get a life.
Perhaps what you need is sex. Rather than jerking yourself off at home with a jug of peanut butter and wrapping yourself with used bandages you stole from the local hospital and thinking how good it feels.
And when the novelty wears off YOU HACK INTO SOMEONE’S PRIVATE BLOG AND REPORT HIM.
Tool.
How would you like it if someone broke into your house and exposed to the world your peanut butter and bandage fantasies.
Fuck off. Tards.
Im sorry readers I have to continue.
If you have kids, you re probably doing this cuz your kids were born as retarded as you.
Struggled to pass math? Failed physics? Couldn’t read a piece of demanding literature if his life depended on it? Sex depraved just like you? Oh. Maybe he/she is 18 but still doesn’t know what sex is.
“mummy! I cant understand why does 1+1=2.”
“its ok daughter. We’d have fun with the peanut butter. Look which flavour I picked up today”
fuck off. And it doesn’t matter whether you do have kids. Take this statement as normative.
I wonder. Do fucked up people know they are fucked up?
when people like janet or juliet play around with peanut butter or maliciously report others do they think to themselves
"oh gee. this is pretty weird. normal people wouldnt do this. i must be really fucked up"
I feel insecure just writing this post. This intrusion of privacy has been completely uncalled for and the reaction to it grossly disproportionate. Singapore should incorporate the ECHR.
and no, i am not a scholar. and if you want to sue me in libel, fuck off.
---------------------------------------------
since ma darling jiajia loves posting lyrics, i thought i might jump on the bandwagon.
rather quixotic song to me, but it teaches you to look at the other side of the coin. i kinda like it
BOY NAMED SUE – Johnny Cash
My daddy left home when I was three,
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me...
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.
Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk.
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town, and my throat was dry.
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down, but, to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men,
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!
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