I couldn't even listen all the way through the first time. I almost cried. But now it's starting to grow on me... I was even singing it on my walk tonight
This thread is fucking gold.
Oh, on topic:
1. Testicles are lopsided to help with the cooling and sperm production. The varying sizes should be something to address, assuming it's a serious claim.
2. Everyone - literally everyone - knows that boobs are different sizes.
3. Take it to GOD, fags.
I would spread the cloths under your feet: but I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I like lots of bad music . How to fix?
It doesn't matter if it's bad if YOU like it. lol. I listen to a very WIDE variety of music. From Blood on the Dance Floor to 10 years, Dixie Chicks to Exsision, Eminem to I am Ghost...I'm listening to The Black Eyed Peas right now. lol. And trust me: BOTDF SUCKS. I like it though... so fuck other people and their ideas of "good" music.
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It wouldn't work, so it's ok, I'm actually liking where is this thread going, it was an experiment
And yeah, maybe a group would be nice, but I don't feel like taking the lead there... maybe some other time.
I know I was cynical about the idea before, but now I genuinely need advice.
As some of you might know, I've been having a lot of financial difficulties lately. About a month ago I decided to rob and murder my elderly landlady. She was a horrible, greedy old bitch, and everybody hated her, so I figured I wasn't really doing anything that wrong. I spent about a week preparing and planning the murder. I distracted her with a gift-wrapped wooden block, and while she was trying to untie the ribbon I killed her with a hatchet, which I had concealed under my coat. She never saw it coming. Unfortunately, I was interrupted by her simple, but good-natured sister. I panicked and killed her too. It was horrible.
I ended up giving all the money away to the family of a passing acquaintance. It made me sick to look at it. I can't deal with the guilt and shame of it all. The police finished their investigation saying there are no suspects, but the lead detective knows that I did it. He keeps making excuses to visit me and drop hints. My sister, who I love more than anyone in the world, would be appalled if she knew what I've done. What should I do?