jenn

cry for help? its a plea of boredom, and myg0t forums cannot deliver the antidote. there has been 1 person willing to participate in anything i have tried to do here (John)... every else has been a massive boring disappointment. all i have been trying to do is think of ways to alleviate my boredom. i have never met a forum with sooo many people void of anything to offer. off i go to the next one. maybe i'll finally find a place that has people with something to offer? :) adieu

not one person with an ounce of creativity. how despicably boring. well i think i just may take your advice and 'gtfo'. there really is nothing interesting enough to keep me here.

holy shit is this thread on fire?

mmmm there is a bit of bite to the snake after all. not much venom though.

this place is seriously boring most of the time. came here cos i figured there would be people to chat crap to. truth is no fucker starts any good threads. and no one contributed either. too scared of being unceremoniously shat on. :P

3. retorted the pathetic wrangly kid, stood, quavering infront of him. "What the fuck did you say to me you little prick?" The skinny fucker knew he was in too deep. Sweat dripped from him and his lip curled quivering. "Clarence!" The door behind the fat mans desk creaked open, and a huge black guy walked in, raised his revolver, and pulled the trigger.

So i am really bored. I want something to do/read... So i figure we see if there are any creative people here who want to put in some time. 1. Take the story where you want. make it as twisted as you want, or as flowery as you want. 2. Try and actually write something fucking decent, dont embarass yourself. 3. If you dont wanna write something, don't write anything. 4. use a spellchecker and some paragraphs, i know how retarded a lot of people are these days. 5. take the story wherever yu want. I'll start it off. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Tall white walls covered in dirt, and greasy finger prints. A single naked light bulb clung to an exposed wire, slithering away from the ceiling. Empty linoleum floors were painted with decades of grime, tears, sweat; the mutts of the dirt world. Cigarette butts covered candy wrappers and the candy coated floor reeked of lingering mold. The bald fat fuck sat there, congealing, black coffee in hand unlit fag hanging out of his greasy face. "Dammit!" A lighter appeared out of thin air, he flicked it alive, lit the stick and inhaled. "You came here again huh?" A swig, a drag, and resume. "So what is your sorry-ass pathetic excuse kid?"

shit i thought that was just a cocaine belly. can we call our kid 'gay'. i think it will be fun to yell out in supermarkets when he/she is 4 years old and drunk.

i disagree. its the WAY that wav said it that i like. you know, all camp sounding.

theres a large chance that i might actually kill myself today.

qft

this is awesome. great rage.

8/10 enjoyed that

3 people want it? this brings me immense pleasure. ... because thats more people raging servers.. obv.

this guy is making my boobs sore.