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| Originally posted by Dmatrox its not nice to say shit about peoples moms. |
nope.. only child
EDIT: Arbiter, stop talkin like an choch bag, or i'll drive a UPS van up your pee hole
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| Originally posted by D-res EDIT: Arbiter, stop talkin like an choch bag, or i'll drive a UPS van up your pee hole |
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| Originally posted by D-res nope.. only child EDIT: Arbiter, stop talkin like an choch bag, or i'll drive a UPS van up your pee hole |
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| Originally posted by d0uble h3lix yea arbiter's an angry lil' guy for some reason...the asshole gimmick's getting old real quick, unfortunately it isnt to him. |
*knocks out UPS guy and steals his truck*
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| Originally posted by D-res *knocks out UPS guy and steals his truck* |
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| Originally posted by D-res *knocks out UPS guy and steals his truck* |

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| Originally posted by Arbiter How cute. Is that your favorite toy? |
Sorry for your current situation man, but at least you are old enough to understand that sometimes things just dont work out. I really wish you well in understanding and getting through this..
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| Originally posted by D-res Is it just me or does Arbiter remind you of Spec? what a funkin pusscheddar. im tired of your shit d00d. im going to slowly insert every package in the back of the UPS van up your dick and then the van will be driven up your ass.... god you're a douche |
FUNNY SHIT
there there...... break it up
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| Originally posted by Arbiter You're about the saddest excuse for an e-thug I've ever seen. Shove packages up someone's dick? What the fuck is that supposed to be? I think your crack whore mom hit the pipe a few too many times while she was carrying you and it fucked up your head because not only are you a dumbass crybaby pussy, you're a goddamn pervert too. |
at least arbiter's parents love him
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| Originally posted by TweeK Dont worry man, same thing happen to me when i was 15 yrs old.And look at me now i turn out normal.....or did I? |
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| Originally posted by D-res eat a fat cock d00d. you are such an ass. its not about being a pussy. i think you're confused. you're so sickened with your own fuckin life that you have to hate on people on the damn internet for no reason. i was simply sharing something and you all bust in with retarded little comments. if i knew you, i would kick your ass... |
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| Originally posted by nrjizer Hey, at least you were old enough to understand it. Happened to me when I was 4. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter You posted someting. I gave my thoughts on it. Then you got your panties in a bunch because you didn't like what I had to say. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter It's probably your fault. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter No problem. If your mother needs some extra cash after the divorce, you should remind her that prostitution is always an option. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter What are you, his mom? It's time for him to shed his Pampers and stop being such a crybaby. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter Well maybe if his mom was less of a whore I wouldn't be inclined to. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter Uh oh, it looks like somebody needs a change of diapers. |
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| Originally posted by Arbiter How cute. Is that your favorite toy? |
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| Originally posted by D-res i didnt really care until you started calling my mom a whore. you dont fuckin know me. keep your comments to yourself if you're gonna be an asshole about it... dont talk to me about my little fantasies and shit. you say i cant insult someone? what the fuck was that entire post... |
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| Originally posted by D-res if i knew you, i would kick your ass... |
My biological parents divorced when I was 2. I don't even remember thinking about it much as I grew up - it was just one of those things I thought was natural with people, I guess.
My dad married again when I was about 7 years old. They lived quite happily for many years, and even birthed the creature known as my step-sister. When I was a Junior in High School, Kari (my step-mother) came to school and asked that I be pulled out of my AP mock exam so she could talk to me. She basically explained to me that they were getting a divorce and that I knew this even before my father did. That really fucked the rest of my day.
My father had just sat down to lunch with a large group of friends when the waitress approached him with a large envelope. He opened the envelope, immediately saw the bold words at the top of the page that read 'dissolution of marriage' and promptly called Kari to leave a very confused but benine message on her cell-phone; something to the tune of "I don't quite know what happened here, I'm a bit confused right now so we need to talk." He then went home.
Little did he know that she had filed for a restraining order on him and had expected him to thrash the house in anger. I told her earlier that day that I would take the chance and go home on my own instead of have her drive me somewhere - I trust my father, after all. I did not come home to an angry man - I came home to a man with sullen eyes whose only care was that my sister and I would be ok during this. I broke the news to him that he wasn't allowed in the house because of the restraining order - he didn't read the fine print. We prompty packed our bags and headed to my Uncle's household, but it was too late. Kari called the police because she had evidence that he had entered the household (violation of restrainign order) and had attempted to contact her (violation of restraining order). My dad spent 3 nights in jail because of that and was sentenced to 2 years of probation.
The day she served him divorce papers was the day of their 10th anniversary and absolutely NOBODY saw it coming.
Be glad both of your parents seem to have come to an agreement, kiddo. That was not a happy time for my "family" 
Somehow, though, you just send it all below. You swallow what life has to give and you move on, boats against the current.
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| Originally posted by Arbiter Well your mom sounds like a whore to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I really don't give a shit. From the sound of it, you seem to be pretty insecure on that issue yourself. Are you sure who your father is? In case you didn't realize it, when you insult someone you're supposed to write something that makes them look bad. The only people who you're making look bad are your parents and yourself. |
i'm not a genius, but i did stay at a holiday inn, so heres my advice:
drink heavily
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| Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On My biological parents divorced when I was 2. I don't even remember thinking about it much as I grew up - it was just one of those things I thought was natural with people, I guess. My dad married again when I was about 7 years old. They lived quite happily for many years, and even birthed the creature known as my step-sister. When I was a Junior in High School, Kari (my step-mother) came to school and asked that I be pulled out of my AP mock exam so she could talk to me. She basically explained to me that they were getting a divorce and that I knew this even before my father did. That really fucked the rest of my day. My father had just sat down to lunch with a large group of friends when the waitress approached him with a large envelope. He opened the envelope, immediately saw the bold words at the top of the page that read 'dissolution of marriage' and promptly called Kari to leave a very confused but benine message on her cell-phone; something to the tune of "I don't quite know what happened here, I'm a bit confused right now so we need to talk." He then went home. Little did he know that she had filed for a restraining order on him and had expected him to thrash the house in anger. I told her earlier that day that I would take the chance and go home on my own instead of have her drive me somewhere - I trust my father, after all. I did not come home to an angry man - I came home to a man with sullen eyes whose only care was that my sister and I would be ok during this. I broke the news to him that he wasn't allowed in the house because of the restraining order - he didn't read the fine print. We prompty packed our bags and headed to my Uncle's household, but it was too late. Kari called the police because she had evidence that he had entered the household (violation of restrainign order) and had attempted to contact her (violation of restraining order). My dad spent 3 nights in jail because of that and was sentenced to 2 years of probation. The day she served him divorce papers was the day of their 10th anniversary and absolutely NOBODY saw it coming. Be glad both of your parents seem to have come to an agreement, kiddo. That was not a happy time for my "family" ![]() Somehow, though, you just send it all below. You swallow what life has to give and you move on, boats against the current. |
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