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Mod Breakdown:
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Karma Level:
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+ 3
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1 year ago (1/10/09) |
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Last signed in:
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3 months ago |
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Total time online:
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0d 14h 25m |
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Received:
51% Funny
18% Ditto
9% Zing!
15% Lame
3% Noob
3% Flamebait
| Given:
30% Ditto
30% Funny
23% Cool
7% Zing!
4% WTF
2% Lame
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23 year-old male from South Berwick, ME
About what?... Oh right that guy. Well were not really on speaking terms right now but I'll gives it a try. Hi I'm Sean and I'm a 21 year old, wait no, second try... I'm a 22 year old dude and tall as hell. I work in a deli at a store whose name ryhmes with Dannaford. I live in an appartment with my roomate El Dumpo... I mean Mike. We spend most of our days plotting to kill one another in ironic ways, like so, Mike-in the kitchen-three ring binder...write that shit down. Oh, and red vs blue is all awsome in ways that make my pants wet... with...stuff.... maybe I should erase that... fuck it I've come to far. furthermore oops ou |
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Kinda creepy iff you ask me...
So... ya my roomate hasn't spoken to me in about two days now... and it's kinda creeping me out. I mean I know he's upset that he doesn't have a job right now, but moping around and being an anti social dickhole won't help either. It's like he's waiting for someone to come over and say "excuse me are you a lazy depressing cynical asshole, yes? Than do I have a job for you!". I know the economy sucks right now and people have it rough but at least there making an honest effort to be employed.
I get it things are tough but you can't just let life get to you that much, if thats the one message I can get to people in the world of internets then I will die happy. I know he's dealing with a lot of shit but if you just let it pile on and don't do anything about it (or for example lie in bed and feel sorry for yourself) it's gonna completely destroy you. Speaking of dying that brings me back to the reason I wrote this, my roomates creepy silent treatment is kinda got me paranoid... If I happen to mysteriously die in the next few days... well.... that probably means one of a few things. First my roomate finally snapped and brought me in on a murder suicide (yay, happy thoughts). Second he read this and my death was justified (which is why I'm typing it on this random myspace wannabe website (HIGH FIVE!). Or third I died from a unrealted incident involving... I don't know... pigeons....whatever. Hopefully this will help put two and two together, or at least make me feel better by bitching him out on the internet where he can't see it.
Me, I'ma gonna sleep with a loaded shotgun for a few weeks... you know what fuck that sleep part.
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Wrestling
A group for fans of professional wrestling.
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Grif For President!
Are you lazy? Do you undermind all authority? Do you hate ass kissers? Do you not give a fuck? Then join us and have Grif for president!
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