I know it's over.

[dinks]

If only my crack addict pop hadn't sold my sorry ass to his NAMBLA supporting paedo buddies who forced me to commit every sickening sex act that I still can't talk about & then beat me savagely to within an inch of my life & threw me out of their truck in the middle of nowhere until i was found by two men who unfortunately for me both turned out to be kiddie fiddlers too and proceeded to interfere with me until they'd satisfied their unnatural desires whereupon they attempted to strangle me but were disturbed by a gang of bikers who upon seeing the paedo's throttling me stopped their bikes & enquired as to what the hell was going on but the paedo's said they'd found me like this & were merely attempting to revive me but the bikers knew they were lying so they stabbed them to death & threw them down a ravine but my troubles weren't over yet cos the bikers all turned out to be attracted to young boys too & I was taken again & again, or repeatedly if you like, until I blacked out through sheer exhaustion.

By some stroke of fortune I was found by the roadside barely alive & this time not by NAMBLA supporting paedophiles.

I spent many years after this in a Mental Hospital for the Seriously f***ed-Up, until, after years of shock therapy , castration & a frontal lobotomy, I was released into the care of my hideously bloated & quite staggeringly ugly mommy who feeds me on sour old breast milk & old potato peelings.

If it wasn't for Leave it to Beaver, featuring Hugh Beaumont as Ward Cleaver, I don't think I'd want to live at all.

Ward Cleaver reminds me of someone, but I just can't put my finger on it.

My life's shit.

 

[freeyourself]

> If only my crack addict pop hadn't sold my sorry ass to his NAMBLA
> supporting paedo buddies who forced me to commit every sickening sex act
> that I still can't talk about & then beat me savagely to within an
> inch of my life & threw me out of their truck in the middle of nowhere
> until i was found by two men who unfortunately for me both turned out to
> be kiddie fiddlers too and proceeded to interfere with me until they'd
> satisfied their unnatural desires whereupon they attempted to strangle me
> but were disturbed by a gang of bikers who upon seeing the paedo's
> throttling me stopped their bikes & enquired as to what the hell was
> going on but the paedo's said they'd found me like this & were merely
> attempting to revive me but the bikers knew they were lying so they
> stabbed them to death & threw them down a ravine but my troubles
> weren't over yet cos the bikers all turned out to be attracted to young
> boys too & I was taken again & again, or repeatedly if you like,
> until I blacked out through sheer exhaustion.

> By some stroke of fortune I was found by the roadside barely alive &
> this time not by NAMBLA supporting paedophiles.

> I spent many years after this in a Mental Hospital for the Seriously
> f***ed-Up, until, after years of shock therapy , castration & a
> frontal lobotomy, I was released into the care of my hideously bloated
> & quite staggeringly ugly mommy who feeds me on sour old breast milk
> & old potato peelings.

> If it wasn't for Leave it to Beaver, featuring Hugh Beaumont as Ward
> Cleaver, I don't think I'd want to live at all.

> Ward Cleaver reminds me of someone, but I just can't put my finger on it.

> My life's shit.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Glad you know it turd breath.

 

[a big nose who knows]

> If only my crack addict pop hadn't sold my sorry ass to his NAMBLA
> supporting paedo buddies who forced me to commit every sickening sex act
> that I still can't talk about & then beat me savagely to within an
> inch of my life & threw me out of their truck in the middle of nowhere
> until i was found by two men who unfortunately for me both turned out to
> be kiddie fiddlers too and proceeded to interfere with me until they'd
> satisfied their unnatural desires whereupon they attempted to strangle me
> but were disturbed by a gang of bikers who upon seeing the paedo's
> throttling me stopped their bikes & enquired as to what the hell was
> going on but the paedo's said they'd found me like this & were merely
> attempting to revive me but the bikers knew they were lying so they
> stabbed them to death & threw them down a ravine but my troubles
> weren't over yet cos the bikers all turned out to be attracted to young
> boys too & I was taken again & again, or repeatedly if you like,
> until I blacked out through sheer exhaustion.

> By some stroke of fortune I was found by the roadside barely alive &
> this time not by NAMBLA supporting paedophiles.

> I spent many years after this in a Mental Hospital for the Seriously
> f***ed-Up, until, after years of shock therapy , castration & a
> frontal lobotomy, I was released into the care of my hideously bloated
> & quite staggeringly ugly mommy who feeds me on sour old breast milk
> & old potato peelings.

> If it wasn't for Leave it to Beaver, featuring Hugh Beaumont as Ward
> Cleaver, I don't think I'd want to live at all.

> Ward Cleaver reminds me of someone, but I just can't put my finger on it.

> My life's shit.

LOL this post has your fingerprints all over it freeyourself so does the one further down that says "why am i a piece of garbage".
you seem to have it in for that dinks guy, but i agree, he should shut up about ward cleaver, it's just not funny.