fucking beagles.

nubblies.net

fuck you, fucking bitch, whoring the fucking world away, you can kiss my fucking ass as i run this cock sucker in the ground.
time to cauterize this bitch, and burn her stink'n wandering eyes into the fucking ground.
Rip those veins, tear the arteries, find that fucking black molted rot, and rip it out of your chest.
promises promises*, fucking commitments, im glad you finally decided to stop playing house, and get on with real life. First stop: my ass. dropped it like a load of guilt.
and you have yet to conceive the destruction your little hand caused. Your lying lips and deceiving eyes have thrown the cover over your demons and their talons are carrying me away.
The wind refuses to give up your scent and my tears have replaced my blood, in time i hope to drown. Choking and sputtering my way to a restless grave void of grace, and void of peace. but the waiting will be over yet. Cold dirt will comfort me, and make the hard rain a soft slumber. i may shiver, and i may never smile. but the dead arn't allowed to cry either.

[ August 21, 2004, 01:48 AM: Message edited by: blackbirdsjoy ]

I've been drunk 6 nights in a row.

I know I'm supposed to actually be drunk when I post here, but this story makes me giggle so I'm sharing it although I am now sober. Ahem.

Here's an email I wrote last night whilst bombed:

i'm so sorry for eveyghing... you know? god i'm sorry. I wsh I dindt' start all this, I feel horrible. a teolsutely horrible. i can't even type. i'm sorry that i'm writing you now, but hsi is a bad time to write you, because i am a little "indisposed" but i will call you later. i tried clo call you a little while ago and you didn't answer ut as soon as i wake up I will call you again. okay? i thought about you a lot tongiht. i told everytone aobut you. i'm so sorry. so so sorry. i have to sleep.

Only problem? I woke up today and realized instead of sending it to the person it was meant for, I'd accidentally emailed it to myself.

why.... WHY did i come home this weekend

oh i know why. *gets really pissed off*

but anyway, if i didn't fucking come home i could've gotten plastered with you. and dammit... i REALLY need to get plastered. and i go to ball state for god's sake... jesus.

oh.... so this wis what this wfeels wlike...... hell yeah...l fuck purdeue so fucking much godmaningt and girls, god i love girls but not whisky or v odka.... or natural ice, becuase it atastwes like fuckking shii t... light is allrioght.l, I'km more of a gan of the fhard shitr..;. what;s the fucks am I doing right nwo, for crying out loud...

[ October 11, 2004, 01:15 AM: Message edited by: victim ]

<edit>

I don't have saved what I wrote in this second post. It wasn't that interesting anyway, I typed it in essentially flawless English, and exclaimed, in examining my prior post, that I needed to get it together, because that's just crazy.

...though I honestly don't give a flying fuck what a good deal of you think, I reposted the above to respect the wishes of my inebriated self. He has feelings too, and he's usually a lot more vocal about it than I am (yet, an incredibly inept typist). So, out of respects to him, the Morrissey Miracle Walker, I have some bonus material that was pounded into a text file the same night:

fuck cufckkckf fukc iotohhdo riod rionjkl iis opaIAISII OJAFUFKCK ED UP WIORHGR INIWO..; DAMN BITCH JSUT DAMNM... WHAT THE FUICK ING GFDIOCKKM IS THIS.;.

[ October 11, 2004, 01:24 AM: Message edited by: victim ]

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

can you do that? there should be rules in this thread about that.

agreed, put it back up, thats the point

Yeah, victim just lost cool points in my book. Not that he had any to begin with.

what the hell am I doing here?

EDIT:
victim, you should check the side of your neck, you mighnt be a growing pussy festering out of it.

[ October 07, 2004, 02:53 AM: Message edited by: THEINCREDIBLEdork ]

me and mr blonde are getting crunked

yep

thats right we are getting crunked

and you cant do anything about it

Now silly boy, dont make me come spank you FC.

I am a john madden god. I kick ass. no one can defend my running game. I RULE! And only one person has ever consistently defeated me at Mario Kart 64. I rock hardcore.

-Guy who evidently doesn't misspell words even when heavily inebriated.

I like last night, am in a very nice state of mind. For I was sore from a concert so the past two nightss I have been suppied with the beutiful V-word, and it mixs great. Birthdeys are great, even if they are not yors. wow, I cant spell, but I really dont care to fix the errors.

as of tonight, we shall be millionares, and it will be grand.

Dude I'm drunk andk that is al l there is about all that. Yoiu know what I'm talking about. Drink drunk drank skunk bunk lunk tunk.

Yeah but Victim is handicapped and just like there is special parking places for him at stores, likewise there are special rules that apply for him on Nubblies. Therefore he is allowed to do such a thing.

...damn right I am. That also explains why your mom bent over to give me special access last night. I put it back up, shits, you can all burn in hell.

Business law at 9:00 in the morning tomorrow ruck that I own business lawa. I can go in hung over and tell the teachers I'm captian badass!

Fuck....I'm a lsooer drinking on a sunday night at 2:00 before class on monday...

:(

i started this thread and beer pong rules

and ther is nothing you can say aobut it

beer poing is the shit

i love bieer poing

beer pong

beer pong

this is the greates tpost ever on nubblies

ever
ever
ever
ever

BEER PONG KICKS ASS

IM DRUNK AT 11 PM

THATS CUS OB BEER PONG

11PM BITCHES

110PM

BEER PNG
!~~!@~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!111
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEER [MG
PBEER PONG

EVER