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by Turncoat

"Pathetic. Harden the fuck up."
Personally I'd be more concerned over a finger injury that has visible bone than a water bombing, but then again I guess I wouldn't have shanked someone over it~

I was referring to vaulting (in gymnastics) with two torn ligaments in an ankle. Broken bones are nothing. I tore a ligament in my ankle just this morning while I was out running. Ran the remaining six kilometers home like a boss. I should probably go to the hospital - they might give me some morphine or something if I shriek and scream and pretend it hurts more than it really does.

drunkest memory: this was in college. the top 2 floors of our residence halls all knew each other, and liked to fuck with each other. our 'dorm wars' started off minor, but one night my roommates and i were drunk and excitable. we stole 4 plastic bottles of washing up liquid from someone's open window, and then tried to make some art on the way to our building. when we got to the top floor, we squirted all over their door. then we took our garbage and stacked it outside the door. then threw rolls of toilet paper which stuck to the door, and finally the toilet brush itself which we covered in something brown and gross looking.

we were awoken the next morning by the sound of them getting screamed at by the angry jamaican cleaners.

Worst memories: Only a few, I had a few tiresome bullies I took care of with "force" and a bipolar ex girlfriend that even the devil would have given her sold soul back with no added questions. She was crazy and a distant memory.

Best memories: Would be some of my drug experiences, getting laid, (visceral experience) meeting my best friend of many years, and getting away from depressing individuals.

by thesugargirl

i'm not drunk, and i'm not having trouble with my posts. to be honest, i don't really think you're worth my time. you've been begging me to reply to you and feed your ego for how long now? you're either stupid or delusional.

I don't believe your first statement, or your second. Primarily because you explicitly stated that you didn't understand my post. And don't pull that shit with me - I've been pretending to be patrician all my life and I know a poor act when I see one. Yours is the worst I've ever seen.

You begged me to check my posts so that I could see the drivel you'd added to whatever conversations I was having with other posters here for months. Now you're projecting. It'd be sad if it wasn't so funny. Remember when I said that you were boring and that you weren't worth my time? Yup - you're projecting. You really took that shit to heart.

To be honest, you take a lot of shit to heart. Your life is only going to get harder from here unless something changes. Speaking of which, the lives of the girls you hated in high school only get better with time, particularly if they're the daughters of tiger mothers. They go on to enslave men and their high grades get them into law or medical school. I know because I did it. Hi, Sugar! I"m a former elite gymnast turned lingerie model who's in her second year of medical school. Meanwhile, you're slopping around in some office somewhere serving as a clerk for someone who doesn't remember your name and who wouldn't recognize you on the street. The fact that you buy your beige-coloured clothing from K-Mart wouldn't help that particular situation, either. But I guess that on your salary and with your body type you have very little choice in the clothing you're forced to wear.

And all this combines to feed your lust for power.

Lemme tell you something about power.

It's fucking awesome.

It's the best thing in the world.

And you will never have even a slice of it.

Now, as for the reason I believe that you're drunk: your responses are getting steadily weaker as the hours progress. So this is a back-handed compliment. If you're not drunk, you're somehow getting stupider without the aid of a mind-altering substance. And that's sad. So it's in your better interest to admit, or pretend to admit, that you are in fact inebriated, see?

We all make mistakes sometimes.

You made five in two different posts, though.

That's gotta be a record.

...and you read novels aimed at teenagers?! That's wrong on an entirely new level.

stop clinging to wooster and get a backbone. this is why i don't take you seriously. you're impervious to sarcasm, and you can't stand on your own two feet. in fact, you're both stupid and delusional. i know this because you claim to have had 'control' over your teacher in high school, and how did you use this power? by showing off and trying to one up her at every opportunity. again this most likely goes back to your drive to compete with other women because your father didn't love you. you're weak, pathetic and have said nothing of any substance, at least not to me. ;)

by thesugargirl

stop clinging to wooster and get a backbone. 

 get a new insult. lol jk

by murderer

 

by Helena

  - you've begged me for my attention in the past. When you got it, you ran away screaming. So I surmise that what you really want is for other people to believe that I"m obsessed with you

LOL did she pull that with you too?  She PMd me out of the blue with surreal theories about my upbringing & stuff - i even tried to be polite with her at the time, empath as i am.   

I gather it's some screwed-up ego-preservatory strategy / coping mechanism she adapted, as mother nature bestowed her with utter insignificance/invisibility bereft of any distinctive features whatsoever. At some point she must have figured that if she works hard enough on proactively getting under people's skin, she can secure  attention - however fleeting and negative, but still something to hang onto for dear life.  Yes, what she really wants is for other people to believe that she can be a subject of attention. Which attention she theatrically rejects in an attempt to pretend she's someone exercising free will rather than sucking on the raw prawn life dealt her with. Somewhat tragi(comi)cal if you ask me, then again ima empath.

Frankly, i still haven't the faintest clue of which white noise this Sugar character is, other than she tried really hard to prove that my mother was a hamster and my father smelt of elderberries or something along that line...   :|

She sure did, and your analysis of her personality is strikingly similar to mine. This weakling wants other people to believe that people want her attention, but she definitely doesn't want it herself.

Frankly, I don't care whether your mother was a hamster or not, though I can imagine her saying that. It's completely nonsensical so I imagine she'd be terribly excited about the prospect of you becoming distressed at the perceived insult to your mother, and then becoming distressed herself when, rather than becoming upset, you found it as amusing as I'm sure you did. I am intrigued, however, by The Sugar Girl's deduction that your father smelled of elderberries. That's nonsensical in a way that can actually be utilized by discerning members of this forum, because it's not so retarded that it can be completely discounted as being an important contribution to TSG's psychological profile - in fact, one would consider the implications of her selection of this scent to be worthy of intrigue in itself -  whilst remaining retarded enough to be considered retarded. In particular, that last notion is very appealing to many members of this forum. I for one think that The Sugar Girl should be immortalized as a Freudian Picasso Dream. Featuring Oscar Wilde as the author of the novel of the painting's construction with Dante Alighieri as the guide and Morgan Freeman as the narrator of the movie of the novel of the painting's construction.

Best: Hhhmm.  There are some options here.

- My tiny (5'1) Indian friend, Remington, wearing a top hat and chasing a heard of deer across the field behind the school, while Jimmy sang belted out Eye of the Tiger.

- When I froze the cafeteria, as a birthday gift to my best friend, Arkie.

- When Arkie brought a pile of soul relinquishing contracts to school and made people sign over their souls to him, every time they needed a pen or asked him to move or anything.  And then he got dragged off by a team of school therapists to be sat down and lectured, as to why "it is wrong, to steal someones soul". XD

- When all the girls in gym class simultaneously became mildly manic and we all ended up rolling on the gym floor for nearly 20 minutes, laughing hysterically.

- When some idiot in class asked (I kid you not) "Martin Luther King Jr?  Didn't he win a grammy?", and Arkie got up on his chair, struck his air guitar, and sang "I have a dream! Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh!".

Worst: Hard to say.  Really the whole experience, aside from the hilarity of a few of my comrades.

I never got into any fights, or had anything hilarious/tragic happen to me. Mainly pranks, so off the top of my head...

Best: Coating a thin layer of soap on the floor of a highly frequented corridor, and watching teachers and students alike slipping and crashing all over the place.

Worst: Having to pay for broken windows after playing soccer indoors.