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I still feel like throwing up guys.

I was riding home from school on my bus from an early class, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole busload of kids were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call the other man, who hadnt been doing anything, took a pistol out of his jacket and shot the guy in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen.

Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
 
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hello all.

i am sooooooo disgusted with myself. i disgraced myself utterly and abysmally.

after almost a year and a half of almost no contact with an evil horrible cruel insane ex (the one and only woman i've ever been with), i found myself rather intoxicated and making out (and more...) with her last week. since then, i have felt defiled, disgusted, nauseated, wondering how on earth i could have been so stupid and base and everything else you can think of.

i've been trying to think of cleansing rituals/thoughts, anything to make me less disgusted with myself.

has anyone ever been in the same boat? any thoughts on how one in such a situation restores one's dignity?

my ex was and still is truly evil and insane. to think that i would have reduced myself to that boggles the mind (my mind and yours if you knew my story with her).

ugh ugh ugh ugh
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the shame the shame the shame......
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Thank you. I was feeling very down today - grey and raining, two of my least favorite things, so I posted. I am gradually colorizing my wardrobe, and wanted some validation. Yes I am aware of the historical leather bent, and for those who wish to honor it fine and dandy. Do it with my approval. However yes I have been barred from events, some that even claim to celebrate diversity. (shrug - their loss, but mine too) Sometimes I look at the "dress code" and simply pass on even thinking about attending. Yes I also understand about the very human need to have things fit in easily defined classifacations, and also the need to be able to identify "friend" and "foe" easily and visually. We are not much different than the people we deride for their closemindedness. So in the words (modified) of the Bard - to mine own self shall I be true. And as someone else has said - "damn the torpedoes - full speed ahead!" I shall do as I feel best for me. And if some decide to scorn and reject me well that is as it will be. It is a loss for the both of us. I am sure that I would have been the better for meeting them, and perhaps they for meeting me.
 
For 17 years, I had a several-grams-a-day habit. Then I left home for college. The remnants of a childhood spent living with a heroin addict now live in the pocket of my purse, a chunky plastic medicated inhaler. A minor cold in my husband quickly settles in my chest, the phlegm choking the air from my lungs.
I'm walking proof of the results of a study released this week that shows secondhand heroin is harder on kids than it is on adults. Scientists at Tufts University in Boston found higher traces of opium in the blood of kids who breathed in the secondhand heroin than adults who breathed the same air. Because kids have smaller bodies, they're breathing in a higher percentage of air per body weight - and that can have a determinatal affect on those bodies.
So I was a little shocked when I read the headline of Babble Parental Advisory: Thank You for using heroin. But I don't judge a book by it's cover, so I kept reading.
 
Something horrible is happening, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Lets back up a little, to the start of this train of thought.

Lets assume something we use to comfort ourselves regularly to be truth: "Nothing is forever."

Now, we normally use this to comfort ourselves, all of the bad things will end eventually.

Now, that means that life will end eventually, ending in Death.

But that also means Death will end eventually, too.

"Okay, this guy is some rebirth fanatic, I'll just sage this thread and move on," but bear with me, the cycle of rebirth must also end eventually, but into what?

"The universe will end, so what?" But then what ever follows will end, too.

"So another universe will pop up, okay?" But then that must end.

"See above." But then that cycle must end.

"You lost me." Thats where I'm going.

Just what happens after this cycle of universes ends? What could possible come next? And what after that? And after that? We cannot possibly imagine the end of this horrid infinite loop.

Lost in a void of things extremely bad and good at the same time, how will you feel?

The pain seems like it would never end, but according to our assumed truth it must.

Game as life seems, every once in a while you just have to stop and read the first words of the last five lines.
 
I was remembering when the Saints were 5 - 0 in 1993 and we all KNEW we were Super Bowl bound.

Week Day Date Rec Opp Tm Opp 1stD TotYd PassY RushY TO 1stD TotYd PassY RushY TO
1 Sun September 5 box W 1-0 Houston Oilers 33 21 21 346 204 142 1 21 405 335 70 5
2 Sun September 12 box W 2-0 @ Atlanta Falcons 34 31 24 557 330 227 1 20 375 297 78 2
3 Sun September 19 box W 3-0 Detroit Lions 14 3 16 258 86 172 1 9 170 86 84 2
4 Sun September 26 box W 4-0 San Francisco 49ers 16 13 17 264 161 103 19 339 163 176 2
5 Sun October 3 box W 5-0 @ Los Angeles Rams 37 6 17 359 205 154 1 17 256 129 127 3
6 Bye Week
7 Sun October 17 box L 5-1 @ Pittsburgh Steelers 14 37 11 264 215 49 5 22 393 192 201 3
8 Sun October 24 box L 5-2 Atlanta Falcons 15 26 16 321 274 47 2 17 279 156 123
9 Sun October 31 box W 6-2 @ Phoenix Cardinals 20 17 18 272 176 96 2 10 143 54 89 2
10 Bye Week
11 Sun November 14 box L 6-3 Green Bay Packers 17 19 19 329 172 157 5 13 194 125 69 1
12 Mon November 22 box L 6-4 @ San Francisco 49ers 7 42 17 261 142 119 4 25 455 236 219 1
13 Sun November 28 box W 7-4 @ Minnesota Vikings 17 14 15 254 100 154 3 16 288 182 106 1
14 Sun December 5 box L 7-5 @ Cleveland Browns 13 17 12 127 48 79 15 314 183 131 4
15 Sun December 12 box L 7-6 Los Angeles Rams 20 23 24 364 267 97 3 16 306 40 266 1
16 Mon December 20 box L 7-7 New York Giants 14 24 15 304 293 11 2 20 277 144 133 1
17 Sun December 26 box L 7-8 @ Philadelphia Eagles 26 37 7 158 75 83 3 20 314 180 134 1
18 Sun January 2 box W 8-8 Cincinnati Bengals 20 13 15 269 193 76 1 13 188 104 84 1



http://www.pro-football-reference.com/teams/nor/1993.htm
 
I don't feel the suns comin' out today

its staying in, its gonna find another way.

As I sit here in this misery, I don't

think I'll ever see the sun from here.

And oh as I fade away,

they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,

Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.

But that's okay

they're just afraid to change.

When you feel your life ain't worth living

you've got to stand up and

take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.

And when your deepest thoughts are broken,

keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.

And as we all play parts of tomorrow,

some ways will work and other ways we'll play.

But I know we all can't stay here forever,

so I want to write my words on the face of today.

and then they'll paint it

And oh as I fade away,

they'll all look at me and they'll say,

Hey look at him and where he is these days.

When life is hard, you have to change.
 
They kiss their pets on the mouth. Trust me here, only white people do this. They won’t marry anyone darker than Cher, but they’ll full on French-kiss some ancient bug-eyed dog who drools. Explain that to me, will you? And while you’re at it, tell my why the same kind of old white ladies who won’t even let anyone sit on their good sofa without a plastic cover will suck face with parakeets, which are basically feathered lizards who sit on a little swing and squirt crap all day. And yet the cops find one dead hooker in the trunk of my car and all hell breaks loose!

Never mind.

Anyway, white people are interesting. Collect ‘em all!
 
Although tights in general belong to the women’s sphere they nevertheless may have many practical functions (and even aesthetic) for men, as we well know. Moreover there are many manufacturers that make and sell tights exclusively for men. In other words tights belong to male clothing although it still is a marginal phenomenon.
 
I have a problem, I'm so ****** off at myself. It all started 3 hours ago while my girlfriend was taking a shower. She watches a lot of anime/hentai and well.. loves it.

What I usually end up doing while she takes a shower is looking at her collection, cause she loves it when she walks back to her room and sees me... ready.

So I find a picture of some hot girls dressed in a gothic lolita dress and start... preparing.

Unfortunately her 40 minutes shower turned to a 10 minute one and she opens the door to find me looking at this.

Now the problem isn't that she saw me, but the fact that she screamed at me and said "What are you doing looking at yaoi for?"

In case you don't know.. yaoi is girl porn. I then told her "What?! I'm not gay" And she says "Those are guys dressed in girl's clothes with make up on!"

She then told me to get dressed and get out of her place. She later texted me telling me "Don't come back here until your a man"

why the hell do they make this type of stuff...
 
Im gonna hafta agree with tiffany tho cuz i think David Caruso's pretty hot... *what can I say... Im a 17 year old with a thing for older guys..* I squeeze him up there somewhere between Johnny Depp and George Clooney on my list. Ironically he is pretty much the only red head.. no wait ..Dave and Frankie Muniz are the only red heads I find attractive... I've been scarred for life from a scary moment as a child in which I encountered the freak of nature we like to call "Carrot Top".
 
I don't feel the suns comin' out today

its staying in, its gonna find another way.

As I sit here in this misery, I don't

think I'll ever see the sun from here.

And oh as I fade away,

they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,

Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.

But that's okay

they're just afraid to change.

When you feel your life ain't worth living

you've got to stand up and

take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.

And when your deepest thoughts are broken,

keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.

And as we all play parts of tomorrow,

some ways will work and other ways we'll play.

But I know we all can't stay here forever,

so I want to write my words on the face of today.

and then they'll paint it

And oh as I fade away,

they'll all look at me and they'll say,

Hey look at him and where he is these days.

When life is hard, you have to change.

That's one of my favorite songs
 
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 07840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.
 
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hello all.

i am sooooooo disgusted with myself. i disgraced myself utterly and abysmally.

after almost a year and a half of almost no contact with an evil horrible cruel insane ex (the one and only woman i've ever been with), i found myself rather intoxicated and making out (and more...) with her last week. since then, i have felt defiled, disgusted, nauseated, wondering how on earth i could have been so stupid and base and everything else you can think of.

i've been trying to think of cleansing rituals/thoughts, anything to make me less disgusted with myself.

has anyone ever been in the same boat? any thoughts on how one in such a situation restores one's dignity?

my ex was and still is truly evil and insane. to think that i would have reduced myself to that boggles the mind (my mind and yours if you knew my story with her).

ugh ugh ugh ugh
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the shame the shame the shame......
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beggars can't be choosers.
 

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