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Ikaruga · 02-03-2004, 06:03 PM

W-why are you being such a jerk...I mean...I'm just postin man! You dont have to be an asshole about everything I post Ok?...I mean..if you cant say nothin nice...dont say nothin at all...

Now to the other story...

I was in my room...see...And umm...I was playin my super nintendo...Since my mom was on welfare...Kay? now this is what happened...She came in my room...yellin about my poor-ass grades...And I pretended...I was listening....Then...She threw my nintendo...out of the window...

Then...

She threw me down the steps...and sat me down at the table...with a sheet of paper...and a broken pencil...And she had me...spell my name...100 times...and for everytime I spelled it wrong...She'd bitch-slap me....And so...I NEVER SPELLED IT RIGHT...And guess what...my name was um...Chris...And what I spelled...was Arnold...Swartzenegger...I was suprised..That I could spell his name right...

And so...we were up all night...I kept spellin my name wrong...And she kept slapping me...until the next day....

*pulls out a truckload of beer*

Man these are good...

Edited By Ikaruga on Feb. 03 2004 at 21:05

02-03-2004, 06:03 PM	#13
Ikaruga Senior Member Junior Member Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 303 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	W-why are you being such a jerk...I mean...I'm just postin man! You dont have to be an asshole about everything I post Ok?...I mean..if you cant say nothin nice...dont say nothin at all... Now to the other story... I was in my room...see...And umm...I was playin my super nintendo...Since my mom was on welfare...Kay? now this is what happened...She came in my room...yellin about my poor-ass grades...And I pretended...I was listening....Then...She threw my nintendo...out of the window... Then... She threw me down the steps...and sat me down at the table...with a sheet of paper...and a broken pencil...And she had me...spell my name...100 times...and for everytime I spelled it wrong...She'd bitch-slap me....And so...I NEVER SPELLED IT RIGHT...And guess what...my name was um...Chris...And what I spelled...was Arnold...Swartzenegger...I was suprised..That I could spell his name right... And so...we were up all night...I kept spellin my name wrong...And she kept slapping me...until the next day.... pulls out a truckload of beer Man these are good... Edited By Ikaruga on Feb. 03 2004 at 21:05 __________________ My thoughts do not dwell within the darkness of my past, yet I point my sword forward to reveal the light of my future.