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I knew there was a reason to cry myself to sleep tonight.
 
I knew there was a reason I slept with your mother.
 
Music has a right to bypassing restraining orders issues against them to prevent the molestation of children.

Also, babies.
 
There's still a schematic that I can't find in Scrapland... has anyone here found them all?
 
Dorothy had difficulty talking about her rape. She was raped really brutally, like you read about in the paper, with torture and mocking words that haunted her and demolished the sense of self-worth and identity she drew from her feminism and progressive atheist politics. Sometimes she tried to excuse her rapist and blame herself, drawing on her cultural identity and that of her attacker, constructing a narrative of blame rooted in the vast, blind aggregations of socioeconomics and racial/gendered politics.

She grew to hate herself and fell farther into a deep depression, withdrawing from friends and family, hiding her sadness like a closet drunk. She worked herself to the bone because it provided a distraction, piling effort upon effort at her non-profit legal defense job, 80 hours a week of low-paying legal defense for the same breed of hardened thugs that defiled her. She hated herself, hated them, and began to have paranoid delusions that their blank, hooded eyes were laughing at her. That they knew what had been done and felt like they owned her entirely - her labor, her body, herself, dominated and diminished by their leering gaze.

Then, Dorothy met Stephanie, an encounter that was anything but accident. Stephanie had been at the periphery of the scene. They had seen each other, nodded pleasantly when Dorothy chose to walk that shortcut and Stephanie took a more circuitous route to the same general location through routes more well-traveled by the police. Stephanie had something to say to Dorothy, had pursued her like prey for this purpose, with a bloody-mindedness rooted in righteousness, in God's good graces.

"I know what happened. I wanted to explain. God protected me that night. He could have protected you."

"What? I don't understand, who are -"

"I'm a Christian. I wanted you to know that if you had invoked the genie of my Lord your suffering could have been halted, you could have been spared. Instead, you failed to recite the proper mojo bullshit. You got stung. Straight up, ****ing owned bitch, good game. God laughs at your works and hardships because you give no ****ing props, bitch. Straight up.

Straight up."
 
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I just poured some Coke Zero into a cup that had a little bit of mountain dew left in it, and it tastes like cinnamon.
 
I've had an entire evening alone and I haven't done anything. I haven't even taken the opportunity to fap.
 
I've just realised my hl2 playing days are over. I'm not allowed to play on my dad's computer any more and I can't play it on mine because it makes my computer hang so i'm never going to be able to play it again.
 
Iron Kat said:
I've just realised my hl2 playing days are over. I'm not allowed to play on my dad's computer any more and I can't play it on mine because it makes my computer hang so i'm never going to be able to play it again.
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Because once you buy a computer, you are stuck with that one for the rest of your life.
 
Don't be stupid. Where is she going to find a man to get her a new computer?
 
you could always make the tourney frodo did in lord of the rings when you're bored bad^hat
 
So I go to work for my second day of filming but instead of filming my blood pressure drops severely for no ****ing reason and im rushed to the doctor. Woop.
 
I just had a dream.

I was locked in a room with a cop and some other people because for some reason the police were after me, and I killed the cop with a knife and took his gun. Then I gave the knife to one of the other people, and said "I'll kill you you if you don't kill the man beside you." So I made them all kill each other and the last one left, I gave him the knife and went hand-tohand with him. He threw the knife at me, and I caught it. So I cut him and stuff, then I shoved it through his eye. He screamed and yelled, but he said that I could do it again. Maybe he expected me to kill him afterwards. So I shoved it through his other eye and shot the lock on the door. I left him there screaming.
 
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