Joe… how can you “like” this comment, you sad, sad prick! What has Jo or Molly ever done to you? If you weren’t ready to settle down, then why fuck Jo? You’re a fucking twat and Jo can do better than you. When Molly is older she will not want anything to do with you and I don’t blame her! You don’t deserve to be a father to be honest. You make me sick, what you’ve done. JUST FUCKING GROW UP JOE!
well this was unfortunate, I put a minutes effort in my last post for the duhsomething. fuckyall as americans say sometimes, youll have to read it here aswell.
Now, I’ve been thinking about our fortune to be able to chat like this on Lamebook, and I’ve come to the conclusion that we are realy not to blame. Because no matter what ever we say here everything will still remain the same. And the sort of discusssions on this board will, and have always been, just amusement for all of us in a very subjective way.
i am so sick of the fake assholes using my name like this. you are retarts and need to learn how to be nice to me. I am the coolest thing tohappen here assholes. i am so cool you assholes mock me and pretend to be me. think about that assholes, before you say i am the retart here.
@ Cultured Bogan, I know heaps of aussies that speak like that! (what I imagined in my head when I wrote it. Not quite like K&K though. Way more screechy than that xD.) I never thought K&K was funny. Oh and I lived in aus for 22 years. Charloin!! x)
this is just too much. this is my last post as flexo. i will make a new name, not mentioning what it is so that new name wont be copied. you can all disregard any posts by flexo or the like, they are just retarts who want to be like me.
I really hope Charlene typed that with a 3/4 empty bottle of vodka and a bottle of sleeping pills next to the keyboard. Even if she was completely sober, I’m gonna pretend she wasn’t just so I can maintain my faith in the future of humanity.
This is the end.)
This story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.
I’m not sure why I was looking up information on Rape and Survivors earlier today. Perhaps it has to do with the month-long down swing I recently climbed out of, and upon looking back, the bottom, and beginning of the turn upwards, was the one-year anniversary of my sexual assault. This realization came two days after the one year mark…I didn’t realize it on the date, but it happened that my roommate decided not to come home (we hadn’t been getting along…I was in the midst of a depression and she was under extreme stress…we couldn’t be around each other). At any rate, like I said, it didn’t hit me what night it was initially, but since my roommate wasn’t home, I checked the doors many times in order to be sure they were really locked, and closed all of the windows even though it was humid. Oh, and I got drunk so I could fall asleep. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Then the next night, I was in the back room of my apartment getting a window fan to put in my bedroom (I figured I was safe since the dog sleeps with me now). I heard my dog barking at the door. I didn’t see anyone come in. But I heard a door close. It was my roommate’s bedroom door, but I didn’t see her. I called out her name several times; there was no answer.
I ran into the living room, and just sat on the couch, curled up in a ball, crying. I was convinced someone (he) found out where I moved, broke in, and was just waiting for me to fall asleep so he could kill me. I figured he was pissed that I got away unharmed, and wanted me to pay. I sat frozen for who knows how long…then decided I had to look in her room. It was probably all in my head, but in order to fall asleep, I had to know. So with visions of him being in there, I called my dog, and made her walk in front of me to the door. I wanted to knock to see if it was my roommate, but then I thought, if it is him, he’d know I was at the door, and if I opened it, he would grab me. So instead I quietly turned the knob, and gently swung the door open. A bag that was hanging from the doorknob swung slightly, and I screamed, and began sobbing uncontrollably, as an image of him flashed in my mind. After a moment or two, I gathered myself enough to start breathing again, and poked my head into the room, to see my roommate sitting up in bed looking at me very confused. I mumbled an apology, and ran to the couch, where I collapsed and wept. She didn’t come out of her room, and I felt more alone than I had ever felt in my life (I found out later that she was still asleep and didn’t remember me coming in).
The thing is, is that after assault, and after I was in a safe place for a while, I felt pretty much okay. I didn’t realize the lingering fear. I thought it was over. But everything from that night flooded back, the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had to throw up, but couldn’t move, and the fear; the fear alone was paralyzing.
Elvis: The revealing of her panties wasn’t intentional or unintentional. She just didn’t give a damn. She saw me as so physically and sexually non-threatening, she didn’t mind if I get a bird’s eye view of her love nest. It was same to her as a house cat sneaking a peek.
Elvis: Ask not what your rest home can do for you. Ask what you can do for your rest home.
JFK: Hey, you’re copying my best lines!
Elvis: Then let me paraphrase one of my own. Let’s take care of business.
JFK: Just what are you getting at, Elvis?
Elvis: I think you know what I’m gettin’ at Mr. President. We’re gonna kill us a mummy.
Elvis: I was dreamin’. Dreamin’ my dick was out and I was checkin’ to see if that infected bump on the head of it had filled with pus again. If it had, I was gonna name it after my ex-wife Priscilla and bust it by jackin’ off. Or I’d like to think that’s what I’d do. Dreams let you think like that. Truth was, I hadn’t had a hard-on in years.
I think Joe likes the fact that Jo thanked him for leaving her, or perhaps he’s being sarcastic by thanking her for telling the world about it. And why on earth has Jo still got Joe as someone who is able to view or comment on her facebook!!
please remove the rip, stefanie.
that is in referance to stefanie spielman, the 42 year old wife of chris spielman, OSU and former Cleveland Browns player. She succumbed to cancer after a 10 year battle and was an inspiration in the breast cancer survivor community…
I dont think there spelling mistakes, more abreviations. I think she was so angry and trying to type so fast she was missing keys and typing letters in the wrong order; let me translate it for you;
“How can you like this comment you sad prick!! What has Jo or Mollie ever done to you……eh. If you wasn’t ready to settle down,then why fuck with Jo. Your a fucken twat and Jo can do better than you. When Mollies older she will not want fuck all to do with you, which I don’t blame her!!You dont deserve to be a father ???. You make me sick with what you have done JUST FUCKEN GROW UP JOE!
Is that a bit clearer!
HAHAHAH! the ‘joe walking out on baby’ status is fucking hilarious. i can’t believe the guy had the balls the click ‘like’ after walking out on his woman. that’s gold, and i would very much like to have a beer or two with the guy who did that. fuck kids, let women take care of them!
I suppose imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Keep worshipping your idol, dipshits! Maybe one day you’ll be able to create your own legendary internet persona, instead of ripping off someone else’s. As for ruining him, please, you merely give him more publicity. You think celeb lookalikes ruin the celebs?
Fucking chavs. I can’t even figure out if the kid’s name is Moile or Moiile, because of retarded people’s penchants for doubling up certain vowels. Either way, it’s a name to be expected of a child whose parents share the same name.
so i usually don’t comment, but this is ridiculous. i’m generally a nice person, and i always try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but really charlene? like, are you on your cell phone updating? did you spill water on it? do that many letters really not work? are you on a computer? have that many keys been broken off and are now unusable? a sed sad prick? NO ONE should EVER bitch about the “mcdonald’s workers” who “need to learn proper english” when there are idiots like you walking around, you make them look like 4th term english majors.