CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
coudlnt' write story for the day
SO SORYR DORK LORD IT'S ANOTHER FUCKING LACKUSTER THING OF HITLER'S DAY
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WRODS ARE GAY
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SEE THE XXXX ARE DAYS
LOL IT's A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF MY LFIE
DUM DUM DUM
DUM DUM DUM DA-DUM DA-DA-DUM, DA-DA-DA-DUM!
dasg
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dfaocme back to smhts
gy
sdauhjk
remmeber when you were a child and you didn't know anything?
it was so much better
then
don't want to grow up
lol
I didn't grow up/
I got older
but I'm the same
only I don't fit now
i am nothing
lol
i DON'T LIKE ANYTHINJHj
I HAVE NOTHING HUMAN TO TALK ABOUT THIS IS IT
THISDFGdxm,/ m
THIS IS FUCKING IT
LOL
no friends
not even on MSN
can't talk anyway
can't type
not me
just words
no sgjk
have nothing to say
I DO NOTHING ALL DAY
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LOL
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SJ SI yep this is lacklustre
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he story
MIS
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Mister Bilbo Hobbot turned 111 twnety years old he knew it would be a party of special gay sex.
"I love gay sex," he told his young nephew Frodo, who sighed. "What? Don't you sigh just because I'm gay! There's nothing wrong with it!"
"I know, uncle," said Frodo.
"THEN DON'T SIGH!"
Frodo sighed. Was there any point even TRYING to explain? He didn't care that his uncle was gay, why would he? It meant nothing to him. He would have sighed the same if he'd been talking about sex with hobbitmaidens. Any talk of ANYTHING he didn't understand would have made him feel the same. He didn't have sex. Ever. He didn't even want to. He tried to masturbate. It was just a chore. He never orgasmed. All that work and nothing at the end. Pointless. Like life. A lot of work, and for what? Grow up. Get a hobbitjob. For what? He still went home every night. Sat alone in his room, while all the other hobbits his age were getting drunk at the Green Dragon. He wasn't one of them. He'd tried to go a few times. He'd felt nothing. It got him angry, to think of them there, enjoying themselves...they were so stupid! They must be, to enjoy such stupid things! Druinking, dancing, singing...HOW was that fun? How was anything fun.
So it got him mad when his uncle talked about sex, because it just served as a reminder that Frodo wasn't like other hobbits.
"Uncle, didn't you used to know a wizard?" he asked,the only vaguely interesting thing he could think of syaing.
"what? No! I have no time for wizarding ways! PAH, wizards! That beardy bastard, what was his name, Gandwarf?"
"Gandalf, uncle."
"whatever! Time-wasting old fart! His head full of nonsense, IDEAS ABOVE HIS STATION! You know what he said once, Frodo, my lad? he said that life could be different! He said hobbits could live outside the Shire, that there was a different way!"
"Really?" asked Frodo, getting his hopes up and then getting angry athimself for getting his hopes up.
"STUFF AND NONSENSE! There is nothing for hobbits outside the Shire! This is the only world, THE ONLY WORLD! ANd ti's great! WE have gay sex, the Green Dragon, parites, hobbit food! LIFE IS PRETTY FUCKING SWEET!"
"Yeah. Sweet," said Frodo. Why couldn't he just kill himself? What was stopping him? He wasn't meant for this life. He went to his room, lay face down on his hobbitbed and humped it. He stopped after ten minutes of feeling nothing. Ten wasted minutes.
"HEY FRODO YOU FUCKER, COME AND GET DRUNK!" he heard, and he jumped up in utter fear. He lept out of his bed and hid under it. "HAHAHA, THE PUSSY'S HIDING UNDER HIS FUCKING BED WHAT A CUNT!" It was Samwise Gamgee, of course, Frodo's chidhood friend. Their lives had diverged long ago. Sam was normal, Frodo was hiding under his bed.
"Leave the poor fucker alone," laughed Meriadoc Brandybuck. "And come double-team Rosie Cotton with me!"
"Hey, make that a triple team!" he heard Pergrin took say. And they were off. Frodo decided to stay under his bed and sleep there. It seemed fitting.
The next day was exactly the same.
And the next.
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Then Bilbo died of AIDS. Frodo wished he could feel something for his uncle, but he didn't. It was just another day.
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Then Frodo broke into Samwise's house and ate all his biscuits.
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_____________________-
this will be the last hting of the day never
SO SORYR DORK LORD IT'S ANOTHER FUCKING LACKUSTER THING OF HITLER'S DAY
as
fg
gDUMB DUMB UMBND
WORDS
WRODS ARE GAY
lying in bed
xxxx
lying in bed
xxxx
lying in bed
xxxx
lying in bed
xxxx
lying in bed
xxxx
lying in bed
xxxx
dead
SEE THE XXXX ARE DAYS
LOL IT's A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF MY LFIE
DUM DUM DUM
DUM DUM DUM DA-DUM DA-DA-DUM, DA-DA-DA-DUM!
dasg
/.
dfaocme back to smhts
gy
sdauhjk
remmeber when you were a child and you didn't know anything?
it was so much better
then
don't want to grow up
lol
I didn't grow up/
I got older
but I'm the same
only I don't fit now
i am nothing
lol
i DON'T LIKE ANYTHINJHj
I HAVE NOTHING HUMAN TO TALK ABOUT THIS IS IT
THISDFGdxm,/ m
THIS IS FUCKING IT
LOL
no friends
not even on MSN
can't talk anyway
can't type
not me
just words
no sgjk
have nothing to say
I DO NOTHING ALL DAY
h
LOL
f
SJ SI yep this is lacklustre
dg
s
g
g
he story
MIS
_________________
Mister Bilbo Hobbot turned 111 twnety years old he knew it would be a party of special gay sex.
"I love gay sex," he told his young nephew Frodo, who sighed. "What? Don't you sigh just because I'm gay! There's nothing wrong with it!"
"I know, uncle," said Frodo.
"THEN DON'T SIGH!"
Frodo sighed. Was there any point even TRYING to explain? He didn't care that his uncle was gay, why would he? It meant nothing to him. He would have sighed the same if he'd been talking about sex with hobbitmaidens. Any talk of ANYTHING he didn't understand would have made him feel the same. He didn't have sex. Ever. He didn't even want to. He tried to masturbate. It was just a chore. He never orgasmed. All that work and nothing at the end. Pointless. Like life. A lot of work, and for what? Grow up. Get a hobbitjob. For what? He still went home every night. Sat alone in his room, while all the other hobbits his age were getting drunk at the Green Dragon. He wasn't one of them. He'd tried to go a few times. He'd felt nothing. It got him angry, to think of them there, enjoying themselves...they were so stupid! They must be, to enjoy such stupid things! Druinking, dancing, singing...HOW was that fun? How was anything fun.
So it got him mad when his uncle talked about sex, because it just served as a reminder that Frodo wasn't like other hobbits.
"Uncle, didn't you used to know a wizard?" he asked,the only vaguely interesting thing he could think of syaing.
"what? No! I have no time for wizarding ways! PAH, wizards! That beardy bastard, what was his name, Gandwarf?"
"Gandalf, uncle."
"whatever! Time-wasting old fart! His head full of nonsense, IDEAS ABOVE HIS STATION! You know what he said once, Frodo, my lad? he said that life could be different! He said hobbits could live outside the Shire, that there was a different way!"
"Really?" asked Frodo, getting his hopes up and then getting angry athimself for getting his hopes up.
"STUFF AND NONSENSE! There is nothing for hobbits outside the Shire! This is the only world, THE ONLY WORLD! ANd ti's great! WE have gay sex, the Green Dragon, parites, hobbit food! LIFE IS PRETTY FUCKING SWEET!"
"Yeah. Sweet," said Frodo. Why couldn't he just kill himself? What was stopping him? He wasn't meant for this life. He went to his room, lay face down on his hobbitbed and humped it. He stopped after ten minutes of feeling nothing. Ten wasted minutes.
"HEY FRODO YOU FUCKER, COME AND GET DRUNK!" he heard, and he jumped up in utter fear. He lept out of his bed and hid under it. "HAHAHA, THE PUSSY'S HIDING UNDER HIS FUCKING BED WHAT A CUNT!" It was Samwise Gamgee, of course, Frodo's chidhood friend. Their lives had diverged long ago. Sam was normal, Frodo was hiding under his bed.
"Leave the poor fucker alone," laughed Meriadoc Brandybuck. "And come double-team Rosie Cotton with me!"
"Hey, make that a triple team!" he heard Pergrin took say. And they were off. Frodo decided to stay under his bed and sleep there. It seemed fitting.
The next day was exactly the same.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
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And the next.
Then Bilbo died of AIDS. Frodo wished he could feel something for his uncle, but he didn't. It was just another day.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
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Then Frodo broke into Samwise's house and ate all his biscuits.
And the next.
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this will be the last hting of the day never
