Any body wanna comment on this?

[dascoot]

Dude a face this pretty don't get married.

 

[Bloodlessr]

So your still on the prowl. Nice dude.

 

[dascoot]

The layydees call me Dave The Love Slave. :naughty:

And by "ladies" I mean Rosie.

 

[Bloodlessr]

Kick ass man. She still bobbin on yer knob then?

 

[dascoot]

Yeah I painted her a face and everything, it's teh hawtness.

 

[Bloodlessr]

Hot coins.

 

[andy]

We're talking about sex, right?

 

[Bloodlessr]

NOOOOOO!!!!!!

 

[dascoot]

Shut up Andy, you unimaginable bastard.

 

[staples]

hi dave... nice to meet you... :blink:


Add Insult to Injury
This is a memoir to all the people who have been victims of hate crimes.
May Matthew Shepard Rest In Peace

They remind me of all the Thugs we endure,
How the boss pretends to be your friend.
He wraps your neck in his crooked arm,
And grates your ego with his faux hawk.
And when he has squeezed you dry,
And rustled your hair until you are dizzy,
He smacks the back of your head.

Ouch

He says “What was that?”
Show your pain, and you’ll surely die.
Bodacious, arrogant, defiant, and stupid.
He squints and barks at you calling you names.
He hits you once in your stomach, and once across the face.
He picks you up, brushes you off. He straightens your tie,
Because whether or not, you like it, you work for them,
Only to whip around and slap you again.
He threatens to kill you.
The boys hold him back. They say
“No boss, Not like this, Not now.”
But he will not be held.



He puts the gun to your head,
His breath on your face,
His spit on your lips.
And then he steps back and pulls the trigger.
He shoots you in the leg,
“Fairy”
The other.
“Fruit”
The arm,
“Homo”
The other.
“Queer”
The chest.
“Gay”
And he leaves you…


Alive


You hear him washing his hands,
The snap of a glove.
He returns with a brick,
No… A bat.
No.. a knife…
No, a steak knife…

No…… a cleaver.


“FAG!


He shows you whose boss.

 

[dascoot]

Wowzers. :mellow:

Like, is that what really happened? I don't know the story. Or is it like a composite?

That was powerful, guy.

 

[staples]

actually... i dont think that's what happened to matthew shepard... it was just...a composite... i guess... the name's marc btw...


thanks for the feedback


edit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Shepard

 

[dascoot]

:huh: Yeah I know your name, we used to chat on AIM all the time. Plus you also sign all your posts.

 

[staples]

right right right right... im on like............................. glucose


i was assuming that you didn't know my name bcs of

That was powerful, guy.

... but apparently so....

sorry

 

[dascoot]

"Guy" is like saying "man" or "dude".

Glucose eh?

 

[a_iver]

Hello

 

[dascoot]

*wave*

 

[Bloodlessr]

Originally posted by staples@Dec 3 2005, 07:41 PM
hi dave... nice to meet you... :blink:


Add Insult to Injury
This is a memoir to all the people who have been victims of hate crimes.
May Matthew Shepard Rest In Peace

They remind me of all the Thugs we endure,
How the boss pretends to be your friend.
He wraps your neck in his crooked arm,
And grates your ego with his faux hawk.
And when he has squeezed you dry,
And rustled your hair until you are dizzy,
He smacks the back of your head.

Ouch

He says “What was that?”
Show your pain, and you’ll surely die.
Bodacious, arrogant, defiant, and stupid.
He squints and barks at you calling you names.
He hits you once in your stomach, and once across the face.
He picks you up, brushes you off. He straightens your tie,
Because whether or not, you like it, you work for them,
Only to whip around and slap you again.
He threatens to kill you.
The boys hold him back. They say
“No boss, Not like this, Not now.”
But he will not be held.



He puts the gun to your head,
His breath on your face,
His spit on your lips.
And then he steps back and pulls the trigger.
He shoots you in the leg,
“Fairy”
The other.
“Fruit”
The arm,
“Homo”
The other.
“Queer”
The chest.
“Gay”
And he leaves you…


Alive


You hear him washing his hands,
The snap of a glove.
He returns with a brick,
No… A bat.
No.. a knife…
No, a steak knife…

No…… a cleaver.


“FAG!


He shows you whose boss.

That is pretty hardcore. Its hard to think of that actually happening.

 

[Donutos]

that's good, really gets ya thinking about that stuff.

i remember in highschool there was a play on the shepard murder in the form of an interview with the guy who did it. talk about eye opening