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2016-07-27 at 5:10 PM UTC1. Imagine what it would take to pretend you're a female on teh Innerbutz for ten friggin years! Wow!
2. Able to leap hundreds of unjust bans in a single bound!
3. Did I mention absentee dictator?
4. No, we do not want pot luck again.
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2016-07-27 at 5:41 PM UTC
1. Imagine what it would take to pretend you're a female on teh Innerbutz for ten friggin years! Wow!
I've done it. I used to play this game called "Isketch" that had a big chat community and I always pretended to be a girl. I started doing it when I was 8 years old and got bored when I was about 16. I pretended to be this dudes girlfriend for 2 years and he would make me ms paint art and then one day I vanished, never signed into my MSN account again. I heard he was suicidal after that.
I'm still friends with this dutch guy I met on there when I was 12 years old, he was friends with the guy I catfished.
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2016-07-27 at 5:46 PM UTC
I've done it. I used to play this game called "Isketch" that had a big chat community and I always pretended to be a girl. I started doing it when I was 8 years old and got bored when I was about 16. I pretended to be this dudes girlfriend for 2 years and he would make me ms paint art and then one day I vanished, never signed into my MSN account again. I heard he was suicidal after that.
I'm still friends with this dutch guy I met on there when I was 12 years old, he was friends with the guy I catfished.
Have to watch out for them dutchies remember the sextortion and eventual suicide of Amanda Todd? Yep, done by a dutch guy. remember Nathalie Holloway? you guessed it, Dutch guy, we dangerous nigga'. -
2016-07-27 at 5:55 PM UTCYou're a terrible fucking person, man. The dude loved you.
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2016-07-27 at 6:03 PM UTCThis makes me feel all kinds of ways.
Imagine you're this, like, ten year old kid and you get an e-girlfriend and you make this Paint art for her for two years and then she's gone. Just... just gone. You grow up but you still wonder sometimes about that one girl you used to make art for and you're still worried. It is forever a part of your life.
Then there's Space Cat, the dude who is the girl, burning down methshacks and smoking banshee dust of glass shards not giving a shit.
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2016-07-27 at 6:39 PM UTCThat's not even scratching the surface of twisted shit I've done. My bad karma has definitely caught up with me, I've lost thousands of dollars, possessions and drugs over the years to no fault of my own, just bad luck, wrong place/wrong time.
I even lost a good paying job because some evil demonic forces plagued my mind and I was depressed and suicidal making 25k/yr, cutting myself and getting 27 stitches while on the clock at work.
I used to be anti drug and then one day I went hard and I've never stopped since. I probably deserve all the fucked up stuff that happens to me.
I try to be a good person nowadays. "If you do dirt, you get dirty"
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2016-07-27 at 6:46 PM UTC
That's not even scratching the surface of twisted shit I've done. My bad karma has definitely caught up with me, I've lost thousands of dollars, possessions and drugs over the years to no fault of my own, just bad luck, wrong place/wrong time.
I even lost a good paying job because some evil demonic forces plagued my mind and I was depressed and suicidal making 25k/yr, cutting myself and getting 27 stitches while on the clock at work.
I used to be anti drug and then one day I went hard and I've never stopped since. I probably deserve all the fucked up stuff that happens to me.
I try to be a good person nowadays. "If you do dirt, you get dirty"
It's gon be aight. -
2016-07-27 at 7:20 PM UTCI feel bad about life now. Even worse than before. Wow.
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2016-07-27 at 9:44 PM UTC
I feel bad about life now. Even worse than before. Wow.
Have you ever had your head examined?
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2016-07-27 at 9:59 PM UTCThat story reminds me of some shit back in the day I haven't thought about in a long time when I was about 10. I met this guy in a chatroom. We began talking regularly and he had just turned 18. This was when my depression began to manifest to degrees I was conciously aware of and beginning to grasp what depression and suicidal ideation was... I guess we met because I was subconsciously seeking help and this guy was genuinely trying to be helpful though he was suffering from his own chronic depression. Im sure most people off the bat assume this was some pervert but he never in the 4 years we communicated ever asked, insinuated anything sexual, or asked me for for dirty pictures or anything- we just talked about our lives, and different interests, and he always seemed to be extremely positive inspite of the shit he was dealing with to me and sorta tried to be mentor figure to me, I suppose, now I look back on it. He would send me birthday cards and post cards when he went on vacation with his family and I would sneak around and we would talk on the phone now and again. I came to understand this guy was chronicly depressed and even found out, when he would drop off the radar for months at a time, that he over the course of our friendship, had attempted suicide 3-4 times and was in the nutward from time to time. One day, it had been a very long time since hearing from him, I get a message from an email I didn't recognize and its him. He said shit had gone very bad and he had been keeping some things from me for a while, in sort of a way to 'protect' me. Well, we arrange and he calls me. For the last year and a half he had been living with his boyfriend (I didn't know he was bisexual, but he had talked about an ex girlfriend before he was all torn up over losing) who was dealing cocaine and was very abusive. He said that he got the shit beat out of him and ended up in the hospital for a week and then after being released he had attempted suicide again and came close to succeedingband was admitted for 2 more weeks and I then in the lunnybin for a couple months (he verified this shit for me). Anyway, we began to talk again andbhe was living in some halfway house sorta shit and one night we talked again he was extremely depressed and I know he was contemplating suicide again. I tried to tell him to keep his head up an shit would be better... Well, he just dropped off the face of the earth and I never heard from him again. I always wondered what happened to him. Hopefully he just dropped everything and rebuilt his life and moved on. Maybe he was a very elaborate troll (I doubt it because I did get in touch with relatives of his whom he was estranged from but acknowledged him, that they knew him, but refused to speak about him at all). Never found an obituary either so... I also talked with this much older guy like until I was 17- his username he went under was Baron the Curse back in the day. He was a very mentoring figure as well to me and wasn't weird nor creepy at all. We just bullshitted a lot and he gave me advice for dealing with my teenage drama and angst. We just kinda drifted apart and had got a really good job so I didn't hear from him much after that but fuck man... We just talked for 7-8 years. That post made me all nostalgic from back in the day of all the people I talked to online for so fucking long.
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2016-07-27 at 10:29 PM UTCI would bet you a bag of double-chocolate donuts to a bag of live grenades with the pins already pulled that Lanny has broken some hearts somewhere out there in cyberland.
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2016-07-27 at 11:31 PM UTC
That story reminds me of some shit back in the day I haven't thought about in a long time when I was about 10. I met this guy in a chatroom. We began talking regularly and he had just turned 18. This was when my depression began to manifest to degrees I was conciously aware of and beginning to grasp what depression and suicidal ideation was… I guess we met because I was subconsciously seeking help and this guy was genuinely trying to be helpful though he was suffering from his own chronic depression. Im sure most people off the bat assume this was some pervert but he never in the 4 years we communicated ever asked, insinuated anything sexual, or asked me for for dirty pictures or anything- we just talked about our lives, and different interests, and he always seemed to be extremely positive inspite of the shit he was dealing with to me and sorta tried to be mentor figure to me, I suppose, now I look back on it. He would send me birthday cards and post cards when he went on vacation with his family and I would sneak around and we would talk on the phone now and again. I came to understand this guy was chronicly depressed and even found out, when he would drop off the radar for months at a time, that he over the course of our friendship, had attempted suicide 3-4 times and was in the nutward from time to time. One day, it had been a very long time since hearing from him, I get a message from an email I didn't recognize and its him. He said shit had gone very bad and he had been keeping some things from me for a while, in sort of a way to 'protect' me. Well, we arrange and he calls me. For the last year and a half he had been living with his boyfriend (I didn't know he was bisexual, but he had talked about an ex girlfriend before he was all torn up over losing) who was dealing cocaine and was very abusive. He said that he got the shit beat out of him and ended up in the hospital for a week and then after being released he had attempted suicide again and came close to succeedingband was admitted for 2 more weeks and I then in the lunnybin for a couple months (he verified this shit for me). Anyway, we began to talk again andbhe was living in some halfway house sorta shit and one night we talked again he was extremely depressed and I know he was contemplating suicide again. I tried to tell him to keep his head up an shit would be better… Well, he just dropped off the face of the earth and I never heard from him again. I always wondered what happened to him. Hopefully he just dropped everything and rebuilt his life and moved on. Maybe he was a very elaborate troll (I doubt it because I did get in touch with relatives of his whom he was estranged from but acknowledged him, that they knew him, but refused to speak about him at all). Never found an obituary either so… I also talked with this much older guy like until I was 17- his username he went under was Baron the Curse back in the day. He was a very mentoring figure as well to me and wasn't weird nor creepy at all. We just bullshitted a lot and he gave me advice for dealing with my teenage drama and angst. We just kinda drifted apart and had got a really good job so I didn't hear from him much after that but fuck man… We just talked for 7-8 years. That post made me all nostalgic from back in the day of all the people I talked to online for so fucking long.
Probably harmless pedo chums. Where did you even hang out on the internet at age 10 talking to strangers lol? -
2016-07-27 at 11:44 PM UTCJust drink alcohol and everything will be awwwwwwwwriggghttt *cracks a Stella Artois*
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2016-07-28 at 1:37 AM UTCDis nigga high y'all!!
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2016-07-28 at 2:11 AM UTCSomething... something... robinhoody... something.
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2019-03-27 at 2:07 PM UTClanny again
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2019-03-27 at 2:47 PM UTC
Originally posted by The Self Taught Man I've done it. I used to play this game called "Isketch" that had a big chat community and I always pretended to be a girl. I started doing it when I was 8 years old and got bored when I was about 16. I pretended to be this dudes girlfriend for 2 years and he would make me ms paint art and then one day I vanished, never signed into my MSN account again. I heard he was suicidal after that.
I'm still friends with this dutch guy I met on there when I was 12 years old, he was friends with the guy I catfished.
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2019-03-27 at 2:48 PM UTC
