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Posts by Poast

  1. Poast Houston
    Miles down the road on this destitute journey, OMG and I are mobbing up the hill in his shitty beat up Camaro. It was his first car and he didn’t give a shit about it. We used to browse free piles just to find large objects to hit at full speed. The best we ever found was an old grandfather clock. But that’s another story. So we’re heading up the hill to his place, when we realize his redneck brother, and a truck full of his friends, are going slow in front of us. They’re all cooler than us because they have a bigger gang, we’re reject stoners at this stage. In the back window of their pickup, they’re all jeering at us and flipping us the bird, daring us to tempt fate. OMG is older than me, but I out rank him in experience so he does whatever I say to an extent. I tell him, “ram them.” He looks over at me hesitantly, and asked if I meant what I said. I nod, this is our moment to show these rednecks we’re crazier than they are. OMG puts on his game face, buckles down, and speeds up significantly, smashing into the rear end of whoever’s truck was driving OMG’s brother up the hill. Their truck lightly fishtails, but they regain control. The whole demeanor in the truck has changed, they went from jeering and on top of the world, to absolutely ass blasted. These are rednecks we’re talking about, their trucks are their life blood. At this point all of them are hanging out the window screaming that they’re gonna kick our asses. We didn’t give a fuck. They were pussies, because they never kicked our asses. And what we did in that moment goes down as legend between OMG and I.
  2. Poast Houston
    Homemade History.
  3. Poast Houston
    I have a story. One night I’m heading to bed, minding my own business, when I hear a loud crash on my back porch, followed by a pounding on my sliding glass door. It’s OMG, absolutely trashed and delirious, worse than I’ve probably ever seen him. See, OMG is a drinker, and a fiend, but tonight he’s crazier than usual, and he wakes up my father. We can tell he’s in no shape to hike up the hill and sleep it off, so we try our best to reason with him and coax him inside to sleep on the coach in my bedroom. He’s not having any of that, not, one, bit. As we’re trying to get him to calm down and come inside, he stumbles backwards and falls off my porch into the mud and onto a garden hose. My dad, being an old school party guy turned sober, is visibly furious with all the racket and tries to take the father figure approach with OMG, demanding that he get up, be a man, get inside, and STFU. OMG is too busy fighting the hose he fell on, at this point he’s become completely tangled in the hose, and is yelling and flailing around freaking out. My dad turns his back on OMG in complete disgust, as I’m rummaging around in the dark trying to help him get up. He’s bigger than me and soaking wet so I back off out of fear, and disgust. He’s running on all cylinders and eventually gains footing, running off into the night, either embarrassed or spooked by his encounter with the infamous wild California garden snake. He’s found a block away by someone outside the only liquor store in the area, passed out or overdosing on booze. They take him to the hospital. The hospital his Mother works at. There was no way for him to play that off. He was busted. And my father never looked at him the same. To this day, no matter what OMG does, at the mention of his name my father let’s out a chuckle and says “how is that fucking dumbass doing anyways?” His parents don’t even remember who I am.
  4. Poast Houston
    When I was 17, I was in a 90mph truck rollover down the highway with two other guys. We rolled through the center medium and into the upcoming lane. When we stopped, the cab ripped off the chassis with the driver and I inside, but not before tossing the passenger, the pinning him under the cab. When I crawled out of the wreckage, the first car that would have hit the cab had it not stopped was a semi truck. The driver locked his wrist into the steering wheel as we were fishtailing, and shattered it. He also fractured vertebrae in his neck, and ended up with tons of face scars. Passenger shattered an arm as well, had brain swelling, broken ribs and a collapsed lung. He was bleeding out of his ears as we pulled him out from under the cab. He was suffocating under the weight. I walked away with a few stitches in my back and staples in my head. It was the drivers 18th birthday so we was legally responsible for endangering us, both minors, plus drunk driving, reckless driving, they threw the book at him. He spent the better part of a year on his couch letting his neck heal, then they hauled him off to jail for the better part of another year, suspended his license for 5 years. Probably the worst 18th birthday story I’ve ever been involved in.
  5. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by BummyMofo Tribal Indians or Pajeet Indians?

    Feather or Dot?
  6. Poast Houston
    This is bullshit. OMG just got banned on both accounts for making himself and everyone else 100% custom lolcats. Lanny what the fuck? PLZUNBAN is bringing us quality content. So what if he’s talking to himself.

    FREE OMGPLZDNTBAN.
  7. Poast Houston
    Ignorance truly is bliss, and I wish that I could go back.
  8. Poast Houston
    I don’t want copies of any of that shit floating around right now. Should have saved it all when you had the chance boys. Rest assured, I have multiple backed up copies of everything I’ve ever made, and it will all be released permantately sometime in the next 10 years. OMG knows why. That’s the best I can do.

    And CASPER, I don’t owe you shit. Love ya big guy, but we’re square. You got to experience our content when it was fresh off the presses, and that was more than worth a couple shitty Dominos pizzas. You were ballin’ at the time anyways.
  9. Poast Houston
    OP is a pedophile himself. When he sees wholesome, normal pictures of a father with a daughter, OP imagines himself as the father, fucking the daughter. Very dark stuff.

    OP’s psycho sexual sadism is projected onto anyone who threatens his ability to victimize others. In this case, Trump is an authority figure in OP’s eyes. So OP reveals himself by calling his opposition exactly what he’s pretending not to be. We get it OP, you want to rape kids unhindred. You’ve been posting about it for months now. What do we have to do to help you move past this?
  10. Poast Houston
    You’re confusing Michael with some other depth groveler that I must have done dirty. No shortage of those running around. No, see Michael was a saint, a true vagabond, and much like the Jesus Christ, I didn’t truly understand the full scope of his divinity until it was too late. Now I live with the weight of that pain, knowing I looked down on a poor man in his moment of weakness, knowing his spirit is out there, waiting, watching, respecting what I did for him in the end, but also knowing that I’m a fallen man, who took advantage of the helpless for a chance at fame and glory. I’ll take his memory to my grave. I have no choice in the matter. When you touch the ether, it sticks with you. It’s like losing a limb. You’re never the same.
  11. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by aldra Oh yeah have you seen Michael since those videos got pulled from j'ewtube?

    Last we ever saw him was when he left our building with everything he needed to skip town and start a new life. I like to believe that’s what he did. But I suspect he drank himself to death in the bushes with the half gallon of whiskey we gave him. There’s been rumors, murmurs rather, about him around town, unconfirmed sightings, here, there, you never know with these things. Michael was a free spirit with, abilities. When he’s ready to be witnessed again, he’ll make his presence known. Until then, his legend lives on, eternal, immortal, a god among men, his mantra forever written in the stars and in our hearts - “GET BENT.”
  12. Poast Houston
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YEyXcrSH_Vg
  13. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by OG_GREENPLASTIC_JOHNSON_III it doesn't make sense and you still go off and start talking about god or other shit. you're just lost in the conversation and grasping at straws desperately now

    I tried to give you advice but you obviously have it all figured out. You don’t want to ascend, I doubt you even want answers to your half baked questions. Your mind has been made up. Why did you make this thread anyways?
  14. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by fucking_weirdo lol how did you never consider it when it was so obvious in the OP and in my replies? you were having a totally different conversation where you already predetermined what it was you thought i (should be?) saying and just decided to write about that instead? why do people do that? is it too difficult to actually read and process something? but then why pretend? just take a break or something ffs…

    I was being sarcastic. I considered and came to terms with the concept 15 years ago at least. I was really hoping you’d recognize that I was just making fun of you. Sorry man...
  15. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by fucking_weirdo the point of the thread and my subsequent posts in it was its better to be uncomfortable sometimes (maybe almost all the time) and have a more engaging experience with life, even if while you're doing it you're kind of like "this sucks" sometimes.

    Guess I never considered that.

    Originally posted by fucking_weirdo

    "Toys Die Easy." Lol. That guy obviously hasn't met SENTRY. It's easy to write something on a graf wall at a bar and cover your face. You don't have the stamina to gain real infamy with a pen. Ask my buddy OMGPLZDNTBAN, he'll prolly make you a 100% custom lolcat for your trouble. Because legends are forever.
  16. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by Unwyred Good. Taking your advice, getting more of my shit together. Been fixing up my house.

    That's the spirit. Been reading much?

    Got a couple recommendations for you.

    Sea Wolf - Jack London
    Armour - John Steakley
  17. Poast Houston
    It's fine. Not trying to preach god because I'm not a believer myself, just saying it's as probable as anything else in the grand scheme of things, that true ascension is possible, and that chance/karma is actually something far more real and eternal than we can possibly understand. Believe what makes you comfortable.

    Originally posted by OG_GREENPLASTIC_JOHNSON_III my point is that comfort is basically the opposite of experience, and experience is what makes life interesting. comfort makes it pleasant but boring.

    Originally posted by OG_GREENPLASTIC_JOHNSON_III alright for real its cold outside this shit is about to be uncomfortable.
  18. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by mmQ I think all I was saying is I dont believe in karma and just as many good things happen to "undeserving" people as they do to deserving folk.

    You're right. Innocent people, especially children, suffer and die for no reason everywhere. How can you quantify that? You can't. I just meant, if you're a scumbag regularly, I feel that not only will you bring about scumbag shit onto yourself, but maybe, possibly, there is evil lurking in our peripherals, shadows, straight up demons or evil spirits, that feed on your fucked up behavior. I'm not claiming anything for certain, just saying, chance/karma, we haven't proven that's it's not cosmic or godly, so don't count your chickens before they hatch.
  19. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by A College Professor WOW, Mind. fucking. blown.

    I've been doing it for years, that's why it's so easy to spot.
  20. Poast Houston
    Originally posted by mmQ I get it. It's just subjective. You can say your statement with opposite terms and it's true too.

    That's the funny thing about subjectivism, it can be used to negate any obvious truth, even when it's right in front of your face. A better word for it would be contrarianism, because really you're just trying to argue that something obvious isn't true so that you look edgy and smart. By all means tho, use subjectivist language to tear down every established foundation this society has, you're gonna fit right in with modernity.
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