User Controls

  1. 1
  2. 2
  3. 3
  4. ...
  5. 34
  6. 35
  7. 36
  8. 37
  9. 38
  10. 39
  11. ...
  12. 46
  13. 47
  14. 48
  15. 49

Thanked Posts by RestStop

  1. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by Needledick_Needledick_Needledick This hangover

    Maybe I should be a fag and go to the hospital or something. I could shit & piss myself to make it seem legit.

    Ughh I have a hangover and I haven't drank since November. Idk WTF this is I wake up with a headache, sore eyes and my sinuses generally just fucked in general.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  2. RestStop Space Nigga
    Also this :

    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  3. RestStop Space Nigga
    This man is most definitely made of the hardest texture my brethren.

    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  4. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by Malice Literally just spent 21 hours masturbating. Beat that motherfuckers. Do I have the site record? I wasn't even on drugs! (Well, except for Nardil.)

    FFS get a freakin' hooker bro.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  5. RestStop Space Nigga
    Lanny already posted this song in a thread before the lyrics do be fly tho':

    and i listened to pump fake 3000 times and wished i could find my place, my generation.
    sitting home alone after a fucking shitty show where no one showed up like they said they would.
    and now we're grown ups. we're fucking grown up. with a bummed out swan song wasted on closed ears.
    fuck this fuck everything no one even cares i wish they would care.
    i hope that i die so people might listen to the songs i write, or wrote.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  6. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by benny vader i just had a dream where i relapsed and smoke again.

    great feeling, i can feel my throat tightening as it burn as toxic, nicotine laced smokes course thru it …

    on topic tho ….

    never had nightmares cos i'm not a phaggott. real men have exiting dreams that phaggotts call nightmares cos they cant deal with the excitement.

    You could call them "unconscious adventures".
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  7. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by HampTheToker Exposo
    Snoopy
    Slag
    Bumble
    Poast_bortem
    OMGPLZDONTBAN
    Figure ate (the crazy bastard)
    Jheit8
    Rolf


    Ugh, too tired to think of anyone else.

    Exposo..was that the guy who made threads/posted pics about wanting to fuck his sister? Whoever it was his threads were always hilarious and full of lolz again especially the sister related ones.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  8. RestStop Space Nigga
    You are actually doing what the government DOESN't want. They troll and set up elaborate hoaxes thinly veiled as "tragedies" so all these wing nut fuck conspiracy theorists come out and spout endless horse shit about how it's all about oil and shit. Truth tbh braj? It's all set up to sell more dog kennels...yes dog kennels. Apparently dogs are into some shady shit.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  9. RestStop Space Nigga
    Talkin like that in the real world will get your toes sucked dawg
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  10. RestStop Space Nigga
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  11. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by 霍比特人 Just saw a girl at school scratch her cunt. Its somehow so much dirtier when a girl does it. At least guys you know they're just adjusting something but she was like itching up there with a pencil behind her laptop. Maybe she had a yeast infection.

    Do you think "Hey baby u need some fluconazole?" is a good pickup line?

    That's not a bad one to start off with brah. I however usually go with the old tried and true "Hey is your Dad a thief? Because I saw him stealing from Walmart last week."
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  12. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by NARCassist what are you a fucking girl or summing?




    .

    Naw Brah it's a little known fact that tru OG Blood trap niggaz paint their fingernails before indeed "set tripping" something about the vibration in automatic assault weapons being tamed with nail polish.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  13. RestStop Space Nigga
    Fuck a job, I'm tryna get rich
    Want to see the diamonds on my wrist
    Get a little money, your family switch
    (Remember when they thought I wasn't gonna be shit)
    Now they wanna call me 'cause I got some change dawg
    (Telling me, "you changed dawg")
    I ain't doing this shit for the fame dawg
    Just love when I put my chain on
    The feeling that I get, when I'm laced up in Baguettes
    On my watch got VVS, I remember being stressed
    I had no diamonds, remember I couldn't afford
    Work on the floor, I hope they don't kick in the door
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  14. RestStop Space Nigga
    I found it sitting next to my car as I was leaving my apartment. I don’t know why I picked it up. How many countless pennies have I walked past as I’ve gone about my life? Dozens? Hundreds?

    Yet, for some reason, I was drawn to this one.

    This shabby, crusty old penny.

    When I got to my desk at work, I began to unload my pockets. Cell phone. Wallet. Keys. Penny.

    Phil, one of my colleagues, walked into my office. In his hands were two breakfast sandwiches from our favorite breakfast joint.

    “Hey, Steve. They only had enough bacon to do one sandwich. The other one is sausage. I know we both like bacon, so…wanna arm wrestle for it?” he laughed.

    I glanced down at the penny. Lincoln’s face, a nice shade of green, was staring up at me.

    “Let’s flip for it,” I said. “Winner gets the bacon.”

    Phil nodded as I flipped the coin. As it reached its apex, I called heads.

    It hit my palm and I flipped it onto the back of my hand.

    Heads!

    I polished off my sandwich and started going about my day.

    About an hour in I started to realize it was going to be a slow day. No new orders. No new e-mails. And every e-mail response I sent got an out-of-office reply. Obviously, it was the day before a holiday. Everyone was probably out enjoying their lives. Meanwhile, I was stuck in the office, staring at my Outlook.

    At around noon my boss walked in, Phil right behind him.

    “Ok, things are slow and people are cutting out early. I need at least one of you here in case the team has any issues,” my boss said. “Decide who will get to leave early.”

    As my boss left, I stared up at Phil.

    “Well, you got the bacon sandwich, sooo,” he said.

    “Hell no,” I said. “You got to cut out early last Friday…and the Friday before that.”

    “Ugh, come on, man. I got…plans…this afternoon,” he said awkwardly.

    I looked down at the penny. I swore ole Lincoln gave me a wink.

    “Let’s flip for it?” I said.

    It didn’t take me long to pack up and head for the door. I could feel Phil shooting daggers at me from behind. Sorry, old friend. But, today is my day! Tails never fails!

    I glanced down at the penny and gave it a knowing smile.

    I headed to Wal-Mart to buy my wife some flowers. I wanted to surprise her …maybe take her out to an early dinner.

    After Wal-Mart, I headed to the gas station and got gas. As I was paying, I spotted the lottery tickets. Hell, why not? Today was turning up good for me!

    Which one should I pick? I wondered. I grabbed the penny from my pocket. Heads, Seven Sevens. Tails, Lucky Rabbits Foot. I flipped the coin.

    Tails. Lucky Rabbits Foot.

    I scratched off the ticket as I stood at the cashier.

    One.

    Two.

    Three lucky rabbit feet!

    I scratched off the prize. $250!

    Luckily the cashier had enough to pay me the winnings. I skipped to my car, cash in hand, and headed home.

    I got to my apartment and headed for the door. It was left open a crack. My heart sank as I pushed it open slowly.

    I could hear the master bedroom shower running. My wife called out from it.

    “Hey, Phil! I’m just taking a quick shower. Sorry if you texted, my phone broke this morning!” she yelled.

    I felt my legs almost give out on me.

    I turned back around and slowly closed the door. I headed down the steps and got back in my car.

    I don’t remember driving. I don’t remember walking into the store either. But, next thing I knew I was standing in the hunting section of Wal-Mart.

    “What can I help you with?” a worker asked me as I stood by the glass case that held guns and knives.

    “Gun or knife?” he asked.

    I felt my right hand reach into my pocket to grab the lottery winnings. My left hand reached into my pocket to grab the penny.

    “Let’s flip for it,” I said.

    I stood outside the apartment door. It was closed now. Before I could reach for my key, it swung open, my wife in tears.

    “Steve, I…oh my God, I didn’t want you to find out this way,” she cried.

    I stepped inside. I saw Phil sitting on my chair in the living room.

    My chair.

    “Listen, Steve…I want you to know that…I want you to know that this has nothing to do with you,” she said between sobs.

    I walked up to Phil. He stood up, defiantly.

    “Listen, man,” he began. “I—“

    Before he could finish, I had plunged the knife deep into his abdomen. He stared into my eyes as his body began to go limp. Far away I could hear my wife’s screams.

    “Steve, oh my God! What did you do?!” she yelled.

    I turned to her, the bloody knife still clenched in my hand. She was on the floor, clinging to one of the kitchen chairs.

    “Steve, please don’t do this,” she said. “Please! Please don’t kill me!”

    I stopped a few feet from her and reached into my pocket to grab the penny.

    “Let’s flip for it,” I said.

    As I merge onto the highway, I lift the penny up in the air. It looks almost brand new. Shiny. Vibrant. Goddamn beautiful penny!

    I hit a bump in the road and hear the bodies shift in the trunk.

    Fuck.

    What the hell do I do with them?

    Do I bury them?

    Do I toss them?

    I look at the penny.

    “Let’s flip for it.”
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  15. RestStop Space Nigga
    Is Tor not loading for anyone else? I'm figuring everyone else thought it useless to be on the 4th and now there's a shit storm of vendors and junkies overloading it now that the postal holiday is over..
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  16. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by Needledick_Needledick_Needledick

    -Knowing

    LOL. Clicked on your thread to post this but couldn't remember the name.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  17. RestStop Space Nigga
    Ehh no mail and post offices aren't functioning which is detrimental to me so yeah fuck this day.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  18. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by hydromorphone I don't know if you're a dick for not getting that to 1337, or a saint… He did overdose on cocaine a few days ago.

    I haven't seen him on....PM me if you wish...
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  19. RestStop Space Nigga
    Originally posted by sploo i punched a pregnant woman in the face after stealing all of my neighbors alcohol. i'll go harder than you could ever dream of going for all eternity. you're a weak bitch

    Sploo's name in prison = "P.N.C." aka Professional Nut Catcher.
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  20. RestStop Space Nigga
    LOL this is Scrawny every time someone thanks his post:

    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  1. 1
  2. 2
  3. 3
  4. ...
  5. 34
  6. 35
  7. 36
  8. 37
  9. 38
  10. 39
  11. ...
  12. 46
  13. 47
  14. 48
  15. 49
Jump to Top