Put your rants here.

[Xdqwerty]

Be prepared for a lot of f bombs.

 

[The Catboy]

Women

 

[impeeza]

rats! I need just need Costello give me my Christmas present now.

 

[Slymone]

All breads taste de same.

 

[SAIYAN48]

In this technological age, why can't I get a simple computer helpdesk job?

 

[impeeza]

In this technological age, why can't I get a simple computer helpdesk job?

because all of them are outsourced to India an benecualanos in other countries.

 

[p1ngpong]

I am p1ngpong, I ascended the plain of this forum eons ago. At one time I valued the words that people wrote here, I thought the pictures and posts from others were something to aspire to and look up to. Now I watch from afar, head lowered in shame, is this really something I held of value? Is this really something I aspired to?

To think at one time the the approval of others here was important to me. All the effort and nights of work I dedicated to this place have been forgotten, nobody cares.

Even I do not care.

For what? A few minutes or days of internet fame from a handful of people. To get a reply or a quote, patting me on the back for a job well done? In my era likes were not even a thing. Those efforts are long gone and unrecorded, lost in the deluge of content that followed it all.

Do I regret the hours, the thought, the efforts put forth? The answer is no. Most of what I have done has been forgotten but I still remember. I remember the good times when a single post was met with laughter, and awe and respect.

And although for the most part I crave these things no longer there will forever be a desire in me to capture those moments one more time. Even if it is for a second, And celebrate a witty turn of phrase or creative post with my fellow members one more time.

I guess nothing has changed in reality. Attention still is a wonderful drug. When I lower my head in shame it is at myself. I am no different and no better than anyone else.

This is why I crave it still.

Fuckin frickin fuck fick fivourlous feck.

 

[impeeza]

We don't forget you P1ngpong!

 

[K3Nv2]

I hate myself.

 

[Veho]

We don't forget you P1ngpong!

I want to hear you call my name
I want to feel your touch on me again
When you're gone I can't go on
Nothing feels the same
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
I wanna hold you in my arms
I want to feel our bodies moving as one
When you're gone I can't go on
Without you, I am done
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
I will never let you go
I will never let you go
I will never let you go
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
No I won't forget you, won't forget you
I will never let you go

 

[CoolMe]

Fuckin frickin fuck fick fivourlous feck.

I beg you don't cry

 

[SylverReZ]

I am p1ngpong, I ascended the plain of this forum eons ago. At one time I valued the words that people wrote here, I thought the pictures and posts from others were something to aspire to and look up to. Now I watch from afar, head lowered in shame, is this really something I held of value? Is this really something I aspired to?

To think at one time the the approval of others here was important to me. All the effort and nights of work I dedicated to this place have been forgotten, nobody cares.

Even I do not care.

For what? A few minutes or days of internet fame from a handful of people. To get a reply or a quote, patting me on the back for a job well done? In my era likes were not even a thing. Those efforts are long gone and unrecorded, lost in the deluge of content that followed it all.

Do I regret the hours, the thought, the efforts put forth? The answer is no. Most of what I have done has been forgotten but I still remember. I remember the good times when a single post was met with laughter, and awe and respect.

And although for the most part I crave these things no longer there will forever be a desire in me to capture those moments one more time. Even if it is for a second, And celebrate a witty turn of phrase or creative post with my fellow members one more time.

I guess nothing has changed in reality. Attention still is a wonderful drug. When I lower my head in shame it is at myself. I am no different and no better than anyone else.

This is why I crave it still.

Fuckin frickin fuck fick fivourlous feck.

I never forget my god.

 

[CoolMe]

I never forget my god.

Sadly for you P1ngy rejects the fakemons

 

[SylverReZ]

Sadly for you P1ngy rejects the fakemons

Nuh uh.

 

[CoolMe]

Nuh uh.

Unless you're willing to repent (eternally) for your sins, if you know what i mean

 

[hippy dave]

All breads taste de same.

I misread this as "all breasts taste de same", and thought that's not true at all.

 

[CoolMe]

I misread this as "all breasts taste de same", and thought that's not true at all.

First-hand experience?

 

[hippy dave]

First-hand experience?

I mean I haven't tasted all of them (yet) but enough to know there's a delicious variety.

 

[CoolMe]

I mean I haven't tasted all of them (yet) but enough to know there's a delicious variety.

Gotta taste 'em all!

 

[SylverReZ]

Gotta taste 'em all!

Are you a Pokemon? Cause I wanna Pikachu and taste 'em all!

I misread this as "all breasts taste de same", and thought that's not true at all.

1/10 - too weak and tastes very salty.