An example of how gf1 messes with your head
 

I was browsing another forum and saw a topic entitled "Killing people is like squashing an ant:" former US soldier (Pfc. Green) and instead of thinking "Whoa...what a shitty attitude!" or "That guy's fucked in the head!", the first thing that came into my mind was "Is that the dude from aa.com that went to join the army/navy/air-force and then vanished, never to be seen or heard from again?" oOo:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060730/ts ... itaryprobe

Doesn't appear to be him coz this psycho wasn't in the Navy. calmdown:

FBI MR.BUTTOCKS WE KNOW YOU HAVE THE CHILDREN

FUCK YOU COPPA!!! JUDAS AND I ARE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL HE'S FINISHED WITH THEM!!!

CUT YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU ARE EMO.

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i know what you mean buttocks. In my mind, "lol" is said instead of haha or whatever is was before LOL. im fucked for lyfe LOL

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What a fucking douche bag...

its the damned heat. i cant stand the fucking heat. 106 degrees, crappy air conditioning. ITS MELTING MY ALREADY NONEXISTANT BRAINS!

douche bag

lamest. ban. ever.

k stupid:

you i love. sorry for you having to see this. infact, just log out and dont return until i am banned, my posts cleaned, and then wash your eyes!

painfully bad.

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]

strvs if its so bad, why the fuck dont you just ignore it?