Nah, that place was my home for four years, but now it's overrun by 13 year olds.

I'm pretty b.net has always been overrun by 13 year olds.  Hell, even most of the people here that joined the offsite were probably 13 year olds when they first made an account on b.net.  It's such a silly comment for you to make.

Why didn't you share?

Because I'm fat.

The only pie I accept is cherry.

Interesting, I thought it would be cream...

bip bop zibbidy zop jello pudding

Quote from: Synergenic Flux on October 07, 2014, 09:12:17 AM

Camnator seems to have left me hanging.

Are you hanging with booty around your neck?

Darn right I am.

Yeah, I really prefer b.net over this place most of the time.

Are you guys seriously going to bitch over a fucking title bar?  Jesus Christ.

Nice job. It could really piss of alot of fedora lovers and Bronies. Still it is okay.

And people who identify as trisexual apaches.

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Quote from: Synergenic Flux on October 06, 2014, 12:54:37 PM

Eventually it will reach a peak of activity and slowly decrease.  It's just how it works for everything.

It could be soon and it may not, it just depends on how much the activity changes in the foreseeable future.

Not when stats show nothin but growth. We're gonna be fine for a while.

Fuel can only burn so long, and it seems that most of the fuel from b.net has been used. 

Quote from: Synergenic Flux on October 06, 2014, 12:54:37 PM

Eventually it will reach a peak of activity and slowly decrease.  It's just how it works for everything.

It could be soon and it may not, it just depends on how much the activity changes in the foreseeable future.

I had just gotten back home from the fedora shop just down a few blocks from my house as I just purchased a special, black fedora that I had my eyes on for quite some time.  Before I reached for the door, I wiped my hands on a handkerchief I kept in my front pocket to get rid of the doritos stains on my hand.  After taking the time to clean my hands, I adjusted my new fedora, took hold of the door handle, and stepped inside.  I made my way up the staircase just a few feet in front of the main entrance as I headed up to my room.  I could hear a voice yelling to me from down below.

"Hi, son, dinner's almost ready,"  my mother said in her raspy voice.  I stopped in my tracks to take the time to yell back at her.  I said in an authoritative voice, "How many times must I tell you, you cisgendered pig?  I'm a trisexual apache and I would prefer if you addressed me as such."  Continuing my journey, I finally managed to make it to my room.  I carefully took off my new fedora and trench coat and placed them both on their respective hangers in my closet.  After glancing over my prized collection of 20 fedoras and 13 trench coats, I waddled my way over to my desk and sat down in my cozy chair. 

I turned on my computer and began to open up my favorite MLP rule 34 when I suddenly heard a knock at my door and a familar voice.  "Are you coming downstairs for dinner?  It's spaghetti tonight, your favorite,"  my mother said.  "Can't I have some alone time for once, woman?  I'm tired of being oppressed by your presence,"  I said before letting out a sigh and returning to my daily routine.  While continuing to masturbate to my favorite sfm webm of fluttershy, my door was knocked down and a large figure stood at the door.  It was my dad.

"Why the hell won't you listen to your mother and come downstairs for supper?  Do I have to beat you again?"  he yelled across the room as his gaze was locked dead on my eyes.  "I will once you let me have my alone time," I said before turning back to the computer screen.  Angered by this, my father walked over to the computer and saw fluttershy getting shat all over.  "What the frack are you watching?  I can't believe my son is watching this bullshit," he said as he grabbed the computer screen.  "If you won't come downstairs because of this filth, I'll just have to get rid of this."  He ripped out the wires to my desktop and carried the desktop over to the window.  I tried to stop him, but my hands were too greasy and I was only 5'3" while he was 6'2".  As my attempt was in vain, my father took my computer and through it out of the 2nd floor window onto the driveway below. smashing it to pieces. 

He then turned to me and slowly took off his belt.  "You know what I'm going to have to do now since you won't listen," he spoke.  My father pulled down my pants and began to whip me with his belt while my mother watched from the door entrance, having heard all of the commotion from downstairs.  I cried in anguish as I would never again be able to masturbate to my wonderful fluttershy while my father released all of his anger on my sacred ass cheeks.  I spent the rest of my night curled up in my bed thinking about her.

I'll have plenty of penguin and poop related topics ready for when the time comes.   
What about you guys?

I was born in '95 and lived on a small cudesac that I have barely any memories of before moving to this remote road with lake front property across the street from my 2 story house that was very sizeable and had access to the hiking trails right from the backyard that went all the way around the lake to the town park on the other side of the peninsula one way and the other way led to the stables where my mother had two horses.  I pretty much had a lonely childhood with like only one consistent friend I talked to and hanged out with a lot who had moved to Arkansas a few years ago.  The only other friend I really had was the son of my dad's friend whom he considered to practically be a brother and I referred to him and his wife as Uncle and Aunt.

 I did pretty decently well in elementary school where I went to a small school in kindergarden.  At the same time during the summer, I ended up getting hit by a car, but thankfully nothing was broken at all.  I eventually went to a new elementary school a couple towns over.  There,I had one person who came to kind of bully me at first, but then we kind of got to be friends.  I made a few friends there and I actually seemed to do well academically.  Eventually, tensions between my parents led to me going from the elementary school I went to a couple towns over to another private school in the same town that I lived in. 

People thought of me as the kid that would one day shoot up the school and I was often bullied for being fat, and as I look back, I was practically an autistic fuck.  Then, I managed to graduate from middle school right before the school closed down and went on to high school in an all boys private high school.  I wasn't bullied, but people still thought of me as the next Columbine shooter.  I actually got quite a few more friends then and I was a little happier.  I was also in some history video project I did that I just look so cringey in.  It's on youtube and maybe I'd post it, but I'd rather not look like an idiot. 

Then from there, I'm now in college with a few new people I've gotten to know and I have a group of 4 friends including myself that I hang out with.  The first semester was fun, but the 2nd semester came and I started to feel like I just don't belong because everyone has some kind of special friendship, with 2 of them now dating, the 2 chicks thinking of themselves as soul sisters, and the guy and the non-dating land whale as brother and sister.  I'm kind of the smartest of the group, as much as I don't want to be an ass to say it, but probably because I'm the only one who really seems to study or take any tests seriously, especially those pertaining to our major. 

Honestly, that's all I can really say about my shitty and lonely fucking life.  At least I feel a little better saying all the shit I need to say about it that I would publicly share.

How do you know?!!

Who talked??

I ain't telling.
>.>
<.<

Quote from: Synergenic Flux on October 04, 2014, 11:20:57 PM

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Quote from: TBlocks on October 04, 2014, 11:13:37 PM

Hey, I may be 10 years old, but I am most certainly not a baby.

I'mma go tell my mom if you don't stop making fun of me.

But I already talked to her last night.

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