I could live a million years and I could spend every minute of it doing important things. But at the end of it all, I would have only lived half a life if I had not raised a son. This was a gift that was handed to you. You squandered it. And the reason you have so much hatred in your heart is because you're trying to fill a hole where your kid was supposed to go. And now it's too late. Now you're just stomping around, trying to prove you exist. Well, mission accomplished. But here's a question I'd like to pass on to you from every son of every crap dad that ever lived: so what? I'm done with you. He's done with you. The world is done with you.

Are yo quotin n something or just writng a book/

Quoting Community, only the best sitcom ever.

Quote from: SecondClass on April 02, 2015, 02:51:13 AM

Quote from: Sandtrap on April 02, 2015, 02:43:31 AM

Are yo quotin n something or just writng a book/

Quoting Community, only the best sitcom ever.

Fukc lauhg tracks.

Sitcom =/= laugh track

Seinfeld is a sitcom.

Also, are you drunk or something? If so, that's sweet.

Ass if I'd ever drinl. No. Decided  t o stay up all night fo no particula resone.

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My theory:

Sandtrap is overdosing on elephant sedatives.

Quote from: Sigma617 on April 02, 2015, 03:01:59 AM

My theory:

Sandtrap is overdosing on elephant sedatives.

Over tired form wokr toda y is all. And had som suppper. Took some meds an shit.

You're typing like you're drunk or on heavy drugs. Hell, I'm stoned as hell right now but I can still write coherently