Lol coming from a ball of lard w/ no aspirations in life

I'm laughing hard

Bet ur parents of proud of having a fucking a son that look like a fucking katamari ball rolled over every strain of disease known to man. Only to have it concentrated in his godforsaken face

Boy stahhp

Go ride a four wheeler down a steep embankment

I'm tired of you trying to salvage an existence through me

No. I'm untouchable

Your dispensable

Go away

Tsk tsk you're doing it again Muff. Don't derail from the fact that you literally made something up about someone and you "heard" yada yada. Boy, you didn't hear shit, you lied. Sad & funny at the same time but I guess people without the proper attention in life constantly reach for more. So I'm done doing so Muff. You are a Loser, end of story. Goodbye.

Stfu you two...pancake is back :D

Lol who carrrres nigga

Go pop a pimple or something dog

yay!

To dear diary this, I honestly didn't guest this site much in my self-glorified absence. At first the weaning was difficult. Well, let me start at the beginning. This all began with the now legendary AIM chats between myself, Certain, Witty, big baby, Fig, Split, and CopyPat. We're cool people, because we AIM chat over our text rap forum bond in 2014. Anyways, one night I was drunk, like many a night. I had previously felt the inkling of lameness over my commitment to this site. So a number of factors melded together to lead me to publicly leaving this site. My level of alcohol consumption. The level of low level faggotry the board was experiencing (I now see that with Muff's continued posting and Clayton being a thing now that it's only gotten worse). Losing money at blackjack. Split Eight intimating that if he was my age on this board he'd kill himself. It's as if something in my central nervous system snapped, with all these factors. I started making topics, with my drunken fingers. I posted 'Easy Rider' by Action Bronson a lot. I gave my closing remarks as if it was a funeral. Things were said. I left. I really did leave, bros.

I will say that I ghosted to start, like I said. GOOD LORD BROS, IF THERE WAS A NETCEES-TINE PATCH, I WOULD'VE WORN IT. But there isn't, so I didn't. I immersed myself in Chess and alcohol and work and things. Eventually, I really did stop coming here. Period. Then, a week or so (?) after that happened I realized it. This is the relapsing moment that every addict knows. When the absence becomes obvious, known again. Then the itch came.

What if Bags had a heretofore unknown STD?

What if big baby was literally fighting Hush in real life on liveleak?

What if Knuck was black?

So I opened my browser. I typed in the letter 'n'. Chrome filled in the rest. Like a black youth on the corner, Chrome. "Just click it, Dan". "I got that fire, Dan."

You know me too well, Chrome.

So I did. And what was I to find? Fifteen Clayton topics. Muff triple posting posts that didn't deserve being posted at all. The Open Mic dying; great pieces being unfed. The AOWL dying.

I won't lie to you, I cried that day, bros.

But I held off. I didn't make a new account, no. I ghosted every few days. It only got worse. But I held strong. You've quit, Dan. Ok, I've quit.

But then...


HARK!

DESTRO

PANCAKE [SPACE] BRAH

Be still my heart.

Don't.

This can't.






























































































































































I must return.

I cried.

meh.

if you ever leave the frozen tundra of rapey felon white dudes working in mines for charleston i will be happy to tell you all kinds of things

I've been thinking of moving, honestly.

And don't ever 'meh' me, Diode. I see through your hardened shell. You love cakebro.

Hey, Cake. I'm glad you're not dead.

Thank you. In return, I'm glad you're not a future father.

dancake let's discuss the bears

They're a shit show. If you're going to bench Cutler at least start Fales? Clausen is a known, shit, quantity. This is Tressman trying to save his job by proving he can make anyone but Cutler into a passable NFL QB. I was a Tressman fan. I think he's an OC, for another team, at best now. He can't lead a locker room.

But even that analysis forgets the real problems with this team. The offensive line is shit. Our linebackers are the worst in the league. Besides Fuller our secondary is horrible horseshit.

Forte's getting older. Our receivers got hurt. We have no depth.

We had a legit shot at a playoff spot if everything broke right. Everything broke even and then regression hit.

I pray for Rex Ryan. If the Jets are dumb enough to let him go and he comes to Chicago I'll be a happy man. We'll be bad for a few years but I'd trust him. I actually kind of like Emery as a GM so hopefully he stays.

Shit year, man.

I have herpes type 1

Welcome back.

That's pretty common.

I expect more out of you.

Welcome back, I guess. Hope you stay this time.

It's kind of an ironic year to be a Cowboys-turned-Panthers fan, m i right?

inb4 idc jerruh needs 2 go

ADMIT YOUR HEART HATES THIS

I let a 300lb hawaiin finger my ass with a condom on her hand and i have pics of us together?

lol

You're the worst poster this site has ever seen. I didn't even post and you made me rage quit this site.

You'll make these anti-anti-ironic topics. And everyone knows you're trying to funny anti-anti-ironic. You're the worst person I've ever met on line or in real life. You have a pug's face with poodle's persona. You have belly eye rolls. Your chin has more lines than a Chyeah SnF verse. Fuck you.