"Bleh"

[Chuck]

There's a distinct smell of wet cardboard lingering in the air; accompanied by the yodeling of insufferable knobheads as they make their way to the muddy trails nearby. The house is in a busy stir, and the folks are more rowdy than they usually are. Must be the holidays again.

Just the other day I got a call from a relative of mine -- my grandmother. She said, in her raspy tone, that ol' Uncle Mike got divorced... again. I'm not too surprised at this, personally, but I can't help but feel bad for the guy. He may not be a gent in any sort of standing, but everyone deserves a little bit of happiness every once in a while... right? Losing his job didn't seem to help much either. At least he's free from the abuse of that relationship.

Dating is a joke at this point. Apparently I'm incapable of finding anyone fun who isn't a lesbian - in Alabama of all fucking places - or already taken. Either I'm incredibly undesirable or some divine figure has superimposed Gilbert Gottfried head and voice over my own (I'm going with the latter here). I feel this has contributed greatly to my lack of motivation lately.

Down here in the swamp there isn't much else to do besides hikki-activities or acting like a knobhead... sometimes both. Occasionally I'll venture out into the outer boundaries of hicksville, but those occurrences are few and far between. Often I find myself here, in front of a luminescent monitor, making dorky jokes and overusing the quaint coolface emote. Sometimes porn is involved. Even these tasks seem to be decreasing in frequency nowadays.

Times are dismal, and it seems like my ties to others are being systematically cut away - family and friends alike. People are growing up; living life to the fullest, and have no time for sharing internet idioms anymore. More and more relatives are enduring one financial crisis after another. They don't have the time or resources to venture out here and have a good time. We're better off than them, but the lack of people at our next gathering will definitely be a depressing point.

In case you haven't noticed by now: I'm very much a family person - true to southern stereotype and free from the privileges of properly-aligned teeth. They were around for just about everything. Teaching me how to speak, giving me sage advice, and even tending to my constant state of inferiority complexes. I can't say how saddened I'll be to be without their solace this time around.

And here I am, typing this terrible article, throwing myself to the mercy of a community who has no interest in such petty bullshit. Reading through this article: I can't help but feel like a whiny twat, but an overall feeling of "bleh" seems to eclipse it. Maybe this venting will help; maybe it won't.

Between this current situation and the sound of Cory in the House in the other room, I can't decide which makes me more sick.

[Indigo]

not an article

[Reku]

... Ouch. (Indigo laying down the smackdown)

[dr. shitlizard]

There's a distinct smell of wet cardboard lingering in the air; accompanied by the yodeling of insufferable knobheads as they make their way to the muddy trails nearby. The house is in a busy stir, and the folks are more rowdy than they usually are. Must be the holidays again.

Just the other day I got a call from a relative of mine -- my grandmother. She said, in her raspy tone, that ol' Uncle Mike got divorced... again. I'm not too surprised at this, personally, but I can't help but feel bad for the guy. He may not be a gent in any sort of standing, but everyone deserves a little bit of happiness every once in a while... right? Losing his job didn't seem to help much either. At least he's free from the abuse of that relationship.

Dating is a joke at this point. Apparently I'm incapable of finding anyone fun who isn't a lesbian - in Alabama of all fucking places - or already taken. Either I'm incredibly undesirable or some divine figure has superimposed Gilbert Gottfried head and voice over my own (I'm going with the latter here). I feel this has contributed greatly to my lack of motivation lately.

Down here in the swamp there isn't much else to do besides hikki-activities or acting like a knobhead... sometimes both. Occasionally I'll venture out into the outer boundaries of hicksville, but those occurrences are few and far between. Often I find myself here, in front of a luminescent monitor, making dorky jokes and overusing the quaint coolface emote. Sometimes porn is involved. Even these tasks seem to be decreasing in frequency nowadays.

Times are dismal, and it seems like my ties to others are being systematically cut away - family and friends alike. People are growing up; living life to the fullest, and have no time for sharing internet idioms anymore. More and more relatives are enduring one financial crisis after another. They don't have the time or resources to venture out here and have a good time. We're better off than them, but the lack of people at our next gathering will definitely be a depressing point.

In case you haven't noticed by now: I'm very much a family person - true to southern stereotype and free from the privileges of properly-aligned teeth. They were around for just about everything. Teaching me how to speak, giving me sage advice, and even tending to my constant state of inferiority complexes. I can't say how saddened I'll be to be without their solace this time around.

And here I am, typing this terrible article, throwing myself to the mercy of a community who has no interest in such petty bullshit. Reading through this article: I can't help but feel like a whiny twat, but an overall feeling of "bleh" seems to eclipse it. Maybe this venting will help; maybe it won't.

Between this current situation and the sound of Cory in the House in the other room, I can't decide which makes me more sick.

shutup

[Reku]

no.

chut up U

[Radu]

not an article

Truth.

I feel for you Chuck seriously...
I keep offering you the solace that is mediocre maryland.
If you really wish, me and matt will work for you to come up here somehow.

I do however request you get a job... no matter where it is, Micky D's or BK.
Just do it up.

[Anya]

Truth.

I feel for you Chuck seriously...
I keep offering you the solace that is mediocre maryland.
If you really wish, me and matt will work for you to come up here somehow.

I do however request you get a job... no matter where it is, Micky D's or BK.
Just do it up.

You need to take him up on this.

[Radu]

Also in regards to getting a job, go to the dump.
Those kids helping on trucks make 60,000$ a year.
Shits so trash.

[Kyuuketsuki]

There's a distinct smell of wet cardboard lingering in the air; accompanied by the yodeling of insufferable knobheads as they make their way to the muddy trails nearby.

THE SMELL OF DICK AND RETARDS

The house is in a busy stir, and the folks are more rowdy than they usually are. Must be the holidays again.

HOW CAN DEAF PEOPLE BE ROWDY. ALSO, FUCKIN' CHRISTIANS.

Just the other day I got a call from a relative of mine -- my grandmother.

BE GLAD AT LEAST YOUR GRANDMOTHER TALKS TO YOU, FAGGOT.

She said, in her raspy tone, that ol' Uncle Mike got divorced... again. I'm not too surprised at this, personally, but I can't help but feel bad for the guy. He may not be a gent in any sort of standing, but everyone deserves a little bit of happiness every once in a while... right? Losing his job didn't seem to help much either.

YOUR UNCLES DUMB.

At least he's free from the abuse of that relationship.

LOL ABUSE. HE SHOULD HAVE BACKHANDED THAT BITCH INTO SUBMISSION.

Dating is a joke at this point. Apparently I'm incapable of finding anyone fun who isn't a lesbian - in Alabama of all fucking places - or already taken.

GL FINDING A BROAD FROM ALABAMA THAT ISN'T OVER 9000 POUNDS.

Apparently I'm incapable of finding anyone fun who isn't a lesbian - in Alabama of all fucking places - or already taken.

TAKEN BY THEIR BROTHER OR SISTER, AMIRITE?

Either I'm incredibly undesirable or some divine figure has superimposed Gilbert Gottfried head and voice over my own (I'm going with the latter here).

http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/25/50941021373950029169561.jpg SUP

I feel this has contributed greatly to my lack of motivation lately.

WOMEN ARE CUM AND GO, NIGGA. LEARN THIS.

Down here in the swamp there isn't much else to do besides hikki-activities or acting like a knobhead... sometimes both.

>implying hikki-activities =/= knobheads

sometimes both.

FUCK.

Occasionally I'll venture out into the outer boundaries of hicksville, but those occurrences are few and far between.

GOING WITH YOUR MOM TO WAL-MART !=BOUNDARIES.

Often I find myself here, in front of a luminescent monitor,

HOW UNFORTUNATE.

making dorky jokes and overusing the quaint coolface emote.

I DIDN'T SEE THE HARM IN IT. KID WAS 12 http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/2083/trollsm.png

Sometimes porn is involved. Even these tasks seem to be decreasing in frequency nowadays.

HEY CHUCK WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE PR0N STAR? srs question.

Times are dismal, and it seems like my ties to others are being systematically cut away - family and friends alike.

IT ONLY TAKES ONE PERSON TO MAKE THE CALL, FAGIT.

People are growing up; living life to the fullest, and have no time for sharing internet idioms anymore.

FRIENDS ON THE INTERNET.

More and more relatives are enduring one financial crisis after another.

TELL THEM TO STOP BUYING BEER AND CIGS AND THEY MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE SOME MONEY.

They don't have the time or resources to venture out here and have a good time.

THE SWAMP SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT PLACE TO VENTURE. GOOD TIMES.

We're better off than them, but the lack of people at our next gathering will definitely be a depressing point.

"WE'RE SORRY YOU DON'T GET SSI."

In case you haven't noticed by now: I'm very much a family person - true to southern stereotype and free from the privileges of properly-aligned teeth.

WE'VE NOTICED. DENTAL PLAN?

They were around for just about everything. Teaching me how to speak, giving me sage advice,

GOES IN THE EMAIL FIELD, NEWFAG.

and even tending to my constant state of inferiority complexes.

YOU'RE NEVER GOOD ENOUGH, DON'T LISTEN TO THEM.

I can't say how saddened I'll be to be without their solace this time around.

SOMEONE YOU CAN QQ TO AND GET SYMPATHY. SHUT UP.

And here I am, typing this terrible article,

not an article

YEAH YOU WANTED IT TO BE AN ARTICLE. SOMETHING COOL TO DO AND TO SHOW THE SITE HOW MUCH OF A WHINER YOU ARE.

Reading through this article: I can't help but feel like a whiny twat, but an overall feeling of "bleh" seems to eclipse it.

NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF A TWAT YOU ARE, THE FEELING OF BLEH MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE POSTING ARTICLES ON ANFINITI. GOT IT.

Maybe this venting will help; maybe it won't.

IT WON'T. YOU'LL BE HERE LATER TO REPLY AND THANK EVERYONE, EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE STILL FULL OF ANGST AND QQ.

Between this current situation and the sound of Cory in the House in the other room, I can't decide which makes me more sick.

I WISH THIS "ARTICLE" WAS ABOUT CORY IN THE HOUSE. NIGGA LIVES A PRETTY COOL LIFE. UNLIKE YOU.

no.

chut up U

Truth.

I feel for you Chuck seriously...
I keep offering you the solace that is mediocre maryland.
If you really wish, me and matt will work for you to come up here somehow.

I do however request you get a job... no matter where it is, Micky D's or BK.
Just do it up.

You need to take him up on this.

Also in regards to getting a job, go to the dump.
Those kids helping on trucks make 60,000$ a year.
Shits so trash.

shutup

Shut up.

[Shalashaska]

That feeling of narcissism is common, Chuck. It might have to do with the fact that we don't have to hunt for survival anymore or something like that, but here you are talking about whacking off and here I am spouting about killing deers, so I hope you don't whack off to that, because that's bestiality. Then I go on to read you're speaking about family and now we're talking about incest Chuck ol' friend and that could get messy (well literally and figuratively, but also literally with web-toed offspring), but that shouldn't deter you from whacking it to old laddies, just don't get close to your end and imagine your aunt is all I'm saying.

not an article

more words from him than your November "novel" amirite?

[King]

You sound like a bitch. Get out your house and be a man.

Bitch.

[Indigo]

more words from him than your November "novel" amirite?

I got over 5000 :(

[Chuck]

gg guys

In retrospect I should have used notepad or something, but whatever. Point is I'm feeling a lot better after typing that and watching a dose of 90's commercials. A certain Luchador Louie's facebook may have aided as well. Hopefully shit like this won't be as prevalent when I get my meds.

Oh, and I have an interview tomorrow. So I may have to decline that Maryland offer.

[King]

crymeariver

[Chuck]

:(

[Kyuuketsuki]

CHUCK DID YOU GET A TELEPHONE

Y/N

[Chuck]

Y