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08-26-2008 , 03:54 PM
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Originally Posted by adanthar
You horrible horrible per...wait, this is in Canada, carry on
teach me
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08-27-2008 , 12:10 PM
OMG just read this entire thread without stopping.... pure gold.... need rejuvenation.. or a sticky!

Bump.
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09-21-2008 , 02:05 AM
This thread needs to be bumped for wasting the past 3 hours of my life.
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09-21-2008 , 03:53 AM
gimmick for anonymity:

Where to even start.

To the world I come off as pretty normal. I have a job, a beautiful girlfriend (who I think is easily a 10 but I don't think almost anyone would give her lower than a 9), really good friends, I am healthy, and seem to be a pretty social person all around.

I'm pretty sure that I am a sociopath by all clinical definitions. The only emotion I am sure I feel anymore is anger, and even then it takes a LOT for someone to trigger that. Everything else is up in the air. I pretty much fake all my interactions on a day to day basis, save for a few select friends. My girlfriend has no clue. 99% of my friends have no clue. My family has less than no clue. I don't think I am motivated by anything at all. At least I haven't been able to think of anything that does while sitting here for the past 30 minutes. I have no real plans for the future, and don't really care. I've hurt a lot of people, and again I just don't really care.

If I had to, I would trace all of this back to a few months of my life I spent on drugs. I am in no way depressed, but when I would take them is by far the happiest time in my life. I developed a tolerance, however, and now can only do it once every few months as opposed to every single day, which sucks. This was years ago, and even though I only do it ~once/3months, I would say I am in all ways shapes and forms addicted to a drug that is not physically addictive. I think about it all the time; it consumes me. No, I am not talking about marijuana.

While I have 0 intentions of ever killing myself (I plan on overdosing on coke or something better if they have it by then when I get older, can't imagine a better way to go), I constantly think about different ways to commit suicide and what each one would be like. I also have very violent thoughts about me harming other people, though again I would never follow through with it. I don't WANT to hurt them for any reason in particular, I just imagine what it would be like. For example, I meet a waitress taking my order, and before she is gone from the table I wonder what it would be like if I was bashing her head with a baseball bat.

I often fantasize about taking a bullet for my girlfriend or one of my good friends. This would let me actually do something good with my life while at the same time being able to escape it. I think about how nothing really matters since in 100 years, nobody alive in the world will have ever met me.

That's all I really want to write at the moment, because... Well I don't know why but whatever. Felt weird to write, I was in therapy for a little while and never mentioned any of this. Will probably be back with episode 2 in a little bit.
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09-21-2008 , 04:45 AM
go into therapy and tell them lol wtf are you else doing a therapy for
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09-21-2008 , 05:27 AM
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Originally Posted by illuminati
Adanth,

Awesome thread, dude, nh.

AND WHAT IN THE [censored] IS THIS? Dude really this is nutso.
How is he nuts? You're just close-minded to having your prostate rubbed because OMG it's in your pooper and think it turns you gay or something.
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09-21-2008 , 05:34 AM
About ~5years ago i went to a party and met that rly cute hot girl.
I got drunk and couldn´t resist to go to her place - even though i was in a serious longtime-relationship.
We had incredibly dirty hot sex and when i woke up the next morning my back was hurting as hell...i went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror on my back. This whole damn back was full of bloody, deep scratches. Seriously, i had like wounds all over. I asked her if she was crazy and she only smiled and said "you seemed to like it though"

Problem was, that there was no chance of hiding my back to my girlfriend because 2 days after we went to Egypt on that diving-trip together. I thought about cancelling the trip because of some imaginary illness, cause i was so scared of her breaking up, when she sees it.
Eventually we went to Egypt and i spent the first day at the beach with my shirt on. She asked why i´m not sunbathing and i came up with some sun-allergy-story.

Then she went into the water and snorcheled...so finally i followed her, cause she couldnt see my back. Being in the water i saw those huge corals all over. Like really pretty, nice colours but extremely dangerous because they are so sharp and evrything.

Then i had the idea. When my girlfriend was ~50m away i turned my back to the corals and scratched the whole skin on purpose - it hurted so badly. I was screaming for her and she swam to me really fast, asking what happened.
I told her, that i didn´t see the corals and now i hurt my whole back. She looked at it and said "Those are some really nasty scratches, you need to go to the doctor."
I was like "no no, im fine, its gonna be better sooner or later". And eventually i could enjoy my vacation with all those scratches on my back.

Gosh, that was so ridiculous - but i got away with it.
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09-21-2008 , 08:48 AM
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Originally Posted by johngalt791
gimmick for anonymity:

Where to even start.

To the world I come off as pretty normal. I have a job, a beautiful girlfriend (who I think is easily a 10 but I don't think almost anyone would give her lower than a 9), really good friends, I am healthy, and seem to be a pretty social person all around.

I'm pretty sure that I am a sociopath by all clinical definitions. The only emotion I am sure I feel anymore is anger, and even then it takes a LOT for someone to trigger that. Everything else is up in the air. I pretty much fake all my interactions on a day to day basis, save for a few select friends. My girlfriend has no clue. 99% of my friends have no clue. My family has less than no clue. I don't think I am motivated by anything at all. At least I haven't been able to think of anything that does while sitting here for the past 30 minutes. I have no real plans for the future, and don't really care. I've hurt a lot of people, and again I just don't really care.

If I had to, I would trace all of this back to a few months of my life I spent on drugs. I am in no way depressed, but when I would take them is by far the happiest time in my life. I developed a tolerance, however, and now can only do it once every few months as opposed to every single day, which sucks. This was years ago, and even though I only do it ~once/3months, I would say I am in all ways shapes and forms addicted to a drug that is not physically addictive. I think about it all the time; it consumes me. No, I am not talking about marijuana.

While I have 0 intentions of ever killing myself (I plan on overdosing on coke or something better if they have it by then when I get older, can't imagine a better way to go), I constantly think about different ways to commit suicide and what each one would be like. I also have very violent thoughts about me harming other people, though again I would never follow through with it. I don't WANT to hurt them for any reason in particular, I just imagine what it would be like. For example, I meet a waitress taking my order, and before she is gone from the table I wonder what it would be like if I was bashing her head with a baseball bat.

I often fantasize about taking a bullet for my girlfriend or one of my good friends. This would let me actually do something good with my life while at the same time being able to escape it. I think about how nothing really matters since in 100 years, nobody alive in the world will have ever met me.

That's all I really want to write at the moment, because... Well I don't know why but whatever. Felt weird to write, I was in therapy for a little while and never mentioned any of this. Will probably be back with episode 2 in a little bit.
You sound depressed. You need to seek qualified help. Therapy will work much better if are honest. Giving a different therapist a try is something you can consider.

You are not alone in your feelings, but not many people are comfortable sharing how they feel because anxiety and depression go hand in hand. Depression is a silent killer because people do not seek treatment.

Please seek help for yourself and those that love and care about you.
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09-21-2008 , 08:49 AM
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Originally Posted by famou$? $oon!
About ~5years ago i went to a party and met that rly cute hot girl.
I got drunk and couldn´t resist to go to her place - even though i was in a serious longtime-relationship.
We had incredibly dirty hot sex and when i woke up the next morning my back was hurting as hell...i went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror on my back. This whole damn back was full of bloody, deep scratches. Seriously, i had like wounds all over. I asked her if she was crazy and she only smiled and said "you seemed to like it though"

Problem was, that there was no chance of hiding my back to my girlfriend because 2 days after we went to Egypt on that diving-trip together. I thought about cancelling the trip because of some imaginary illness, cause i was so scared of her breaking up, when she sees it.
Eventually we went to Egypt and i spent the first day at the beach with my shirt on. She asked why i´m not sunbathing and i came up with some sun-allergy-story.

Then she went into the water and snorcheled...so finally i followed her, cause she couldnt see my back. Being in the water i saw those huge corals all over. Like really pretty, nice colours but extremely dangerous because they are so sharp and evrything.

Then i had the idea. When my girlfriend was ~50m away i turned my back to the corals and scratched the whole skin on purpose - it hurted so badly. I was screaming for her and she swam to me really fast, asking what happened.
I told her, that i didn´t see the corals and now i hurt my whole back. She looked at it and said "Those are some really nasty scratches, you need to go to the doctor."
I was like "no no, im fine, its gonna be better sooner or later". And eventually i could enjoy my vacation with all those scratches on my back.

Gosh, that was so ridiculous - but i got away with it.
This is clearly fake.
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09-21-2008 , 09:32 AM
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heres just a funny one of me being a dumbass. well i was on vacation when i was really little probably 10 or 11 years old. i had diarreaha(sp?) and i dont know how much got in the pool when i was in there but when i finally left it was a quite a walk back to the room. i just could not stop ****ting myself. on the way it kept slipping out and on to the sidewalk and in my lil mesh net in my suit. my dad was like wtf? and we found the nearest bath room. when i finally got close it just all came out. i had to practically scoop the crap out of my net thing and into the toilet. it still was leaking out on the walk home. we got to the room and i took a shower. my mom walked in a few moments after and was like wtf is that smell and i could hear them laughing in the other room.
could be the funniest thing i've ever read
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09-21-2008 , 06:14 PM
For the rest of the car ride I make zero eye contact with anyone and just looked out the window silently, while covered in my own love juices.



lol
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09-21-2008 , 10:25 PM
wow never seen this thread, just spent an hour reading it, awesome A+
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09-22-2008 , 12:37 AM
i want to post something so bad but im positive if anyone from the game i play in reads bbv they'd know it was me lol
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09-22-2008 , 01:14 AM
nvm still not posting it.
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09-22-2008 , 01:41 AM
Real or not, the redneck fighting story was pretty epic....but doesn't compare with this fighting story (all-true):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOQLg7Kc8So
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09-22-2008 , 12:58 PM
This thread is awesome.

It have to stay alive.
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09-22-2008 , 05:28 PM
Ok, here we go, anonymous account and all. I was lucky enough to get out of the market near the top of the tech bubble. Took my money and invested it in some rental apartments. I was also stupid enough to think that I could manage them myself without killing myself. That lasted a few months before I hired a company to do it for me. But not before some sex-for-rentamanets. Which was really just the start.

"Sue" was already two months behind in the rent when I bought the apartment building. I had tried talking to her about it a couple of times and gotten a lot of excuses about her Ex being late with child support and extra expenses poping up because her son had gotten sick. I've always been a soft touch, had no previous expierience in dealing with something like this and didn't want to seem like a heartless douchebag, so I let her slide. Then we're about 4 months in, still no rent check and I'm getting ready to hand off control to the management company. I stop by to let her know that I'm about to begin eviction proceedings unless she could come up with some rent money.

She tries to stall me at the door but I kinda push my way in. She starts crying almost immediately. Her Ex is a complete scumbag who never sends any money. She's behind on all her bills, her job has cut back her hours and she's been going to the food bank so her son can eat. I'd be lying if I said that she wasn't getting to me with all this. I don't think she was playing me. She was just someone who was at the end of her rope and didn't know what else to do. And then I did something that I'd never done before and was completely unlike anything I had ever done (being a "Nice Guy" my entire life). I said, "Maybe we can work out some kind of arraingement."

Well, she kind of looked at me as if she wasn't sure what I was implying or just couldn't believe it. And I would be lying if I said that my stomach wasn't in knots. Like I said, I'd never even come close to doing something like this. I was way to much of a Mr Nice Guy (a big fat pussy in other words). So I said, "Listen, I come by once a week for a quickie and you don't have to worry about rent. Use the money for other things." Which was when... she burst out crying. And man, did I feel bad. I was shaking all over and was about to say never mind, just joking. But instead (and I still don't know how I got the balls to do this) I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and said, "Go ahead, you know it's the best thing to do." And, she did (blow me that is).

So after I finish (she ran to the bathroom to spit), she starts telling me how she's not a whore, she's never done anything like this before, etc. I tell her not to worry, that I don't really care and then I got the hell out of there. This goes on for a few weeks. I stop by once a week while her sons at school. All bj's so far. Each time, she tries to make conversation with me. I think it makes her feel less like a whore and more "normal" if we're talking about average, every day BS. She's attractive enough but definitley has an aura of having been beaten down in life. I look around her apartment. It looks like poor people live there. But she keeps it clean and has her sons school trophies and awards out. So I figure, hey, at least she's trying to be a good Mom, right? That's cool.

So far, I'm enjoying feeling like a pimp and getting no strings attached hummers. Any feelings of guilt are long gone. It's all much more enjoyable than the rent money (which I didn't need) would have been. About a month and a half in, I remember the conversation about visiting the food bank and drop off a gift certificate to the local super market after my weekly bj. What a great guy I am, right? Well, that's when things got really interesting.

So the next time I stop by, she opens the door and there're candles lit, she's wearing some lingerie and she's all over me. Takes me to the couch, asks if she can get me a beer (sure, why not?) and then proceeds to give me my weekly bj. And this time, for the first time, she swallows. Holy ****, what the hell is going on? Next thing I know, she's goes to the oven and takes out some frozen egg rolls she had heated up. I know it sounds stupid, but that's what really got to me. I had obviously put 2 and 2 together and figured out that she was trying to "romance" me. And the best she could do (or could think to do) was to heat me up some cheap supermarket frozen egg rolls. It would never have occured to me to mock her or make her feel bad about it. Instead, I acted like those egg rolls were the best I ever had.

I've never been good with women. The few girlfriends I've ever had have walked all over me. And when I came into money, it was even worse as most were blatant gold diggers. This arraingement had been good up till now. It didn't feel like I was paying for it (even though I obviously was). And she was a nice enough person. We weren't "soul mates" or anything stupid like that but we got along pretty well as people and she wasn't greedy or crazy.So that's when I came up with my grand idea.

I laid it all out there for her. I'd meet her son. We would all get to know each other in a "normal" way. If things worked out, they could both move in with me. I'd make sure they were taken care of. I'd send her son to the local private school. She wouldn't have to worry about anything. You could see the relief and happiness on her face. Except for one thing. And that's when I dropped the hammer. When it came to sex, it was what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Now and forever. I snap my figures and point at my dick, you're on your knees sucking it. I want to stick in your ass, come on your tits and have you lick it off, or bring home a stripper for a three way, your answer is always yes.

She, of course, burst out crying. I was shaking inside. I couldn't believe that I had managed to say all that without cracking from the pressure. I was hardcore and I knew it! I stroked her hair and told her it was all going to be okay. Then I told her to turn around, drop her draws and bend over the couch. Which she did. I squirted some baby oil on my dick and stuck it in her ass. She cried out in shock and she was sobbing pretty heavy at first. Then, about half way through, with God as my witness, she cried out, "I'm a good little whore. I'm Daddy's good little whore."

We've been together 4 years this January. I adopted her son last year.
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09-22-2008 , 05:47 PM
No. ****ing. Way.
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09-22-2008 , 06:14 PM
that story is ****ing fantastic.
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09-22-2008 , 06:18 PM
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Ok, here we go, anonymous account and all. I was lucky enough to get out of the market near the top of the tech bubble. Took my money and invested it in some rental apartments. I was also stupid enough to think that I could manage them myself without killing myself. That lasted a few months before I hired a company to do it for me. But not before some sex-for-rentamanets. Which was really just the start.

"Sue" was already two months behind in the rent when I bought the apartment building. I had tried talking to her about it a couple of times and gotten a lot of excuses about her Ex being late with child support and extra expenses poping up because her son had gotten sick. I've always been a soft touch, had no previous expierience in dealing with something like this and didn't want to seem like a heartless douchebag, so I let her slide. Then we're about 4 months in, still no rent check and I'm getting ready to hand off control to the management company. I stop by to let her know that I'm about to begin eviction proceedings unless she could come up with some rent money.

She tries to stall me at the door but I kinda push my way in. She starts crying almost immediately. Her Ex is a complete scumbag who never sends any money. She's behind on all her bills, her job has cut back her hours and she's been going to the food bank so her son can eat. I'd be lying if I said that she wasn't getting to me with all this. I don't think she was playing me. She was just someone who was at the end of her rope and didn't know what else to do. And then I did something that I'd never done before and was completely unlike anything I had ever done (being a "Nice Guy" my entire life). I said, "Maybe we can work out some kind of arraingement."

Well, she kind of looked at me as if she wasn't sure what I was implying or just couldn't believe it. And I would be lying if I said that my stomach wasn't in knots. Like I said, I'd never even come close to doing something like this. I was way to much of a Mr Nice Guy (a big fat pussy in other words). So I said, "Listen, I come by once a week for a quickie and you don't have to worry about rent. Use the money for other things." Which was when... she burst out crying. And man, did I feel bad. I was shaking all over and was about to say never mind, just joking. But instead (and I still don't know how I got the balls to do this) I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and said, "Go ahead, you know it's the best thing to do." And, she did (blow me that is).

So after I finish (she ran to the bathroom to spit), she starts telling me how she's not a whore, she's never done anything like this before, etc. I tell her not to worry, that I don't really care and then I got the hell out of there. This goes on for a few weeks. I stop by once a week while her sons at school. All bj's so far. Each time, she tries to make conversation with me. I think it makes her feel less like a whore and more "normal" if we're talking about average, every day BS. She's attractive enough but definitley has an aura of having been beaten down in life. I look around her apartment. It looks like poor people live there. But she keeps it clean and has her sons school trophies and awards out. So I figure, hey, at least she's trying to be a good Mom, right? That's cool.

So far, I'm enjoying feeling like a pimp and getting no strings attached hummers. Any feelings of guilt are long gone. It's all much more enjoyable than the rent money (which I didn't need) would have been. About a month and a half in, I remember the conversation about visiting the food bank and drop off a gift certificate to the local super market after my weekly bj. What a great guy I am, right? Well, that's when things got really interesting.

So the next time I stop by, she opens the door and there're candles lit, she's wearing some lingerie and she's all over me. Takes me to the couch, asks if she can get me a beer (sure, why not?) and then proceeds to give me my weekly bj. And this time, for the first time, she swallows. Holy ****, what the hell is going on? Next thing I know, she's goes to the oven and takes out some frozen egg rolls she had heated up. I know it sounds stupid, but that's what really got to me. I had obviously put 2 and 2 together and figured out that she was trying to "romance" me. And the best she could do (or could think to do) was to heat me up some cheap supermarket frozen egg rolls. It would never have occured to me to mock her or make her feel bad about it. Instead, I acted like those egg rolls were the best I ever had.

I've never been good with women. The few girlfriends I've ever had have walked all over me. And when I came into money, it was even worse as most were blatant gold diggers. This arraingement had been good up till now. It didn't feel like I was paying for it (even though I obviously was). And she was a nice enough person. We weren't "soul mates" or anything stupid like that but we got along pretty well as people and she wasn't greedy or crazy.So that's when I came up with my grand idea.

I laid it all out there for her. I'd meet her son. We would all get to know each other in a "normal" way. If things worked out, they could both move in with me. I'd make sure they were taken care of. I'd send her son to the local private school. She wouldn't have to worry about anything. You could see the relief and happiness on her face. Except for one thing. And that's when I dropped the hammer. When it came to sex, it was what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Now and forever. I snap my figures and point at my dick, you're on your knees sucking it. I want to stick in your ass, come on your tits and have you lick it off, or bring home a stripper for a three way, your answer is always yes.

She, of course, burst out crying. I was shaking inside. I couldn't believe that I had managed to say all that without cracking from the pressure. I was hardcore and I knew it! I stroked her hair and told her it was all going to be okay. Then I told her to turn around, drop her draws and bend over the couch. Which she did. I squirted some baby oil on my dick and stuck it in her ass. She cried out in shock and she was sobbing pretty heavy at first. Then, about half way through, with God as my witness, she cried out, "I'm a good little whore. I'm Daddy's good little whore."

We've been together 4 years this January. I adopted her son last year.
lol
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09-22-2008 , 06:21 PM
we probably need pics.
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09-22-2008 , 06:26 PM
holy christmas
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09-22-2008 , 07:31 PM
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< speechless
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09-22-2008 , 07:47 PM
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we probably need pics.
Actually, I second this. You said she'd do whatever the **** you asked, so... something BBV related imo.
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09-22-2008 , 07:48 PM
... that started off all normal then all of a sudden did a 180. Thats... I... wha... the.... fk.
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