Moron
26-03-2004, 09:20:AM
You know what guys, I was flipping back through my old threads since the beginning and this is my analytical conclusion on myself:
Throughout my career in SG i see that i was first hated now im one of the most respected individuals here in SG. I was thinking about my own life here at home and i started to think about my typical day in my boring life. Ever had one of those days when you go out to the city and discover how people are full of ****? Walking down the street, i find myself a poor blind man, without covers he pleads for money. Me, being a generous moron, give this man 2 dollars. I felt like the greatest man living. Giving this man money felt like accomplished something for the benefit of society. Anyways, I find myself walking along the streets in downtown. There after, I realize the beauty of the city. Seriously theres everything you can find in the city. You can get anything you want seriously. It could be a pirated PC game, ****ty DVDs, clothes, junk food, accessories, clinics, dental clinics, clubs, beer, weed, men, women, flowers, trees, dogs ****ting on the street, and if the occasion calls for it, you can find whores if you show them money. Well, I say to myself: "Wow, this city is remarkable, I love my life, maybe I should enjoy it." Yes folks, this thought went through my mind. Realizing this, I find myself realizing that ten years has gone by and discover how boring my life really was. Going back through my childhood years, I see that I was an ignorant child, being pampered throughout my entire life. I really feel sorry for my parents, because they drive me to point A to point C, then i realize that they drive me to point Z also! They take me everywhere. Whenever i need money, they'll give it to me without question. You might say "Hey MORON why don't you get yourself a whore with that money?!" And to be honest, I was always a decent gentleman. I would feel bad using that money towards my temptations, and i would feel guilty lying to my parents. Realizing this, I'm a clean man, willing to help other people, like the money I gave to this poor man living on the streets. I then went to an opra room, and I found out where the real music was hidden, while I was watching VH1 almost my entire life. Opra never struck me as music i would listen to, but when i listened to Sarah Brightman sing in the Compaq Center, I had an orgasm. This is not your usual orgasm folks. This orgasm was different, it was like an orgasm that only comes through when you listen to such music, that suddenly out of the blue makes you faint. That happened to me, while listening to Sarah Brightman. Although, I do have orgasms, this one was a totally remarkable experience I will never forget.
Going back to the city, now in pure midnight. I find myself looking at the street lights, and i start appreciating light. Seriously without light, I would get lost. Looking at the skyscrapers, I suddenly see this dog taking a ****. First thought that crossed my mind was, "ewww....," but then I started to appreciate the dog taking his ****. Noticing the place where he took his ****, I place my finger on top of the ****, and i started moaning to the soft and wet **** that covered my fingers. Yep, NATURE IS A WHORE!! I say to myself.
Heading back home, I saw the man who i gave money to. He was smoking weed!!! I say "Bastard!!!" You used my precious money on some ****ty WEED!!! Why didn't you get new clothes you bitch!!!!!! I grabbed a baseball bat that i had. Don't know why i had a baseball bat, well anyways its my story and i don't give a ****. (H) I smacked the man right on the head, and he started shaking, like if he was in shock or something. Then, I was searching through his backpocket and realized that my money was still there. And by suprise he had a stock load of money. I mean THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS!!! :O Well, being greedy and all, I stole his money, since he was lying there all defenseless and ****.
The next morning realizing what I've just done, I felt really bad for the old fellow. Being a good person that I am, I donated the money to the Democratic Party, since the old man might make use of a hospital, since health care in California is really bad!
Well anyways that was my typical day here. I hope you enjoyed reading my story.
Moron is a Moron.
Throughout my career in SG i see that i was first hated now im one of the most respected individuals here in SG. I was thinking about my own life here at home and i started to think about my typical day in my boring life. Ever had one of those days when you go out to the city and discover how people are full of ****? Walking down the street, i find myself a poor blind man, without covers he pleads for money. Me, being a generous moron, give this man 2 dollars. I felt like the greatest man living. Giving this man money felt like accomplished something for the benefit of society. Anyways, I find myself walking along the streets in downtown. There after, I realize the beauty of the city. Seriously theres everything you can find in the city. You can get anything you want seriously. It could be a pirated PC game, ****ty DVDs, clothes, junk food, accessories, clinics, dental clinics, clubs, beer, weed, men, women, flowers, trees, dogs ****ting on the street, and if the occasion calls for it, you can find whores if you show them money. Well, I say to myself: "Wow, this city is remarkable, I love my life, maybe I should enjoy it." Yes folks, this thought went through my mind. Realizing this, I find myself realizing that ten years has gone by and discover how boring my life really was. Going back through my childhood years, I see that I was an ignorant child, being pampered throughout my entire life. I really feel sorry for my parents, because they drive me to point A to point C, then i realize that they drive me to point Z also! They take me everywhere. Whenever i need money, they'll give it to me without question. You might say "Hey MORON why don't you get yourself a whore with that money?!" And to be honest, I was always a decent gentleman. I would feel bad using that money towards my temptations, and i would feel guilty lying to my parents. Realizing this, I'm a clean man, willing to help other people, like the money I gave to this poor man living on the streets. I then went to an opra room, and I found out where the real music was hidden, while I was watching VH1 almost my entire life. Opra never struck me as music i would listen to, but when i listened to Sarah Brightman sing in the Compaq Center, I had an orgasm. This is not your usual orgasm folks. This orgasm was different, it was like an orgasm that only comes through when you listen to such music, that suddenly out of the blue makes you faint. That happened to me, while listening to Sarah Brightman. Although, I do have orgasms, this one was a totally remarkable experience I will never forget.
Going back to the city, now in pure midnight. I find myself looking at the street lights, and i start appreciating light. Seriously without light, I would get lost. Looking at the skyscrapers, I suddenly see this dog taking a ****. First thought that crossed my mind was, "ewww....," but then I started to appreciate the dog taking his ****. Noticing the place where he took his ****, I place my finger on top of the ****, and i started moaning to the soft and wet **** that covered my fingers. Yep, NATURE IS A WHORE!! I say to myself.
Heading back home, I saw the man who i gave money to. He was smoking weed!!! I say "Bastard!!!" You used my precious money on some ****ty WEED!!! Why didn't you get new clothes you bitch!!!!!! I grabbed a baseball bat that i had. Don't know why i had a baseball bat, well anyways its my story and i don't give a ****. (H) I smacked the man right on the head, and he started shaking, like if he was in shock or something. Then, I was searching through his backpocket and realized that my money was still there. And by suprise he had a stock load of money. I mean THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS!!! :O Well, being greedy and all, I stole his money, since he was lying there all defenseless and ****.
The next morning realizing what I've just done, I felt really bad for the old fellow. Being a good person that I am, I donated the money to the Democratic Party, since the old man might make use of a hospital, since health care in California is really bad!
Well anyways that was my typical day here. I hope you enjoyed reading my story.
Moron is a Moron.