Right. You’re so irresistible they run for the hills as fast as they can after getting to know you. If you ever get a therapist, definitely make sure he’s a man.
There are under 18 therapists where you live? Hmm. Things work a little differently in 1st world countries. I guess having a minor as a therapist wouldn’t be bad. She’ll still be smarter than you. 🙂
You know, I’ve noticed that people who become therapists aren’t all that “well adjusted” themselves. They study psychology because they themselves are fucked up and want to better themselves. Six years later they have a degree and start doling out advice and medication while earning a salary. Can anyone really take the-rapists seriously?
(Therapist and The Rapist is spelled exactly the same way).
At least you don’t delete comments anymore, WIG. For what it’s worth, I don’t hate your useless ass. 🙂 You’ve shown a lot of restraint recently, I don’t think you’re a completely horrible person anymore. (Mostly horrible but not completely).
I am not pitying you. I am pitying Tanya who is not around to see this post. I hope she gets better, I hope she makes it out alive. She deserves it, because she’s amazing.
You on the other hand, my wishes will stay neutral.
Sometimes I name my poop. If WIG were to die, I would name my very next bowel movement after him. I would say “Goodbye WIG”, then flush the toilet after peering into the bowl after dropping a deuce. That seems like a fitting commemoration.
The bowl has no choice. It must accept whatever I drop in there. “Bye WIG” (sorry bowl- I had to relieve myself).
🙂 By the way, my favorite quality about you is that you constructed a bathroom in a space that was once a closet in your house. That’s pretty kewl, man.
Sometimes, but sometimes counselors really don’t make a whole lot of money and have found a better way to live (perhaps because they were fucked up) and want to share that freedom and joy with other people who are struggling.
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you must be an egg person because you seem like something people would love to smash on the ground and put in boiling water
i already spend a lot of time in the water, in case you didnt know that 😉
Thanks for caring though. 🙂
why, are you constantly trying to drown yourself? because that’s would I would do if I had such a shitty personality and wrote such shitty poetry
Are you sure you are 12? I think you are more like 6
more like 6x cooler than you B) (jk)
you should have more respect for the friend in the pic.
shut the fuck up, my god
lol thats cute WIG.
you both are kind of off it.
Russo you do make yourself look a little silly getting yourself so worked up over him.
Women cant resist me, its just how it is 🙂
Right. You’re so irresistible they run for the hills as fast as they can after getting to know you. If you ever get a therapist, definitely make sure he’s a man.
No, Ill make sure she is under 18.
😉
(coz thats what you think).
Or a lesbian therapist would be ok. If your therapist is a heterosexual woman you’ll probably turn her gay.
There are under 18 therapists where you live? Hmm. Things work a little differently in 1st world countries. I guess having a minor as a therapist wouldn’t be bad. She’ll still be smarter than you. 🙂
Well – imaginary Canadian therapists can [exceptionally] be under eighteen.
*sigh* Desperation.
I’ll make sure I get one who believes Elvis is still alive 😉
You know, I’ve noticed that people who become therapists aren’t all that “well adjusted” themselves. They study psychology because they themselves are fucked up and want to better themselves. Six years later they have a degree and start doling out advice and medication while earning a salary. Can anyone really take the-rapists seriously?
(Therapist and The Rapist is spelled exactly the same way).
Elvis is alive ya know. I saw him at Wal-Mart, register 18.
This proves I dont need a therapist, because I live in reality and believe it is all real, just like my girlfriend. 🙂
At least you don’t delete comments anymore, WIG. For what it’s worth, I don’t hate your useless ass. 🙂 You’ve shown a lot of restraint recently, I don’t think you’re a completely horrible person anymore. (Mostly horrible but not completely).
You do realize this post is in memory of my friend who was cooked. Please use appropriate conduct for the funeral, OK?
I am not pitying you. I am pitying Tanya who is not around to see this post. I hope she gets better, I hope she makes it out alive. She deserves it, because she’s amazing.
You on the other hand, my wishes will stay neutral.
The WIG is a legend. Enjoy your egg WIG.
Tanya knows Elvis is alive. We saw him together ya know. 😉
The egg was also her friend.
We are both sad over this.
Yes, she is amazing.
You, also on the other hand, can go find a unicorn 😉
You on the other hand can shut the fuck up and know I already have.
Then go find a fox (or a cat) 😉
When I die, they will erect statues in my honor. 😉
Would you like to donate to the cause? lol
Sure. Do they sell you anthology in WH Smith.
I expect to be laid to rest next to Elvis once he dies.
Sometimes I name my poop. If WIG were to die, I would name my very next bowel movement after him. I would say “Goodbye WIG”, then flush the toilet after peering into the bowl after dropping a deuce. That seems like a fitting commemoration.
That is disrespectful to the bowl.
The bowl has no choice. It must accept whatever I drop in there. “Bye WIG” (sorry bowl- I had to relieve myself).
🙂 By the way, my favorite quality about you is that you constructed a bathroom in a space that was once a closet in your house. That’s pretty kewl, man.
yes, i did expand it. big house, got plenty of room to work with.
Sometimes, but sometimes counselors really don’t make a whole lot of money and have found a better way to live (perhaps because they were fucked up) and want to share that freedom and joy with other people who are struggling.