I used to get beat up in high school a lot. A whole lot. A whole fucking lot. Maybe they didn't like the way I dressed, or maybe it was the way I had to push my glasses onto my nose bridge every five seconds. Either way, I had some severe emotional problems followed by a social retardation phase on my teenage years. My early 20's I spent them staying home playing WoW. (I beat lvl. 55 by the way! pwnt!) and playing with MoM (I beat my own mangina like it owed me money! pwnt!) while everyone else was out there getting action and having fun partying. I didn't go to college to study web design, I had my own computer and pretty much the whole day to myself in my mother's cozy basement. When I turned 30 I got the enough computer knowledge to create a website. I made it with only one purpose. To exact my revenge on people online! Now I dawg them off hardcore on my site by stalking their myspace pages and saving their pictures to my 10 gigabyte hard drive to later post them in my website right next to their personal information. It makes me feel better about myself. Especially after I look at my 324lbs. reflection on the mirror. I fucking roxxors doods! LOLOLOL DAWGED OFF HARDCORE PWNT!. By the way, now that I think about it, they probably used to beat me up a whole lot because they knew about my 2 inch penis. It doesn't matter. I pwnt them all on my website.

Ahh!! Memories! Some of them are better left off where they belong. Not this time.

B reak.com on the 6th of this month reminds me of the time me and the crew invaded band camp at our old high school. When we decided to invade their precious little practicing grounds the nerds were unprepared. They sat down behind their instruments, witnessing as me and my friends destroyed them with our habit of raping peoples' psych. The only ammo they had was "go die" or "you got dawged off" when somebody else said "go die".

Our crew, who completely raped their tender little buttholes, actually felt compassion and let some of them fire the best insults they had. The nerds wouldn't go down easy, they tried to fight us our of their area by ganging up on us and saying elaborate, long and very unfunny insults about our relatives and work places, denying that we had taken over their camp.

They were destroyed, but they made a club within the school, displaying their greatest insults they had landed on some of the members of our crew. One of us actually had their morals depleted. The nerds somehow had taken a hold of their personal information. We couldn't do anything but watch as they pulled off their greatest bitch move by telling the whole school personal things about one of us. 

Still to this day, the nerds display disdain for us, knowing and resenting we had raped and pillaged their perfect little place. We still go to their shitty band camp even though it has nothing new, cool or interesting to offer us. We do it just to watch them fail slowly as they stumble to try and use a half assed insult against us while the other nerds back them up by using their trade mark "you got dawged off dawg!".

Ahhh.. Memories.