Ghostvirus
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What ever works.
No, I think he meant that he would like to shoot a beem of concentrated, high powered energy through youYou mean like Tequila?
No, I think he meant that he would like to shoot a beem of concentrated, high powered energy through you
No, I think he meant that he would like to shoot a beem of concentrated, high powered energy through you
Yeah, pretty muchOh, you mean like meth right?
Oh, you mean like meth right?
Yeah but without the addiction, need to pleasure someone in the alley for cash, & potentially blowing you, & your loved to peices.
Okay. Don't feel like reading past the 1st post, what exactly did the guy do?
He never says.
There's only one solution to echostations problem, whatever it is...murder/suicide...give your parents the old Chris Benoit special pal. Off them, then hang yourself (if you do it while you're *********ing, even better). You cant let them live with knowing how much of a constant failure at life, and being a human being you are, and you can't live with it yourself either. Do it echo, do it now. Oh, and make sure you leave violent video games and heavy metal cds scattered about the scene, so then people will remember you as "another youth corrupted by evil outside influences" instead of "that crazy kid who killed his family and himself." Trust me, it works![]()
My guess is Halo Multiplayer ?
jk
So becasue we dont know what this guy failed at, I'm going to make up a story about what led to his downfall, and eventual murder/suicide...
echostations parents were poor immigrants from Latvia. They snuck into the country in 1947, with nothing but the clothes on there backs, and their desire to live the American dream. For years, es's father could not find work, and his mother had to resort to prostitution to make ends meat for the both of them. Then one day, her thigh high hooker boots became damaged while she stomped in a trick who refused to pay's face. es's father repaired it and found that he had a natural skill as a bootmaker, or bootsmith, whichever you preffer.
He quickly rose to the top of the boot making ladder, becoming a multi-millionare in the process. Of course, with money come excess, and it was a bumpy ride for the entire decade of the 80's. Group sex and drug use finally died out in the 90's, when es's mother became pregnant with es.
They raised him to love the boot, and give praise to Jesus Christ every day for the bounty it had blessed the family with. es was, in fact, until recently, in boot-school, learning the ways of the boot. But during a terrible shoe-lace accident, he accidentally killed his proffessor, and 2/3's of his graduating class. This has brought shame down upon es, his family, and his ancestors. There was really only one option left...
Are you sure we're not long lost brothers?