Thank you SO much for your unwarranted advice ".....:..:*", if that IS your real name. I can tell that you type your name the same way that you communicate -- by pounding your fist and grunting until you get the desired outcome. I was about 2 more bowls and a beer away from ruining my entire life. I was a mere shot and a blunt away from dropping out of school, then only being able to find a seasonal job as a mall Santa for the next 50 years. The incredible climax of my drug-laden life would be when my sterile trailer park wife bludgeons me over the head with a frying pan full of squirrel meat. That might be a kick-ass life of telling kids that I also know the ways their parents have been naughty (ruining macaroni & cheese for them forever) and how I keep my reindeer happy. However, the fact that I would have lived a life eerily similar to yours completely ruins that though. What the hell was I thinking? I'm so glad a complete stranger told me how I should run my life while making completely untrue assumptions about me. On second thought, I'd be a lot more apt to listen to the starving donkey I have chained in my garage. It may be a jackass, but it at least has the brain cells to graduate from high school.
I think this site is the dumbest site ive ever seen all you guys do is whine about really dumb shit im pretty sure all the people that agree with anything on this site will never make it in the real world if you know what that is. This, children, is what people with a 3rd grade education call a "run-on sentence". You see, Dropout, I started this site as a means to vent my frustrations and as a healthy way to stroke my creativity. Doing this is a lot healthier than my previous way of doing that, which consisted of finding creative ways to blind and torture the next person that calls me "Charles In Charge". Now, for a vocabulary lesson. According to my brotha Webster, to "whine" means to complain in a childish, undignified way. I invite you to find any argument on this entire site that fits that definition. We prefer to present our ideas in an intelligent manner (a skill that God jewed you out of), so that right there would be the dignified part of it. Furthermore, please provide me with the logic behind your statement that no one that agrees with us will be making it in the "real world", as I am foaming at the mouth to hear it. If someone agrees with me that the service at Best Buy is gopher shit, that automatically books them a lifetime at the welfare hotel? Keep trying, you'll get it once they find a cure for mental retardation.
Ah, the proverbial "real world". Congratulations on being able to use one of the more overused and pointless phrases in the world today. Pretend for a minute that I'm not "down with the real world". What is this real world composed of? Since you assured us of never getting there, please explain to me what incredible contributions you've made to it. Oh, stupid me, I forgot that you completely left out any examples of your successes in life after your major drug problem. By the way, your job as the person that picks the pubic hairs off of public toilets doesn't count as the "real world". So you better start working and moving out now or your never gonna make it. I see that according to you moving out of your house means "making it". Obviously moving out worked incredibly well for you, you get to stay with a new friend every week. What could suck about that? On to one of the misjudgments you have of me, I HAVE started working and I'm probably more successful than you can ever dream of being. I was only a pizza delivery jerk for 2 months in between being laid off and going back to the job that I have. Do you know what my "real world" is? I'm 18 years old and I have a job as a computer programmer making business software for a multi-million dollar plastics corporation. I have the utmost respect of people that have been in the profession for 20 years. If that's not the "real world", then someone light me on fire so I wake up. While working I have been paying for my Firebird, its expensive-ass insurance and gas, buying band equipment and things to spoil myself, and I even funded the lessons I took for spinning around on my head and shooting quarters out of my ass. What have you done, peon?
Sorry to have to tell you this but if all you do is sit around all weekend and party and smoke pot and go to school during the week with a job your never gonna make it trust me ive been there done that and look at me i dropped out of highschool. You are one of those people that disgust me by blaming pot and booze for your own stupidity and lack of motivation. Explain to me what your work ethic and intelligence level were BEFORE you started in on drugs. Sorry for the total mindfuck but wake up and realize that you have been a failure all of your life, not just in high school. It's people like you that make legalization impossible, you use pot as a scapegoat once your life goes down the toilet like a common nutted turd, then your parents and the media blow it out of proportion saying that every user of pot is like this. That's not the facts, Jack. Do you know how many tests I've done well on, A+ papers I've written, and school assemblies I've disturbed while being completely ripped this year? The total is far higher than you can count (somewhere around 8). The last time I checked, I've been on the honor roll for all of high school and currently have a 3.7 grade point average. I've done all of this while maintaining a .21 Blood Alcohol Concentration. There's no honor roll for that but it must be worth something.
ive been there done that and look at me i dropped out of highschool. Good job on completely failing at an institution easier to get out of than prison nowadays (although it is a close second). High school for me and everyone around me has been about 90% screwing around and causing chaos and 10% worrying about grades and kissing ass. Would you like to know how many notes I've taken in 4 years? Probably less than you can fit into one of your haphazard sentences. Something need only be explained to me once for it to sink in, as opposed to the laundry list of moronic questions that people like yourself need to ask. I have a few friends that have dropped out of high school as well but when you really talk to them you realize they know what they're talking about. People like you, however, sit around and cry about how drugs ruined their life then beat off all over their welfare check. Then you half-wits start spawning to increase the volume of those welfare checks and further piss into our collective gene pool.
If i want something i cant just go ask my parents for it like you guys i actually have to WORK for it. Looks like we have another hollow untrue assumption by you. I've been earning money by working since I was 5 years old and I got $2 a week to take out the garbage. If I wanted to buy something as a kid, I SAVED (a horribly foreign concept to most) for it. I have NEVER ONCE asked my parents for money because I didn't have any. It must suck to know that all of your ideas come from the same place you shit out of. I'm sure your parents are nice people. They sure were nice to their guests when they locked you in the chest freezer whenever company came over. If they didn't want people to know what a bulbous reject you were, then why would they give you money?
I have a friendly suggestion for you, ".....:..:*". Go back to the jungle and grunt and pound at your parents until they start to feel sorry for the roach they released on this world. Then beg them to undo their work by dissolving you in a large vat of sulfuric acid a-la The Joker in the first Batman movie. Then with your last choking breath, mutter "Damn you and your genius arguments Grand Master Bullshit, you exposed my pathetic life so I decided to end it..." *choke* *cough* *choke* *dead*.
People have taken my advice and have ended up experiencing acid as a result