Drunkenposters
… shakes his head i posted on the wrong topic
alex
August 29, 2006, 9:41am
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you should have spent less time on drugs and wrestling and more time on learning to use paragraphs
Indeed.
Paragraphs are your friends.
Otherwise . . .
–J.D.
alex
August 29, 2006, 10:00am
24
i see your baby in a mulcher and raise you a
LydiaC
August 29, 2006, 10:11am
25
Dear god my eyes! I couldn’t even look at that for long, much less read it. It looks like the games reviews on eurogamer written by 14 yr olds who only know how to text, not actually write in coherent sentences.
Paragraphs, seriously.
Indeed.
Regarding the Openning Post. . . .
–J.D.
alex
August 29, 2006, 12:28pm
28
wow you guys are real fucking original scrolling through owned.com
you dont want to play this game with me bitches! you might get
Wha’ happened? Were we always in NewbieTown ?
Actually, the one I wanted was the mom putting her kid in the woodchipper. Search brought me to the site you mentioned. Not that you care, but it makes more sense than the opening post.
–J.D.
In that picture…has her/his head come off?
MalePornstar:
I am not a student of any martial art anymore. I am new to this website. I have only taken a few classes in brazilian jiu-jitsu. But just because I am new to this website does not mean I am some fucking loser fat-ass peice of shit who thinks hippy crap like capoeira and aikido are martial arts… even if the words “martial art” even meant anything anymore, which I think they don’t. I am not writing this to try make myself look good, because I don’t care. I am writing this based on things I’ve learned, from experience, or from the experience of watching other people get their asses kicked. I began as a typical child in suburbia, I liked kung-fu movies, video games, and so forth. But I got my ass kicked really bad in 2nd grade because I thought I was a big kid…(like most children do), by some older bigger kids. My dad, being a missouri state wrestling champion years before decided that it was time for me to learn how to take care of myself, so by 3rd grade, I was a member of the jackson indians AAU/USA wrestling team. I sucked horribly the first year, winning only one match. My 4th grade year, I had won almost half of them. Being the kid I was, I still liked video games… and could dazzle my friends with tricks learned from these games like front flips and backflips by sixth grade. But that’s when I quit wrestling. The next few years I dabbled in stupid shit, as most kids do, and got into my fair share of dumbass brawls. Losing some and winning others, I attribute the wins to my early years of wrestling, but when you’re so young it’s really only a matter of desire and scrappiness. Then I got into drugs, and stayed in drugs until further notice. By ninth grade I decided to start wrestling for the high school team. Man, was that a big change or what from the petty AAU stuff. I got my ass handed to me for that season, winning no more than two matches. Then something clicked. If I was going to do good, I was going to MAKE myself good. I went to granby camp and mizzou wrestling camps that year. The wrestlers at mizzou saw me as good potential and helped me out after the regularly timed practices were over. I came back from camp changed, and proceeded to have practices regularly with other members of the Cape team in my basement. This was about the time I was introduced to MMA, but more on that later. My sophomore year I did much better than anyone had expected, winning 25 matches or so. I did not choose this as a place to quit, and continued to mizzou for camp and also continued my twice a week sessions. Junior year was a thrill, I had exceeded everyones expectations, including myself. And had reached 3/4 wins. (this is when i quit doing drugs) That summer I went back to mizzou camp, and to John Smith’s team camp at OSU where my team finished second. Senior year I missed the hundred wins club by six wins and missed state by one. Too bad for me. But this all has not been an “I’m cool statement”. The idea is that I chose to work hard and not simply give up,I learned from my losses and didn’t bullshit my way out of my own mistakes. I think this was a lesson to my team mates, just as much as it was to me. Also keep in consideration that I’m not claiming to be the toughest motherfucker in the world. (That comment goes out to kipdynamite) I’m very little schooled in bjj and I have next to no training in any striking. What angers me about this site is that alot of my partners in ‘sparring’ are TKD guys and Hopkido and aikido. And they all suck. From a guy with a few years wrestling experience, barely any knowledge on guard passes and holds, and almost no formal ability to strike, me and my little brother(who is still in high school, I might add) take these much more athletic TMA guys. I’m almost 20. My brother is almost 17. Yet we still have people who come on here asking “why isn’t aikido considered a martial art?” Becasue there is no rational, much less possible way to defend against a teddy bear attack with it. There, now you know. I didn’t know where to post this, maybe in the noobs section, considering on this forum I am one. Maybe in the sociosuicide section. Or maybe in the height challenged motherfuckers who hate blatant stupidity section. Should Phrost or Omega or anyone else come around and move or delete this thread with whatever superpowers they have so be it, thats cool with me. I just wanted to blow off some steam. Now I’m not completely sure if I was just ranting or being on a soapbox or what and I’m very sorry if it appears so. But I want to learn, and learning comes from getting ripped to shreds sometimes.
…wait, so do you do gay for pay or what?
he should take up aikido, it would be good for his anger
I’m sending this to trollshido.
Steve
August 29, 2006, 6:39pm
35
And I was trying to be nice…
Heh!
I no longer belong to a forum where the Admin took a shit over me summarizing a poster who claimed he would destroy everyone, make everyone hate him . . . blah . . . blah . . . only to dribble urine and run away:
He is a premature ejaculation . . . a premature retrograde ejaculation. He is a check-swing, a ball fall-off-the-tee, a “morning-after-pill,” a false start with a muscle tear, a Peyton Manning after a Teddy Brusci “encounter,” a US World Cup Soccer team, a Kansas City Royal, a “you would call it ‘Lesson 4,’ I would call it ‘An Embarrassment!’” a “we have purposely trained him wrong as a joke!” a “you are no Jack Kennedy,” a “I voted for it–before I voted against it!” a Milli-Vinilli “comeback album,” a Ringo solo-career, a Keanu Reeves Method Acting lesson, a Star Wars “prequel,” an X-Files movie, a MFYs 2004 World Series, a cute lesbian that is attracted to you, a Brad Pitt who is attracted to you and other Mythical Beasts, a Democratic foreign policy, a Republican science initiative, a Labor coherency, a free-election in Tajikistan, a Gay-Pride parade in Riyadh, a French military victory, a Will Farrell “comedy,” a “can’t help fools,” a “none of you deserve to be killed by him!”
In otherwords, a disasterously embarrassing failure.
Apparently this was “a personal attack.”
–J.D.
