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Owlvis bitched about it.





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Oweo started another crappy thread and then...

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people answered because that’s the point of a message board.

You should really thank him for taking a lot of the attention away from your absolutely awful posts. You aren’t much better than him at all

Some dickbag stroke victim started a spinoff thread.

Oweo started a thread on a typical lonely night, much as every night for our wheelchair bound heroine. Owlie, in a moment of stroked-out rage, thinks to himself 'Never!'.

Having suffered another stroke mid sentence though, he begins to tell his story, confusing his stroked-out mind even more.

However, Oweo, not to be deterred, realizes that though his legs may be feeble, his mind is sharp. Sharp as a dull teaspoon mind you, but relatively sharp, in the context that a spoon can cut softened butter. Or possibly be used to scoop frozen titty milk in an upcoming storm if need be.

Owlie, possibly even more confused, tells Oweo to meet him at Sonic to check knuckles and settle this once and for all.

While slapping each other silly, neither landing blows of any revelance on each other, the entire OT crashes into the Sonic in F-350's, truck-nuts dragging, Carolina squatting, country rap blarring.


Both die, and the OT was saved from shitty threads. The end.

It was a cold and rainy day in March. I went to Kristoff's where I usually get my hair done but Kristoff wasn't there. He had mysteriously disappeared. In his place was a stranger named Rinaldo. I'll never forget him. His eyes were steely gray. His hands were like ice. He said, "I'll streak your hair and I'll give you a body wave." He worked very fast and then, as he turned my chair around to face the mirror, I saw it.




He permed me!

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He permed me!

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You’re missing an “s” on the front of the middle word.

It makes the story shoot off the page and come alive.

And the 2 whiniest posters to one another lived happily ever after.