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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Buttsuck on January 20, 2007, 09:51:19 PM
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I am writing a narrative that i think will be an intresting read for all. This narrative is about a man, lets call him "John", who works for a magazine comapany, lets call it say..... "Muscular Development". "Muscular Development" who has just started an internet forum board has a problem with two of its members, lets call them "The Shire Reeve" and "The True Adonis". "John" who is suffering from a mid-life crises goes into meltdown and tries his hardest in this narrative to get the two members banned. I don't want to ruin the ending of the story so i guess ill jump right into it.
John was a lonely man in his mid 40's with nothing more then an apartment in Mexico and a computer working as an editor for a magazine company that published bodybuilding magazines. Although John had never in his life participated in bodybuilding, he often times thought of himself as a knowledgeable guru on the topic as he had many experiences with drugs involved in the sport. He also had many experiences with other recreational drugs that he considered to be apart of the sport but in reality weren't. John woke up in a dazed cloud from a previous night of hard partying and drug abuse and stumbled into the kitchen for his burner to make a pot of coffee. He glanced at the clock and it read back to him 3:00 pm. "Hmmmmmmm..... i got up early today" he said to himself while filling his pot full of water in preperation for his morning cup. John scratched his ass and dragging his feet over to his computer he tripped on an assortment of beer cans and other random junk. "I've got to stop drinking" he said scratching his 5 o'clock shadow and reaching down to turn on his computer. He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Muscular Development.com to load as he knew he had a lot of important business to attend to on the forums. “Finally!” He said digging the lint out of his ass crack while scrolling down to forums to see new posts. He scrolled down to see a new thread titled “JOHN ROMANO IS A CRYBABY and is trying to get MD MEMBERS BANNED”. With shock at actually receiving some notoriety he instantly clicked the thread reading it from front to back. He felt his blood boil. His beady little eyes running up and down the screen slowly sucking in the information. His face slowly started to turn beat red and John instantly went into a meltdown. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!” John screamed banging his keyboard up and down with keys flying off everywhere and shaking his monitor. “I am going to show these guys a thing or two!!!”. John instantly went from thread to thread deleting posts of the Iron Triangle (The Shire Reeve, The Board Sheriff, and The True Adonis). “I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO GET THESE GUYS BANNED AT THE NEXT MD MEETING!!!” he screamed. John became so enraged and could do nothing about it he instantly burst into tears and ran to his bed crying. He sucked his thumb and held his genitals tightly in hopes of getting some kind of comfort. After an hour of moaning John began to experience withdrawals from MD and logged back into his account. “I know what will make me feel better” he said as he clicked into Melissa Dettwillers thread. After hours of furious masturbation John changed into his yellow pit stained wife beater and pulled out a box full of marijuana, which he hid under his bed, and lit up a joint. “I gotta go work out soon” he said to himself.
After finishing his joint John grabbed his gym bag and headed off to the gym for an intense session of toilet paper curls and air squats. He stayed for 30 mins spending most of his time on his cell phone schmoing it up to Steve Blechman whining about the members on the board. “We gotta do something about this Steve! I can’t take it anymore!” he said while doing his air squats. “We will talk about it at the meeting… I’ve got more important business to attend to right now John, I can’t provide you with comfort and counseling every time you have a meltdown on the board.” A muffled voice replied on the opposite end of the phone. “Ok Steve!!! Again I apologize for bothering you during your busy day sir!!!! Ohh I almost forgot!! I will get on those articles for you as soon as I get home!!” John said in his best yes man tone. John hung up the phone and sighed. He grabbed his gym bag after a 30 minute intense session of training and headed home for his post work out joint. “HAH!! I will show them!! I will show them all!!” John said on the ride home in his 1986 rust colored Toyota Corolla that poured out black exhaust.
As soon as John got home he instantly began to access the admin controls so he could pump out as much information about members information for his big meeting in New York. He spent hours gathering all he could about member joining numbers and other statistics. He even made line graphs, pie charts, and a slide show on power point to help him. “I need everything I can get to convince Blechman that these guys are in the wrong” he said. After 5 grueling hours of preparing his report for his big meeting he sighed and said to himself “I am ready”. It dragged his feet back to his room where he plopped on his pissed stained mattress and instantly fell asleep. He dreamed of The Shire Reeve that night and how he would love to bash his face in. He also dreamed of Adonis and strangling him. He smiled and slept good that night. He knew he had a big day tomorrow.
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No way I'm reading all of that.
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No way I'm reading all of that.
It is actually quite entertaining.
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It is actually quite entertaining.
Acting on your encouragement, I skipped to the end to see what the money-shot of this wankfest might be...
"He also dreamed of Adonis and strangling him..."
Well, that describes most people here - doesn't it?
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Okay
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ok "butt suck" the only title you'll ever get is Mr Eyebrows
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ummm
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LMAO at "After finishing his joint John grabbed his gym bag and headed off to the gym for an intense session of toilet paper curls and air squats."
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No way I'm reading all of that.
same here
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same here
It's basically a big rip on Romano being a little baby and that he's a fraud.
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same here
DEEE HEE. I cAnT rEeD dUuUuuUUUUuRRrrRrR. Can jOo GiV muH a SuMmArY. I gOtZ t3H adD.
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He never said he couldn't read, he said he didn't want to read it. So I summed it up.
For the most part, the writing is pretty decent. The ending sucked. All in all, I would have rather not read it myself. A simple "Romano sucks, he lifts toilet paper and polishes Blechman's knob all day" would have sufficed.
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that was good
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I heard John still party's hard down in Miami where he currently lives.
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Buttsuck = Loser!
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He never said he couldn't read, he said he didn't want to read it. So I summed it up.
For the most part, the writing is pretty decent. The ending sucked. All in all, I would have rather not read it myself. A simple "Romano sucks, he lifts toilet paper and polishes Blechman's knob all day" would have sufficed.
The ending sucked because thats not the ending. This is part one of a 2 parter but i don't think im going to write the other half.
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ooohhhh
Well, maybe you'll get some better responses tomorrow.
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The ending sucked because thats not the ending. This is part one of a 2 parter but i don't think im going to write the other half.
Finsh the story, man!
I thought it was funny...........
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DEEE HEE. I cAnT rEeD dUuUuuUUUUuRRrrRrR. Can jOo GiV muH a SuMmArY. I gOtZ t3H adD.
Did not say I could not read. Said I was not going to. Never asked for a summary either. Your name fits you. Or maybe it should be dick suck.
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lame
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John Romano must have one of three things
1. Graves disease
2. High on meth or crack 24/7
3. He is a zombie
The guys eyes bug right the fuk out of his head...
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That was some funny shit. In the second part you should add some of the dip shits from this site.
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John Romano must have one of three things
1. Graves disease
2. High on meth or crack 24/7
3. He is a zombie
The guys eyes bug right the f**k out of his head...
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I dont really agree that romano is a crybaby but I guess its possible. not sure the truth to the rant but it was nicely written.
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I dont really agree that romano is a crybaby but I guess its possible. not sure the truth to the rant but it was nicely written.
Thx lol
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does it really affect your life that much?
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the toilet paper air thing was cute but the peice generally sucked, try writing porn.
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Adonis has a lot of time on his hands to write all that.
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No way I'm reading all of that.
I stopped at the first mention of the word 'banned'.
I don't understand the idiot obsession with being 'banned' from a message board. I have a hard time believing that anyone's life is really that small.
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That was pretty good. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
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I am writing a narrative that i think will be an intresting read for all. This narrative is about a man, lets call him "John", who works for a magazine comapany, lets call it say..... "Muscular Development". "Muscular Development" who has just started an internet forum board has a problem with two of its members, lets call them "The Shire Reeve" and "The True Adonis". "John" who is suffering from a mid-life crises goes into meltdown and tries his hardest in this narrative to get the two members banned. I don't want to ruin the ending of the story so i guess ill jump right into it.
John was a lonely man in his mid 40's with nothing more then an apartment in Mexico and a computer working as an editor for a magazine company that published bodybuilding magazines. Although John had never in his life participated in bodybuilding, he often times thought of himself as a knowledgeable guru on the topic as he had many experiences with drugs involved in the sport. He also had many experiences with other recreational drugs that he considered to be apart of the sport but in reality weren't. John woke up in a dazed cloud from a previous night of hard partying and drug abuse and stumbled into the kitchen for his burner to make a pot of coffee. He glanced at the clock and it read back to him 3:00 pm. "Hmmmmmmm..... i got up early today" he said to himself while filling his pot full of water in preperation for his morning cup. John scratched his ass and dragging his feet over to his computer he tripped on an assortment of beer cans and other random junk. "I've got to stop drinking" he said scratching his 5 o'clock shadow and reaching down to turn on his computer. He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Muscular Development.com to load as he knew he had a lot of important business to attend to on the forums. “Finally!” He said digging the lint out of his ass crack while scrolling down to forums to see new posts. He scrolled down to see a new thread titled “JOHN ROMANO IS A CRYBABY and is trying to get MD MEMBERS BANNED”. With shock at actually receiving some notoriety he instantly clicked the thread reading it from front to back. He felt his blood boil. His beady little eyes running up and down the screen slowly sucking in the information. His face slowly started to turn beat red and John instantly went into a meltdown. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!” John screamed banging his keyboard up and down with keys flying off everywhere and shaking his monitor. “I am going to show these guys a thing or two!!!”. John instantly went from thread to thread deleting posts of the Iron Triangle (The Shire Reeve, The Board Sheriff, and The True Adonis). “I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO GET THESE GUYS BANNED AT THE NEXT MD MEETING!!!” he screamed. John became so enraged and could do nothing about it he instantly burst into tears and ran to his bed crying. He sucked his thumb and held his genitals tightly in hopes of getting some kind of comfort. After an hour of moaning John began to experience withdrawals from MD and logged back into his account. “I know what will make me feel better” he said as he clicked into Melissa Dettwillers thread. After hours of furious masturbation John changed into his yellow pit stained wife beater and pulled out a box full of marijuana, which he hid under his bed, and lit up a joint. “I gotta go work out soon” he said to himself.
After finishing his joint John grabbed his gym bag and headed off to the gym for an intense session of toilet paper curls and air squats. He stayed for 30 mins spending most of his time on his cell phone schmoing it up to Steve Blechman whining about the members on the board. “We gotta do something about this Steve! I can’t take it anymore!” he said while doing his air squats. “We will talk about it at the meeting… I’ve got more important business to attend to right now John, I can’t provide you with comfort and counseling every time you have a meltdown on the board.” A muffled voice replied on the opposite end of the phone. “Ok Steve!!! Again I apologize for bothering you during your busy day sir!!!! Ohh I almost forgot!! I will get on those articles for you as soon as I get home!!” John said in his best yes man tone. John hung up the phone and sighed. He grabbed his gym bag after a 30 minute intense session of training and headed home for his post work out joint. “HAH!! I will show them!! I will show them all!!” John said on the ride home in his 1986 rust colored Toyota Corolla that poured out black exhaust.
As soon as John got home he instantly began to access the admin controls so he could pump out as much information about members information for his big meeting in New York. He spent hours gathering all he could about member joining numbers and other statistics. He even made line graphs, pie charts, and a slide show on power point to help him. “I need everything I can get to convince Blechman that these guys are in the wrong” he said. After 5 grueling hours of preparing his report for his big meeting he sighed and said to himself “I am ready”. It dragged his feet back to his room where he plopped on his pissed stained mattress and instantly fell asleep. He dreamed of The Shire Reeve that night and how he would love to bash his face in. He also dreamed of Adonis and strangling him. He smiled and slept good that night. He knew he had a big day tomorrow.
Nice one Shire.... 8)
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I stopped at the first mention of the word 'banned'.
I don't understand the idiot obsession with being 'banned' from a message board. I have a hard time believing that anyone's life is really that small.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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I stopped at the first mention of the word 'banned'.
I don't understand the idiot obsession with being 'banned' from a message board. I have a hard time believing that anyone's life is really that small.
monster truth Tre.
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monster truth Tre.
Monster lie.
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ummm
hahahahahahaha.
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Monster lie.
Suck a butt.
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Monster lie.
Your actions prove otherwise. hahaha..