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Several years ago, I toured across the country with a band. Most nights, we would stay over at someone's house so as not to ring up too much of a bill. One of the guys in the band, who was staying with me at this particular house, was an ex-satanic high priest. He had cuts on his arms from rituals he did that made people drink his drained blood mixed with his urine, etc. Some pretty far out there stuff. As part of these rituals, he did a lot of sacrifice and torturing of cats. Since he had stopped practicing, he walked away with a huge dislike of cats. In fact, he was really rather afraid of them. Now this man is about 6'6" and 300 + pounds. Not really a weakling. That night, we settled into the house we were staying at. We were in separate beds in the boys' room and left the door cracked. In the middle of the night, he woke me up in a loud, panicked whisper. Apparently, the people in the house had a cat that they did not tell him about. While he was sleeping, the cat snuck into the room and jumped onto his stomach. He woke up with the cat staring at his face. He freaked out and swung his arm around, smashing the cat into the wall. He had killed the cat and didn't know what to do. Really quietly, we snuck into the garage and put the cat behind the back tire of the host's car. The next morning, as we were leaving, the car rolled over a "bump." The family got out of the house and the wife started tearing the man a new one for running over their cat. As far as they know to this day, their cat met its destiny with Goodyear.

 

 

 

 

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Several years ago, I toured across the country with a band. Most nights, we would stay over at someone's house so as not to ring up too much of a bill. One of the guys in the band, who was staying with me at this particular house, was an ex-satanic high priest. He had cuts on his arms from rituals he did that made people drink his drained blood mixed with his urine, etc. Some pretty far out there stuff. As part of these rituals, he did a lot of sacrifice and torturing of cats. Since he had stopped practicing, he walked away with a huge dislike of cats. In fact, he was really rather afraid of them. Now this man is about 6'6" and 300 + pounds. Not really a weakling. That night, we settled into the house we were staying at. We were in separate beds in the boys' room and left the door cracked. In the middle of the night, he woke me up in a loud, panicked whisper. Apparently, the people in the house had a cat that they did not tell him about. While he was sleeping, the cat snuck into the room and jumped onto his stomach. He woke up with the cat staring at his face. He freaked out and swung his arm around, smashing the cat into the wall. He had killed the cat and didn't know what to do. Really quietly, we snuck into the garage and put the cat behind the back tire of the host's car. The next morning, as we were leaving, the car rolled over a "bump." The family got out of the house and the wife started tearing the man a new one for running over their cat. As far as they know to this day, their cat met its destiny with Goodyear.

 

 

Holy crap! One HELL of a first post!

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Several years ago, I toured across the country with a band. Most nights, we would stay over at someone's house so as not to ring up too much of a bill. One of the guys in the band, who was staying with me at this particular house, was an ex-satanic high priest. He had cuts on his arms from rituals he did that made people drink his drained blood mixed with his urine, etc. Some pretty far out there stuff. As part of these rituals, he did a lot of sacrifice and torturing of cats. Since he had stopped practicing, he walked away with a huge dislike of cats. In fact, he was really rather afraid of them. Now this man is about 6'6" and 300 + pounds. Not really a weakling. That night, we settled into the house we were staying at. We were in separate beds in the boys' room and left the door cracked. In the middle of the night, he woke me up in a loud, panicked whisper. Apparently, the people in the house had a cat that they did not tell him about. While he was sleeping, the cat snuck into the room and jumped onto his stomach. He woke up with the cat staring at his face. He freaked out and swung his arm around, smashing the cat into the wall. He had killed the cat and didn't know what to do. Really quietly, we snuck into the garage and put the cat behind the back tire of the host's car. The next morning, as we were leaving, the car rolled over a "bump." The family got out of the house and the wife started tearing the man a new one for running over their cat. As far as they know to this day, their cat met its destiny with Goodyear.

 

 

Wow...what a {censored}ing psycho. FWIW, if you ask a real satanist, cutting themselves, killing cats and drinking bloody piss is not what they are really into. That was your friend's excuse for being a {censored}up.

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I'll bet he's talking about that fatass in Bowling for Soup.



Well... I must greatly humble myself and say it wasn't the kind of band you'd think of here. I was in the instrumental section of "Up With People". Although I blush with embarrassment over admitting this, I tell you because 1. What the hell... it was when I was getting started in music and 2. It just makes the irony of the situation even greater. :evil:

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I used to shoot passing cars with marbles launched from a wrist rocket when I was a teen.


I took action pics of the chick I did yesterday.


I want to slap my cock between the easily 50 EE all natural tits of this 19 yr old hottie I'm working on a project with at school, then bend her over and pound the hell out of her very round and sexy ass. She reminds me of Deborah Burke when 1st and 10 aired on HBO, you know, the pre Lane Bryant super hot Deborah Burke.


There, I feel much better now.

 

 

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Well... I must greatly humble myself and say it wasn't the kind of band you'd think of here. I was in the instrumental section of "Up With People". Although I blush with embarrassment over admitting this, I tell you because 1. What the hell... it was when I was getting started in music and 2. It just makes the irony of the situation even greater.
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HAHAHAHA! UP WITH PEOPLE CAT KILLING SATANIST! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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So, I'm actually posting this under a different SN than usual, in order to avoid my ID from being discovered and hell being brought down upon me by my gf.

Basically every serious relationship I've been in has featured me cheating on her somehow. Two of those relationships involved the girl getting an abortion mostly bc I wasn't okay with having a kid so young or in my given situation.

In my current relationship, I've {censored}ed my ex-fiance on numerous ocassions since I've been with the new girl. I've also {censored}ed my co-worker several times. Both of those actions are the two things my current gf was most afraid would happen and has been extremely paranoid over. It has lead her to seek therapy while I continue to deny. But really all of my cheating comes down to me being extremely insecure, not that I'm using it as an excuse, its just an issue I have that I should be dealing with. But instead, I continue to deal with things the wrong way. My current gf is amazing and incredibly beautiful, I'm just a guy that can't keep his dick in his pants apparently.

Beyond that, I look at porn while I'm at work. Figured I had to throw something light in there after the heaviness I dropped.

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So, I'm actually posting this under a different SN than usual, in order to avoid my ID from being discovered and hell being brought down upon me by my gf.


Basically every serious relationship I've been in has featured me cheating on her somehow. Two of those relationships involved the girl getting an abortion mostly bc I wasn't okay with having a kid so young or in my given situation.


In my current relationship, I've {censored}ed my ex-fiance on numerous ocassions since I've been with the new girl. I've also {censored}ed my co-worker several times. Both of those actions are the two things my current gf was most afraid would happen and has been extremely paranoid over. It has lead her to seek therapy while I continue to deny. But really all of my cheating comes down to me being extremely insecure, not that I'm using it as an excuse, its just an issue I have that I should be dealing with. But instead, I continue to deal with things the wrong way. My current gf is amazing and incredibly beautiful, I'm just a guy that can't keep his dick in his pants apparently.


Beyond that, I look at porn while I'm at work. Figured I had to throw something light in there after the heaviness I dropped.

 

 

Damn. Did you post in this thread under your usual name?

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that was the first of the two times in my life i pissed on someone. while i was at put-in-bay(middle bass island in lake erie), some dude kept talkin to me while i was takin a leak, so i turned, answered and pissed on him. he just wouldn't shut the {censored} up.
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Put-in-Bay is on South Bass I believe and it is a place ripe with the hell raising. I miss that place. I use to get stoned green and drive like a wild man in attempts to set the new Put-in-Bay land speed record. 115 along the airport drive ain't too bad.

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