so its a big-ass blister...big deal...

Yeah, who cares about PUSS-SPEWING ANGRY BLISTERS. Not a big deal.

so its a big-ass blister...big deal...

You know, my dad and I used to play catch.

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let me guess, he was the 'pitcher' and you were the 'catcher'? you know, theres help for you out there as a survivor...

SNAKE!!!! HOLD ON TO MY MANHOOD!

thats true, but also 6 years old. if you think that i should feel shame because i want to know where my fucked up bastard of a father is, then i think you would be #1 on my fuck you list. for some reason, i just don't think that you guys making fun of the fact that my father, whom i never knew, who put my mother in a coma for 4 months and almost killed me is funny. but, then again, yer 2 peas in a pod. one a fat fuck, and the other a little fucking pansy punching bag...go figure...

Uhoh, someone's got hurt feelins!

I don't think you should feel shame because of wanting to know your dad: rather, I think your daddy issues help explain some of your deeply fucked-up behavior. Knowing that your father was an abusive, negligent and potentially homicidal deadbeat -- a person you yearn to renew contact with and have 'bless' your transition to adulthood -- shines a little more light on just what's going on with you. For example, why you're so interested in finding character, yet choose to display none worth speaking of.

Be happy about this; without explanations you'd be even less tolerable.

You're not to blame for who bore you. Your responsibility lies in how and if you let that shape you. This is presumably where you fail: as far as I can tell, you've gotten as far as getting a goofy "mercy honor obligation faggotry knowledge whatever" pseudo-miiltary I-have-discipline tattoo and go around being an embarrassingly sub-literate crapcock on the Internet with nothing of any real value to contribute.

Of course, all I have to go on is what you portray here on LS -- and in AIM, god forbid.

I find it interesting you think me getting punched is such a character flaw. Also, because you've finally referenced it for the 19th time, I'll note that the picture you think portrays me with a punch wound is a year older than the event you think it's from, and not from getting punched.

It's sad that you keep clinging to this as some kind of red-hot Internet cut-down. But then I remember your tender daddy situation and think 'Poor bastard, there but for the grace of god' and I get a little less sad for you and a little more happy for me. Then I go do something else.

well now...i thank you, vas, for being real. my feelings aren't an issue here. i've had much worse things happen to me. so what. i come to LS to waste time. nothing else. my comments are stupid. and i like it that way.
as far as my tattoo, MHOFKP, that is all personal, it has nothing to do with the outside world, let alone any dogmatic therory. and i feel no need to clue anyone in on what it means to me.
and, as far as me making fun of the fact that you got yer shit stomped, or just making fun of you for the hell of it even when it doesn't apply...well, that LS fer ya!
i think of LS like i think of a dennys $3.99 breakfast: cheap. it'll give you IBS. but, you just have to have some...

well now...i thank you, vas, for being real. my feelings aren't an issue here.
HAHA!

as far as my tattoo, MHOFKP, that is all personal, it has nothing to do with the outside world, let alone any dogmatic therory. and i feel no need to clue anyone in on what it means to me.
Dammit dude, now you have ruined my weekend, I was on the edge of my seat hoping that you would shed more light into what makes mhofkp tick.

as far as me making fun of the fact that you got yer shit stomped,
It is hilarious to see you beat this particular horsey, like you know a little shameful shamenugget that Vas weeps to himself about in the early hours of the morning.