Acid_Metal
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Joined: January 27, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
user id: 268329
Location: Nowheresville
Gender: F
Joined: January 27, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
user id: 268329
Location: Nowheresville
Gender: F
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Me: *opens witty*
Witty: Please sign in.
Me: *signs in*
Witty: You're already signed in, silly!
Me: Then why
Me: the fück
Me: did you tell me
Me: to sign
Me: in.
Today a officer
came into my class to talk about substance abuse.
He had a few pictures in his hands and he said he already spoke with the family
and that they were okay with him sharing this story. He showed us a picture of the
cuteset baby boy I had ever seen. His name was Jason, and he showed us more
pictures, and he told us how intellegent he was, and what great of an athlete he was.
But then he said at the age of fifteen, Jason started using marij/uana. At first it was
no big deal, but then he got hooked. He used marij/uana so much he didn't even get
a high from it anymore, so he moved onto me/th. Jason's parents had no idea as
to what was going on, they were just called about Jason's grades going from A's to
F's. Then they got called into school almost every week due to Jason getting in a
fight. He was just so angry all the time and he just wanted to fight anyone. One night
he came home and his mother said something to him he didn't quite like, so he
slammed her through a wall. When Jason's dad got home, he was so angry, he
beat Jason senseless. But that didn't help anything. Jason went back to the drugs
and back to the fighting. He started stealing from everyone for me/th. Then he got
in more trouble for beating up people. One day Jason and his friends were so
messed up on drugs, for fun they went driving down the road, attacking people,
beating some to the point they were in the hospital. Jason got arrested, they all
got arrested. But Jason's parent's loved that sweet little boy in the baby picture
so much, they took him in after three years in prison, as long as he got help.
Jason didn't get any help, he went back to the drugs, he went back to the
crowd of people he had always hung out wtih. When Jason was twenty five
years old his parents came home, Jason was there waiting for them. He
attacked his parents with a knife in both hands and was planning on killing
both of his parents. His dad had no choice. He shot him, and he was taken to
the hospital. Jason survived, and he recovered and he went back home. Where
he returned to the substance abuse. Not long after that, Jason had done it
for far too long, and he hated himself, and he took his own life. And what was
worse for the family was Jason had a younger sister. Who was following right along
in her brothers footsteps. But luckily for her, she some how found her way out. She
was clean, and she is now a happy thirty four year old woman with two daughters.
Then the officer looked at us and said "I know what you're thinking 'How do we
know you're telling the truth?" he paused for a moment, before I almost saw
a grown man burst into tears, he said "Jason was my son."
He had a few pictures in his hands and he said he already spoke with the family
and that they were okay with him sharing this story. He showed us a picture of the
cuteset baby boy I had ever seen. His name was Jason, and he showed us more
pictures, and he told us how intellegent he was, and what great of an athlete he was.
But then he said at the age of fifteen, Jason started using marij/uana. At first it was
no big deal, but then he got hooked. He used marij/uana so much he didn't even get
a high from it anymore, so he moved onto me/th. Jason's parents had no idea as
to what was going on, they were just called about Jason's grades going from A's to
F's. Then they got called into school almost every week due to Jason getting in a
fight. He was just so angry all the time and he just wanted to fight anyone. One night
he came home and his mother said something to him he didn't quite like, so he
slammed her through a wall. When Jason's dad got home, he was so angry, he
beat Jason senseless. But that didn't help anything. Jason went back to the drugs
and back to the fighting. He started stealing from everyone for me/th. Then he got
in more trouble for beating up people. One day Jason and his friends were so
messed up on drugs, for fun they went driving down the road, attacking people,
beating some to the point they were in the hospital. Jason got arrested, they all
got arrested. But Jason's parent's loved that sweet little boy in the baby picture
so much, they took him in after three years in prison, as long as he got help.
Jason didn't get any help, he went back to the drugs, he went back to the
crowd of people he had always hung out wtih. When Jason was twenty five
years old his parents came home, Jason was there waiting for them. He
attacked his parents with a knife in both hands and was planning on killing
both of his parents. His dad had no choice. He shot him, and he was taken to
the hospital. Jason survived, and he recovered and he went back home. Where
he returned to the substance abuse. Not long after that, Jason had done it
for far too long, and he hated himself, and he took his own life. And what was
worse for the family was Jason had a younger sister. Who was following right along
in her brothers footsteps. But luckily for her, she some how found her way out. She
was clean, and she is now a happy thirty four year old woman with two daughters.
Then the officer looked at us and said "I know what you're thinking 'How do we
know you're telling the truth?" he paused for a moment, before I almost saw
a grown man burst into tears, he said "Jason was my son."
Okay.
I'm going to sound really mean
But I don't care.
TO THOSE WHOM FOLLOW ME BECAUSE I FOLLOW THEM, NOT BECAUSE THEY LIKE MY QUOTES:
Please,
Click the unfollow button.
I don't want someone to look at their homepage
And be like
'Oh great. This dude made another quote. The only reason I'm following him is because he followed me'
Like seriously.
I don't care about how many followers I have or whatev.
I care that they like my quotes
Thus I conclude,
If you follow me and hate my quotes
Please unfollow
There will be no hard feelings
I'll actually be glad you did.
TO THOSE WHOM FAVOURITE MY QUOTES JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE:
Okay,
I understand the whole 'Top Quotes need more favs' thing
But I don't want the fav unless you like my quote
I don't even want to be on Top Quotes
Like honestly,
I'm happy just knowing someone likes what I post
But if people are going around faving quotes for the fun of it
Then how do I know if someone actually like it,
Y'know?
I'm sorry if you fall into one of the two things listed above
This quote is not to be offesive or to upset anyone
Thank you for your understandment
I'm going to sound really mean
But I don't care.
TO THOSE WHOM FOLLOW ME BECAUSE I FOLLOW THEM, NOT BECAUSE THEY LIKE MY QUOTES:
Please,
Click the unfollow button.
I don't want someone to look at their homepage
And be like
'Oh great. This dude made another quote. The only reason I'm following him is because he followed me'
Like seriously.
I don't care about how many followers I have or whatev.
I care that they like my quotes
Thus I conclude,
If you follow me and hate my quotes
Please unfollow
There will be no hard feelings
I'll actually be glad you did.
TO THOSE WHOM FAVOURITE MY QUOTES JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE:
Okay,
I understand the whole 'Top Quotes need more favs' thing
But I don't want the fav unless you like my quote
I don't even want to be on Top Quotes
Like honestly,
I'm happy just knowing someone likes what I post
But if people are going around faving quotes for the fun of it
Then how do I know if someone actually like it,
Y'know?
I'm sorry if you fall into one of the two things listed above
This quote is not to be offesive or to upset anyone
Thank you for your understandment
Today in school
I was listening to these two girls
conversation and they were talking about blo.w jobs and
the one girl was like “Do you swallow c.um?” and the
other one was like “no I heard somewhere that your
stomach doesnt digest it and it stays in your stomach
for 7 years” and the other girl was like “I think that’s
gum” and the other girl was like“no I'm pretty
sure that it’s cu.m”
I had to walk away to keep from bursting out laughing
conversation and they were talking about blo.w jobs and
the one girl was like “Do you swallow c.um?” and the
other one was like “no I heard somewhere that your
stomach doesnt digest it and it stays in your stomach
for 7 years” and the other girl was like “I think that’s
gum” and the other girl was like“no I'm pretty
sure that it’s cu.m”
I had to walk away to keep from bursting out laughing
There's this new girl at
my lunch and literally anything you say she hears
and goes down to guidance to tell to her consular and i was
kidding and like 'yeah I'm pregnant''
and during
my study hall period
I got called down to guidance
and that's the story of how my boyfriend, parents and
guidance consular thought I was pregnant.
Things Spongebob Taught Me
1) Moss Always Points To
Civilization
2) How To Spell Fun
3) The Best Time To Wear A Striped Sweater Is All The Time
4) The Meaning Of Fun
5)Friendship Is More Important Than Knowledge
2) How To Spell Fun
3) The Best Time To Wear A Striped Sweater Is All The Time
4) The Meaning Of Fun
5)Friendship Is More Important Than Knowledge
My band
director: You're
rushing! This
is a
ballad!
You've
just
got
to take
moments
like
this
slow!
Think
of it
like
the
first
time
you
held
someone's hand
and
kind
of liked
it.
My band director: I would say kissed someone, but we all know y'all haven't kissed anybody.
My band director: I would say kissed someone, but we all know y'all haven't kissed anybody.
❝Make-up is like getting an
animal face
painting.
You
may look like a super cool with it on but when you take it off
you're still the same person you were when you put it
on.❞-My
cousin
"
Here's an
odd request;
Vodka wants to write a fanfic.
About Homestuck.
But she needs AT LEAST fifteen people to help her out.
Eleven trolls,
Four kids.
See, she's already got her silly fantroll, Rastin.
(Oh god she's terrible but it's all Vodka's got)
If anyone wants to help this, uh... worthy cause,
comment below.
If you've got a Tumblr, that helps too. c:
THANKS. <3
Vodka wants to write a fanfic.
About Homestuck.
But she needs AT LEAST fifteen people to help her out.
Eleven trolls,
Four kids.
See, she's already got her silly fantroll, Rastin.
(Oh god she's terrible but it's all Vodka's got)
If anyone wants to help this, uh... worthy cause,
comment below.
If you've got a Tumblr, that helps too. c:
THANKS. <3
