biteme123

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i'm not in it to win it ;; i'm in it for you*


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F*cking in the front seat; f*cking in the back seat.

IT'S FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET D*CK ON
FRIDAY
THE AWKWARD MoMENT
When   you've     known    a    guy   for   eight   months   and     you've    loved    him    since    the    day    you   first    met    him.   Then    he    goes    out   with    this    girl     you've    had    fights   with    before    and     now    you  hate     her    because     she    has    everything    you've    worked    so    hard    to    have     and    everything    you've    always    wanted     or     loved  because     she     has    him.    yeah.    that     awkward   moment..
*Livin two lifes is a little weird*

LOL JK I'M



Hannah F*cking Montana 
I'm used to it. 


not my format

 


hey, here's a trivia question
do you know how to shut the f*uck up?










format to rachelandsam605 


 

 


hey, here's a trivia question
do you know how to shut the f*uck up?










format to rachelandsam605 


 

daddy, it hurts!

omg....read this....it is so sad...i cryed...


this is a true story and if you don't pass this on you don't have a soul!!!

my name is chris, i am three, my eyes are swollen..i cannot see.

i must be stupid, i must be bad, what else could have made, my daddy so mad?


i wish i were better, i wish i weren't ugly, then maybe my mommy, would still want to hug me.

i can't do a wrong, i can't speak at all, or else i'm locked up, all day long.

when i'm awake, i'm all alone, the house is dark, my folks aren't home.


when my mommy does come home, i'll try and be nice, so maybe i'll just get, one whipping tonight.

i just heard a car, my daddy is back, from charlie's bar i hear him curse, my name is called, i press myself, against the wall.

i try to hide, from his evil eyes, i'm so afraid now, i'm starting to cry. he finds me weeping, calls me ugly words, he says its my fault, he suffers at work.

he slaps and hits me, and yells at me more, i finally get free, and run to the door.

he's already locked it, and i start to bawl, he takes me and throws me, against the hard wall.

i fall to the floor, with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues, with more bad words spoken.

'i'm sorry!', i scream, but it's now much to late, his face has been twisted, into a unimaginable shape.

the hurt and the pain, again and again, o please god, have mercy! o please let it end!

and he finally stops, and heads for the door, while i lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor.

my name is chris, i am three, tonight my daddy, murdered me.


and you can help, sickens me to the soul, if you read this, and don't pass it on.

i pray for your forgiveness, you would have to be, one heartless person, not to be affected, by this poem.

and because you are affected, do something about it! so all i ask you to do, if you are against child abuse!

post this as 'daddy ... it hurts' if you do not send this to everyone you know then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
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 don't be drinkin them 
HATERADE  
all mine. ahh facebooklol                
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
So, I was at my bestfriend's house, && we were all alone. no one else was home. so, we were on her computer, & it was quiet & we were on facebook. so, this weird voice just pops up & says:                                                                                                                                                                   
EXCUSExMExTHExMAILxHASxMESSAGESxFORxYOU.
in some winny the poo on drugs voice. so me & my friend run out of the room, down the staris, outside, down the street, & to our friends house who lives about five blocks away, screaming all the way. then, we realized it was her computer telling us we had mail.