Troubled Waters

Im scared what if hes hurt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                  

holy fuck ... i just read that entire fucking thing for the first time.

Proto took the stage with a goal,

to put the game in a cage, shocked with a pole.



You stay up Prote.

LMAO...I'D BUY ALL YER NIKE KNOCK-OFF SHIT YOU ARE SHILLING HERE...BUT I'D RATHER WATCH YOU BURN IN A GREASEFIRE...JUST SAYIN...

 

Shut your mouth when you're talking to me!!!  Proto is just keeping us waiting for the most epic post EVER!!  Perfection takes time.  Proto......let's hear it bud.

I think i saw Proto, he was furiously rowing towards the other shore. Poor Proto, maybe now he can finaly find the peace that has eluded him.

blasphemer!

I think you gotta accept it and move on people... He will be back, but not because you ask him to

Great performers know how to leave the crowd wanting more...

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Guys I have had a tough go of it lately but here I am, back where I belong.  I have been laying on the couch, with barely enough energy to press the one button that turns on my TV and my cable box.  If it was required to press 2 buttons on the remote to turn on my TV and cable, I would not have the energy.  So the answer to why I have not been here is very simply yet so pathetic:  I have not had the energy to type. 

As you know I have been diagnosed as bi polar and I quit my bi polar meds a while back.  Short story short, this led to me being very depressed.  My friend Ricardo has quit talking to me, none of the squirrels say anything to me anymore, it's like they lost the ability to talk?  EBB  quit speaking to me telepathically and I wonder if he ever did in the first place? 

That is how screwed up I am right now, I question whether my good friend equalblueberries ever even spoke to me telepathically!  For this thought I slowly poured boiling water over my bare foot.  Yes it did hurt, but a message was sent I hope.  But knowing me probably not.

One thing I tried to do is to get out and expose myself to more people and be more social.  So during a day when I felt unusually energetic, I went to a bar and sat down next to a pretty young girl with very soft skin.  Oh yeah, before I sat down I had 5 shots to calm my nerves.  I ordered a beer and asked if I could buy her one, and she said yes thanks.  So we talked and I told her how pretty her complexion was.  She got a little shy but said thank you, YOU HAVE A VERY NICE COMPLEXION YOURSELF. 

At this point I got a rush, a feeling I have not felt for a long time.  And the rush went from my chest all the way down to my tally wacker.  I popped an erection that would not go away.  I excused myself for a minute and went to the bathroom.  I pulled my pants down, opened a stall, and put my ding dong in between the door and the stall.  I slammed it and screamed.  I collapsed on the floor and somebody coming into the bathroom opened the door.  I was on the floor with my pants down, an erection still, and crying.  He started laughing so hard he called his friends over and the girl I was talking to was one of his friends. 

I pulled my pants up and ran out.  I tried running in front of a car but tripped and fell before I could get there.  I got up and was gonna run back in front of traffic but a cop grabbed me and told me I was going to be arrested for public intoxication.  Like a woman I cried my way out of the charge.  Just like a little girl.  I went home and cried for days.

As time goes by and April is here, I am past my prime.  This is my fear.   I long for times when I used my dong.  Used it in a peaceful way.

Stop short young shuckers, for this corn stalk is wilting.  One false move and you become a base head.  Yeah that's the breaks.  Unfortunately an inquisitive nature will get you nowhere here.  Only the most keen of treckers will have a chance to make it.  Are you up to the challenge?  Yes you say?  Ha, that's laughable.  Only one in a million Millsap is a winner in this sick game.

One in a Million

By the way, when I go to Chik Fil A I have sexual thoughts about the girls working there and get sad when I walk away from the counter.  Is this ok and normal?

Proto welcome back

proto is back  

When I go to chik-fil-a, the pretty girls are there all the time.  I want to hug one of them, to feel that emotion.  I want them to hold me and let me cry.  Maybe they will cry with me.  I want to caress them.  Why do I need this so bad?  What is wrong with me?  I see a pretty girl in the grocery store looking like a sweet angel.  I want to just talk to them.  I want them to want me.  I feel like a buffoon though.  Will they want to talk to a buffoon?  My gut tells me no.  I'm in a slump boys make no mistake about it.

Iwin you need God not me.  I'm a train wreck in progress.  A failure of a man.  A punk.

Guns n Roses One in a Million (forgive racial slur, still a good song)

 

PROTO!!!!!,

Good to see that you are back. I have a small story for you. The other day I was walking on the sidewalk and saw a dead squirrel with a cigarette in his mouth. True story. The little guy must have been a pack-a-day smoker till the very end.

Also, it is completely natural to have sexual thoughts about the young female employees at Chick-fil-A. There are enough sexual connotations in the name "Chick-fil-A" to give the average man a semi while ordering, it is probably part of their marketing.

In a peaceful way

I love that song... and whole unplugged 2nd side of "Lies" album  

Well done album cover also

Oh boy did I upset my good friend equalblueberries.  He must have read the post I made above about him.  He paid me a visit in person for the first time, except he was glowing which is very strange.  I was laying on my couch (duh) when he came.  Even though I had never seen him in person I knew it was him instantly.  He has a certain aura to him.  He grabbed one of my legs and pulled me off the couch.  Ricardo was with him.  Ricardo roughed me up, he jumped on my shoulder and started clawing.  If you need a better explanation, watch the video again of Ricardo in action.  It is a few posts back.

Apparently EBB, Ricardo, and the rest of the squirrels had quit speaking to me because I took a break from posting here.  The squirrels had been stealing my internet connection, apparently Ricardo has a friend who is a master of stealing encrypted wireless internet.  As for EBB, he stayed with me for about an hour.  We talked about geese and how it sucks that the summer is here.  He told me not to make him come back again or else.  This made me lose control of my urine.

After all that I felt better, I didn't blame Ricardo or EBB because they are both alpha males and you know alpha males have to be rough and tough.

Slikster I hope you gave the poor little guy a proper burial.  If I find a dead squirrel I bury them and play Taps with my trumpet.  People think I am strange for doing that and some even spit on my shoes.   

Stay strong young trekkers, our day in the sun is coming.  

Suicide is Painless

Well that does it. Telepathic communication, rough and tough squirrels, Squirrel Hackers, Proto even plays TAPS for the dead squirrels. If we cannot get this thread archived i may have to leave covers all together.....

Best thread EVER. 

you are not gonna like this Proto...

 

 

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