19 Jul 05
Originally posted by NordlysI went to Sonic to celebrate fat day . I ordered 3 double bacon Sonic Burgers , 2 orders of hot poppers , a large onion ring , a chili dog(foot long) , a banana split , and a diet coke (to keep it real , as I've really got to watch what I eat ). I parked my truck in the street and walked all the way up the driveway to the house to burn it off .
I just had some icecream to celebrate FAT DAY.
19 Jul 05
Originally posted by Moldy CrowWow, that's a lot for one moldy crow.
I went to Sonic to celebrate fat day . I ordered 3 double bacon Sonic Burgers , 2 orders of hot poppers , a large onion ring , a chili dog(foot long) , a banana split , and a diet coke (to keep it real , as I've really got to watch what I eat ). I parked my truck in the street and walked all the way up the driveway to the house to burn it off .
19 Jul 05
Originally posted by Vargyou don't know how lucky you were - ask me about the loneliness of perfection. i felt completely excluded from the playground bullying rough and tumble, until one day some unlikely genius hit upon the idea of picking on my very perfection. 'perfecty, perfecty!', he would chant as i went by, and soon all the other kids were following suit. i was estatic in my mortification, and today i remain grateful to that bully who, even if just for a short time, made me feel what it was like to be imperfect like everyone else. i wish i could remember his name.
Fat kids got teased at my school, and I did some of the teasing.
But the thing is, everybody had something.
I was teased for wearing glasses and was skinny, someone else because of ginger hair, others because they were fat.
If somebody said something to you, you said something back quick, or they'd assume you were soft.
No trait was sacred (although there ...[text shortened]... p people).
Kids today are soft - they need bullying to toughen them up for life after school.
19 Jul 05
Originally posted by dfm65his name was dale.
you don't know how lucky you were - ask me about the loneliness of perfection. i felt completely excluded from the playground bullying rough and tumble, until one day some unlikely genius hit upon the idea of picking on my very perfection. 'perfecty, perfecty!', he would chant as i went by, and soon all the other kids were following suit. i was estatic in m ...[text shortened]... me feel what it was like to be imperfect like everyone else. i wish i could remember his name.