Topic: Candlejack, what's the deal with that gu-
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc started this discussion 15 years ago #12,942
| Poll option | Votes | Percentage | Graph |
|---|---|---|---|
| [b][/b] | 1 | 50% | |
| [b][/b] | 1 | 50% |
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) double-posted this 15 years ago, 46 seconds later[^] [v] #233,152
Aww, stupid poll messed up my candlejack threa-
stickybuns !bENfolDsOU joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 30 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #233,153
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 1 second later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #233,154
I hate candlej-
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 4 minutes later, 5 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,156
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doing it wrong
doing it wrong
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 3 minutes later, 8 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,161
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 1 minute later, 10 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,163
@233,156 (D)
Fine. I'll just go back to being first, but I catch a lot of hell when i miss it.
Fine. I'll just go back to being first, but I catch a lot of hell when i miss it.
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Anonymous D replied with this 15 years ago, 1 minute later, 12 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,167
@previous (bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc)
On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.
I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.
I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done?
On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.
I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.
I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done?
Green !6PPj7P5Iag joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 49 seconds later, 13 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,168
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bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 1 minute later, 15 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,172
Get offa my back!
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) double-posted this 15 years ago, 5 minutes later, 20 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,176
This was my 28th topic. I think they're getting better.
Anonymous H joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 31 seconds later, 21 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,177
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx replied with this 15 years ago, 47 seconds later, 21 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,178
I'm leaving this topic now. Get me out of here, Candlejack. Goodb
Anonymous D replied with this 15 years ago, 9 minutes later, 31 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,188
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 4 minutes later, 35 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,191
Anonymous D replied with this 15 years ago, 6 minutes later, 42 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,194
bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 2 minutes later, 44 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,197
@previous (D)
Well, I have several more UIDs i'm not counting. So there, tough guy. What are you gonna do about that?
Well, I have several more UIDs i'm not counting. So there, tough guy. What are you gonna do about that?
Anonymous D replied with this 15 years ago, 3 minutes later, 48 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #233,198
@previous (bookshelf !hbZVTk6JYc)
Well, right now at this moment in time I'm thinking:
1) About Iceberg Theory
2) About how I should go to sleep in 13 minutes
3) Deltron 3030
4) My sore throat
5) How I should go about getting a PC that can play modern games
Well, right now at this moment in time I'm thinking:
1) About Iceberg Theory
2) About how I should go to sleep in 13 minutes
3) Deltron 3030
4) My sore throat
5) How I should go about getting a PC that can play modern games