Being a mod can make a place stop being fun. That's what happened with me and a forum I used to frequent. Not only did you constantly have to deal with all the idiotic spam posts, but it was a pain in the ass to move things from one forum to another. People either kissed your ass, whined to you about nonsense shit, or both.
I just heard this weird, wild honking and went outside. There were three Canada geese beating the fuck out of each other in midair over my house. No apparent reason, no other geese in sight.
Really strange. Maybe we're going to have an earthquake or something.
Not to long ago, I saw this kid start blaring preset 3 on his Fischer Price toy boom box and he proceeded to break dance on the concrete and get some amazing road rash all over his face. It was beautiful to see such failure.
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"That's how much fuck fish." -John Laroche
I would say 8 years old. He was such a little brat, I remember he was trying to steal something out of my yard and I caught him, he then decided to run and thought he was gone YEAH THE HELL RIGHT, I chucked this rock about 30 yards and it slammed right into his dome piece. Made me feel good about myself.
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"That's how much fuck fish." -John Laroche
My old neighbors used to have a mentally retarded son that they would lock outside for about three hours every day and as soon as he was out of the door, he would run into my front lawn and start screaming at the top of his lungs. One day I decided that I'd had enough and put on a cheap skull mask and scared him away.