I was unaware that you were now willingly sharing your name publicly, forgive me.
Both. One will be made of cheddar cheese and the other will be made of mozzarella. But I won't tell you which one is which until I'm finished.
Congrats No Irish girls I know play TWD or TLOU I'm the only one everyone else I know just plays COD as for even gamer girls they are extremely rare in Ireland for some reason
Demisexual...that's a new one. I wouldn't identify with that, but I have shades of it. I'm a lot less 'fuck anything that moves' than most people I know.
Demisexual... I haven't heard of that. You need to develop a relationship with them first? That's interesting... I'm friends with someone who doesn't like sex AT ALL.
"Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me."
Eh, it's not more sexist than an English speaker saying 'I fucked your mom', etc. It is a LOT more insulting though. Bringing a person's mom into it or calling someone a shoe is a great way to get into a fight.
Eh, it's not more sexist than an English speaker saying 'I fucked your mom', etc. It is a LOT more insulting though. Bringing a person's mom into it or calling someone a shoe is a great way to get into a fight.
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Well I did notice one of his interests is COD according to my facebook stalking skillz.
GOD HELP ME!!
It's just a name.
Pics or you're lying.
Nope. I'm as lost as you are girl.
You can have them when I inevitably go blind from diabeetus.
O_O
Run. Just run. COD cancels out every good thing.
No, I am dead. I'm always dead after work.
How have your bowels been? Moving regularly?
A name that hasn't been revealed until now. Sorry for trying to protect your privacy.
I can't show you yet. I'm still working on Brice's UPS abs.
On gigapainter you have literally called me "Brice" a bunch of times in front of everyone.
Demisexual...that's a new one. I wouldn't identify with that, but I have shades of it. I'm a lot less 'fuck anything that moves' than most people I know.
The only time I remember calling you Brice was in front of Rachel.
Your argument is invalid.
I don't know why, but I've always loved that tiny violin.
Yeah, but even in high school it started around August 20th-30th and ended June 3rd-10th
:I
THROWS THINGS
You're just upset because you know I won.
Go ahead and throw your temper tantrum. I don't care. c:
Blind eyes are useless to me.
I need to ask about all his bowel movements in the last two days so I can get started.
I told you.
"Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me."
You ever get that spreadsheet started?
I'm throwing things cuz you're tacky and I hate you.
I meant he phone had a small hard drive! Get with the program ATR!
"Suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood".
XDDD not funny I just want a smart Irish gamer girl pls the girls over here just drink all day and go to clubs nothing else D':
I need to gather all the information from the last two days first.
Eh, it's not more sexist than an English speaker saying 'I fucked your mom', etc. It is a LOT more insulting though. Bringing a person's mom into it or calling someone a shoe is a great way to get into a fight.
Well for the first day just put "max input reached, output minimal"
FUCK! I was almost done with explaning everything and I tried clicking on a tab, but I clicked the backpage button .....
A little faster than normal
I Know that feeling ;_;
xD
I am the master at shitting.
My advice worked right?
How is calling someone a shoe insulting? XD I dun get it. ^_^
Uhhhh well your advice would have worked but I was already unconstipated. I was dropping bombs in the weight room on Monday xD
I'll try tomorrow ._.
MUAHAHHA are you sure? give it time
Because they are smelly I guess....
nuuuuuuu I wanna know NOW