funny mothers day games

I need your help honest answer
Know whats funny? I have always been a nice person, helping others, being friendly and such. Im was pretty semi fat, not overweight. I weighted 213 lbs, I now weight 205.... I cant find a girlfriend!. Two months ago I dumped my GF because I discovered she snuck out of home, had sex with guys and went to parties and got drunk..shes young, like me. I am only 17. She was my 2nd girlfriend I ever had!. I moved away to another state to be back with my mother..(Not because of my ex GF). My mom lives with her BF and we are christains, we believe its wrong to have sex before marriege. I am surrounded by old hags and old idiots!, the area were I live in is full of old people, crime everywere and the schools are horrible, so I am currently home schooled until I find a better place. Long story short, ive been gaining muscle, loosing alot of weight and now I am in shape!. I weight 184. Thats all I am oobsessed with now, is to become that what I wasnt. I was weak, a pulling insigificant person. My 'friends' in church talk to me, they invite me to games and such. But I dont go.. girls talk to me. they say things that I always wanted them to say but now I dont give a **** "Wow____You look good!. Hey, me & my friends are going to the beach tonight, u wanna come? You can go with usm we got enough room in the van". "No". Thats all I said before walking away. Was I rude? No, I was simply being reasonable. When I was out of shape, shy and quiet and friendly, no one ever talked to me, they only respnded when I talked to them, now they come along with those stupid smirks on their faces and those fakes smiles, liking me because suddenly im in shape? I look good? BAH! **** em. During the training I had and the execises, I came to a conclusion. I grasped great truth on a deep, fundamental level: that the strength to survive must come from within. Others will always fail you. Friends, family, fellow lovers ... in the end, each person must stand alone. When in need, look to the self. Only you can watch your back, cause no one else will. I got news that my ex GF was raped and beaten to a pulp, haha. Now she decided to call me, asking me how I was, what im doing, how she misses me. I could not help myself but laugh at her face and hang up!. Why? Because she deserves every bit of it. ALways chasing trhee guys at once, screwing one and jumping to the next. I hate her more than ever, now she reaps what she sowed!. But, I need help now. I already surpassed the ones I envied, im better! im stronger!. While they are living in problems, I am ascending to a better lifestyle. My mom works all day long, comes back at night, her BF does the same, he comes back after dark. I am home alone always, there is no car for me to drive and everyone, my cousins and friends dont usually call to say whats up or wnna hang out. I found the potential to get a GF, but can I get the right one? one who likes me for who I am and not for my looks?. Because they all seem slutz to me..
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HA that is wh the weak fail and the strong prosper so how do I get girls and keep them
Know whats funny? I have always been a nice person, helping others, being friendly and such. Im was pretty semi fat, not overweight. I weighted 213 lbs, I now weight 205.... I cant find a girlfriend!. Two months ago I dumped my GF because I discovered she snuck out of home, had sex with guys and went to parties and got drunk..shes young, like me. I am only 17. She was my 2nd girlfriend I ever had!. I moved away to another state to be back with my mother..(Not because of my ex GF). My mom lives with her BF and we are christains, we believe its wrong to have sex before marriege. I am surrounded by old hags and old idiots!, the area were I live in is full of old people, crime everywere and the schools are horrible, so I am currently home schooled until I find a better place. Long story short, ive been gaining muscle, loosing alot of weight and now I am in shape!. I weight 184. Thats all I am oobsessed with now, is to become that what I wasnt. I was weak, a pulling insigificant person. My 'friends' in church talk to me, they invite me to games and such. But I dont go.. girls talk to me. they say things that I always wanted them to say but now I dont give a **** "Wow____You look good!. Hey, me & my friends are going to the beach tonight, u wanna come? You can go with usm we got enough room in the van". "No". Thats all I said before walking away. Was I rude? No, I was simply being reasonable. When I was out of shape, shy and quiet and friendly, no one ever talked to me, they only respnded when I talked to them, now they come along with those stupid smirks on their faces and those fakes smiles, liking me because suddenly im in shape? I look good? BAH! **** em. During the training I had and the execises, I came to a conclusion. I grasped great truth on a deep, fundamental level: that the strength to survive must come from within. Others will always fail you. Friends, family, fellow lovers ... in the end, each person must stand alone. When in need, look to the self. Only you can watch your back, cause no one else will. I got news that my ex GF was raped and beaten to a pulp, haha. Now she decided to call me, asking me how I was, what im doing, how she misses me. I could not help myself but laugh at her face and hang up!. Why? Because she deserves every bit of it. ALways chasing trhee guys at once, screwing one and jumping to the next. I hate her more than ever, now she reaps what she sowed!. But, I need help now. I already surpassed the ones I envied, im better! im stronger!. While they are living in problems, I am ascending to a better lifestyle. My mom works all day long, comes back at night, her BF does the same, he comes back after dark. I am home alone always, there is no car for me to drive and everyone, my cousins and friends dont usually call to say whats up or wnna hang out. I found the potential to get a GF, but can I get the right one? one who likes me for who I am and not for my looks?. Because they all seem slutz to me.. I am not fat..I am Sith But ur damn STR8!
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Personality Disorder or something else
I'm a very, very, very confused 19 year old Male. I don't seem to know myself at all. I don't know anything about me. My hobby would be to sit around playing computer games all day.. but I've nearly disowned this. I hate sitting around on a computer all day; it's disgusting and I feel as though I'm not accomplishing anything. Something else about me is my social awareness issue. I don't seem to be socially aware at all because I've spent my time all on a computer from the age 9 to .. well. Now. I'm not really wanting to use this as a crutch or excuse, so I try to ignore it as I feel if I admitted this was my source of problem; I'd be telling myself that .... it was my fault. Hm, okay. Well it seems just writing about all this here is helping already haha. Anyway. I'm confused as to what I want to do. I feel like a negative vibe or energy with people and it seems nearly inevitable. It's like subconcious effort to turn and say sad things in a sad manner.. I don't even realize it until I stop to think about it. I blame my mother for this; as she's very much paranoid, untrusting in people, and very weak willed. I try my best to steer away from her but the ending result is me being this humongous bitch to everyone, lol. It's not cool or funny. But this also tends to happen subconciously. I've been trying to stay very aware of it however. I haven't had friends, not true ones, in over 3 years now. Back when I had true friends, I didn't know myself either, but I ended up moving away from them during the best times of my life and the ending result was that I'm now a lot like my mother. Afraid of the world. I feel like if I could just get my life on track somehow I could really start moving forward.. but it's hard. I wake up in the morning and not even want to get out of bed. I tell myself if I just go job hunting I can make things better by getting a job, but my social issues hold me back from making a good impression. I feel as though I'm really lost and stuck. I have no one I can turn to and the ending result is this confused lonely boy, haha. I really wish I could just go back in time and start over and get over these issues before they happened, but... Bad parental guidance, this is just something I'll have to face. But how? My family is poor, we have no insurance and I know the realistic answers.. My only question is; how can I tap into the strength I need to really focus on these things? One moment I feel highly motivated and powerful and then the next I'm falling from a 500 foot story building until I ultimately crash and end right back up to the bottom. There's a lot of things I'm holding in; a lot of things you can't see.. I don't know. Perhaps I just need a friend.. I'm really ranting now, sorry. Tough love is what I feel like I've missed out on a lot in my life. People really hold back on me, I think. Wise words, please. xoxo Matthew
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What do you think about a Left4Dead movie
Before you answer consider the following... First off the reason I thought this up is because I was thinking how funny it would be for hollywood to make another zombie game into a movie.. Then my imagination ran wild and the movie came together in my head. What its about Basically taking the plot from left4dead "combining NOMercy, DeathToll & DeadAir"and adding both past, present and future to it as well as more personas ect... What i see is it starts out a beautiful day "=P of course" in a minor league baseball park where a practice mathc is going on. in the audience cheering is Zoey(19) and her single mother(42), chanting for her little brother(14) who is playing baseball. Havent really thought out that scene too much but what i plan is to have 4 beginning scenes introducing the lifestyles of each survivor. Basically Louis(32) will take place in a corporate sky scraper "main scene will be one of his secretaries coughing and sneezing on him" Next will be Francis(24) who will be a little more rebel and young, this will take place at a gas station where the main scene is basically him riding motorcycles with his posse and eventually will transistion into Bill(67) when francis will arrive at a bar mainly for veterans and of course there is bill drinking whiskey shots listening to country music bitching about the government.... I have to run now but basically I plan on making it a little more emotional for the audience when it comes to getting into the charactors life i do plan on adding alot more personas and basically end up with 4... few would include Zoeys brother the church from death toll with have a priest a mother and her son and an old couple. the boss zombies will be more unique rather than completly the saem and they will have reasons as well.. tell me what you think so far
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I need help my girlfriends dad is trying to break us up
Im gay .. And i started dating this really amazing girl about a month ago her mom and brother love me but when we told her dad ... He wasnt to impressed. He set more strict rules which i was totally fine with rules like her curfew was lowered to 10pm and i wasnt alone in her bedroom but we still hung out ... But then her dad sarted taking her places so i would rarely get to see her and He wont even look at me . He thinks i forced his daughter into doing this because im the first girl she dated. His daughter is really truly amazing, she has the kindest heart and she is sweet and funny my whole family loves her. All of my friends want to be around her with me. The other day my dad went out and i asked if i could have some friends over for a little bit to hang out and he said yea. So my friends were there and my girlfriend got her mom to drop her off and her mom wanted her to spend time with me cause she is leave for france in a couple days for the rest of the summer. So her mom dropped her off knowing there would be no parents there not even twenty minutes later her dad pulls in my driveway in his police cruiser ( did i mention he was a cop ?) and knocks on the door, we were all playing that board game life lol. Her dad asked if there was any paents home and i was like no and he said okay grab you stuff lets go .. Later that night she called me crying apologising... I dont like to see her or hear her like that it upsets me. Her dad called my dad and told him that he is gonna have same rules as if she as dateing a boy.. and that he doesnt want us to see each other until she gets back from France.... My best friend told me he was trying to get us to break up but i didnt beleive until she signed on msn and told me that he dad wants her to go on a date with this guy he knows while shes in France and he said she could stay at his house and all that ... And she told me she loves me and only me and she doesnt want us to break up and that her dad is being jerk by hurting her and I..... But really what parent would do that Should i talk to him 1 on 1 Like I help cook and clean i do everything i unload the dishwasher i help with chores i play with her little brother her mother and i have the deepest bond she is closer to me then my own mother but her dad.... flat out HATES ME ! and THIS RELATIONSHIP What do i do about a homophobic cop who will tazer me when i sleep ?? HA Please help
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My moms going to divorce my dad when he gets home from work I used to really want her to but now im scared
Heres what my dads like. Should my mom divorce him?: when i was little i had kinda a lot of fun with my dad. like he would give me rides on his back and stuff. But i member if i did something that he diddnt like he would hit me. And it is still like that now sometimes. Im 14 years old now. He doesnt really have fun anymore though because he is always gone(at his parents house, seeing friends, football games, at the auto body shop that he works at, ect.) and when he is home, then he workes on cars in our garage. I try to talk to him and tell him funny things that happend at school and stuff but he doesnt really listen to anyone. he will either ignore me and not look at me or anything or he will tell me to shut up. it makes me feel sad cus i really do want to love him. But when he hurts us and yells at us i hate him so much and i have cut myself a lil bit before. But i really try to not worry. And up untill like October he would hit me (and my brother, he is 10 years old), twist our ears, squeeze our shoulders(he did this on a lot because its a pressure point and it doesnt leave a mark), ect. But he has pretty much stopped sience my mom told him that she was gonna divorce him if he kept being a bad husband(they just fight a LOT). She wrote him like 30 pages about how if he doesnt change then she would get a divorce. She knows that i want to leave my dad but she cant like she cant do things herself. But when my mom leaves and me and my brother are alone with him my dad acts different. He yells and swears at us all the time and tells us that he wishes he could hit us again(he has hit my brother when my mom wassent there). When my dad gets mad, he gets this look on his face like hes gonna kill someone and he clenches his teeth together and yells like crazy. Like if me and my brother get in a little fight then he will be like "get the **** away from each other you two dumb *** mother *******!! You can tell your mom anything you want! I dont give a ****! You two are still babies!!" He makes me cry and i feel so bad. My dad calls me a little baby a lot. like one time he came in my room and called me a baby because i was crying. My dad makes me help him all the time and do everything for him. For example, he got a cool radio with a tv and touch screen for our car. He made ME figure everything out. When something wassnet working on it i said: me: "i dont know how to do this, its not working". my dad: "ARE YOU SAYING I BOUGHT A PIECE PIECE OF JUNK?!?! me: "no, im not." my dad: "THEN WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? HUH? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!?" I tried just ignoring him but then he kept asking the same question and he wouldnt let it go. and then he said, "FU*K YOU! YOUR A QUITER(he calls me a quiter all the time too, but i dont care what he says because he doesnt even try) READ THE DAMN INSTRUCTIONS(i had them in my hands the whole time, i had been working on the radio for an hour) AND GET IT RIGHT!. He also makes me go online all the time for him to get coupons or whatever. When the computer takes a long time to load he yells at me! i wish he would just **** off and leave me alone and do things himself because whenever i help him he ends up yelling at me and he never says "thank you". The other day when my mom was gone I was sitting upstairs and then i heard my brother scream REALLY loud. If my mom was home, then my dad would not have yelled or hit him. Then my brother told me that my dad hit him and that he wished that my mom would divorce him and that we would never see my dad again. My brother also hits me a lot. My grandma always said that he needed anger managment (my dad needs it too, and ill admit that i could use it a little too) but my mom never listened to her. My brother is 10 years old and he still wets the bed and sleeps with my mom. My dad sleeps on the couch. Last week when my mom was gone, my dad made me and my brother lay with him on the couch so that my mom would see us when she came home and would be happy. Me and my brother diddnt want to. I knew to listen to him though. But my brother was like "dad i dont want to". And then my dad was like "Get the **** over here and sit on my god damn lap" My mom thinks hes changed, but he hasent. We(my mom, brother, me) have left the house a couple of times and went to my gramas house to get away from him(my grandma and grandpa dont know that he is the reason that we went there). Im just so confused and dont know what to do. what am i suppost to do? My dad is going to get really really sad and mabee mad, and i dont want him to be sad. My mom doesnt have a good job and doesnt make a lot of money at all. Where would we live? I love my house now. We have a big pretty garden, we just go an edition put on the house and i got a new room that i love, my old dog that was with me for 10 years sience i was born barried in the backyard, my first cat and all of my other pets were barried here. Im suppost to go to a great high school this year(im a freshmen). We live in
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part of Ch One feedback anyone
“Innocence is little more than a fictional concept to the children of the new millennium. Too quickly are dreams of being celebrities and rich socialites shot down by harsh reality.” I thought to myself on my way home from a long day of school one cool autumn afternoon. My name is Levka Chesnokov, but people call me Lev. My name is annoyingly ethnic, it’s not uncommon for some moron to waltz up to be speaking in an embarrassing Russian accent. Not to mention the gender-confusion, so many teachers have called out Miss Chesnokov on the first day of school it’s just not even funny anymore. sometimes I really hate people, but I guess my name fits my look. I tend to think like this a lot, stuff like politics, or God, or people. Most of the time it’s pretty random, I guess I’m just the deep thinking type. I tend to get lost in my own thoughts while walking home. I’m generally not much of a talker, shy I guess. I kept to myself and things are better off that way, people who talked to much got into trouble, people who couldn’t keep their mouths shut get what was coming to them. I had only one really good friend, Devin. He was the only person I could really talk to, without fear of reprisal. The only way I could possibly describe Devin is as the “What the hell” side of me I usually didn’t give into. He liked to live his life to the fullest. As he so often told me “You’ve only got like sixteen years tops, man. Then they shut you down, make you get a job, throw their “real world” crap at you.” He was funny, that Devin. I could always talk to him when something was eating at me, he’s a good friend. He had this rebel look going for him, he had auburn hair that fell in tufts in between his shoulders and neck, shagging out, he really only cut it when he could no longer see out of his green eyes. He had an okay build sort of lanky at six feet, I was only 5’ 8” or so. Often clad in torn jeans and t-shirts that were too big for him, I think he generally didn’t care what anyone thought of him. I wish I could say the same. We act like brothers but we look completely different. I have this real curly dark brown hair that contrasts with my pale skin. I have blue-grey eyes that look vaguely like my mother’s, my looks are okay enough I guess. Being so engrossed in thought I managed to, once again, walk a clear block and a half past our building. That tends to happen a lot, I’d probably end up in the suburbs or something if I didn’t snap back into reality. Our apartment building was nothing to go nuts about, but it wasn’t bad, it was a roof and a warm bed, and although I take it for granted, I’m thankful for it and I know it. It didn’t take long to arrive at my destination once I started back. I quickly entered as the wind was picking up and it was beginning to get colder. Staring blankly at my feet I started up the stairs I started to wonder if Devin would be home by now or not. I usually walk home with him that is when he didn’t have to serve detention, come to think of it, I probably walk home alone more often than with him so unless I had been wandering longer than anticipated he was probably just leaving the high school now. I came to our humble abode’s door and pulled the key I keep on a chain around my neck out instinctively and stepped inside. Closing the door behind me I prepared to whittle away the time before either Devin or my mother came home. “Asleep again Lev? Come on buddy get up.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw Devin standing over me with a snarky grin, I noticed a new bruise forming on his right cheek and a pretty good sized fat lip, slightly discolored. “Get in another fight today?” I asked offhandedly, the way most people asked “how was your day?” It wasn’t uncommon for Dev to fight, I think he saw it as more a game than anything. He was good at getting people mad, whether insulting them, or flirting with their girlfriend, or cheating off them, Devin knew how to piss a guy off. He was a good fighter, though. He could take care of himself, I never dared fight, I only saw it as a perfect way to get beaten to a bloody pulp and still have to serve detention. Devin liked to tell me that an occasional black eye was healthy, that’d make me look tough, get me girls. Giving that my mother would most likely make me wear an eye patch or something equally embarrassing , I hardly thought that look would get my anything but smart ass remarks in the hall. He smiled mischievously, a grim sparkle in his eye, “Maybe.” He replied plainly. “ I don’t know how you do it, man. If I came home looking like that my mom would throw a fit.” “You know she could care less.” Devon never had much of a great life at home, that’s probably why he spent most of his time at my place. “ You’re going to get yourself killed one day, you know that? “ He laughed, “Who would notice?” I had to smile at this, Devin did have a way of lightening the mood. “C’mon man, let’s go find some action.” I agreed and we left the bu thanks everyone who replies, please don't leave comments about how this will just get stolen up here, and please don't be rude(: thankyou!
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What do you think of my 4th Chapter in my novel
Obviously there are some stuff before this. Scarlett is a girl from New York, her parents think she needs a reality check and says they are gonna move to Connecticut for 3 months. Sophia's (Scarlett's bestfriend) parents think that's a great Idea and think that having a friend to help them along is good too. Here it is : It was Thursday morning, 11:32, and I had called Sophia up so we could go for brunch. The good thing about being me, is that we got privileges. So, when ever we wanted to go out we were allowed to go by ourselves. I walked to the front door where Sophia was standing. “Hey Scarlett! Are you ready? I was thinking of going to the little coffee shop on the corner and getting café mochas. What’d you think?” she said. I grabbed my Prada bag and stepped out the door, “That sounds great Sophie, than after we should defiantly go see Avery and tell her the new too. This might break her heart you know.” Avery was our other friend, she wasn’t as close, but she was defiantly our best friend. We walked down Mulberry St., we saw ‘Caffé Palermo’ and stumbled in. Avery was already there. What a coincidence. I didn’t even call her yet. We grabbed our café mochas and sat down with her. She was drinking nice hot latté and reading J-14 magazine. She looked up and saw us. Avery smiled and set down the magazine. She had a spot by the window so it was warm with the sun beating down. “Hi, Scarlett and Sophia, what’s up?” she said. I decided to break the news now, rather than later. “Um, Avery… we have something to tell you.” I spoke softly. Almost in a whisper. “Hmm? What do you have to tell me?” Avery looked confused, and her eyes shifted from me to Sophia and back again. Avery had dark mahogany brown hair, and big blue eyes. She wore a maschino dress and a white headband with black pumps. Sophia spoke up, “Well, our parents thought it would be good for us if we moved to Connecticut for a ‘wake up call’, which by the way is total bogus! I hate this, I mean, doesn’t our parents know that we appreciate this? Or are we just that stupid!” Sophia was obviously angry and frustrated. Avery had one eyebrow raised up. She said, “Wait you said ‘us’, so you two are going there together?” “Yes,” I said, “Our parents thought of it together.” “Oh...” replied Avery. I could see the sadness in her eyes, they were like liquid so I said, “It’s only for a couple of months, and than we’ll be back as soon as you know it.” We left ‘Café Lalo’ and strutted down the street. I saw a family across the street, obviously tourist because they had a huge map out in front of them, all I could do was laugh, they looked so lost! I turned and told the girls to follow me. I ran across and went up to them. They stared at me wide eyed and surprise. They had a daughter and she looked like she idolized me and my clothing. It felt good. “Do you need any help finding a place? I live here so I know my way around.” I said to the awkward family. The mother smiled, though the father looked annoyed. “Yes, we are looking for the ‘Ripley’s Believe It Or Not museum.” She spoke sweetly. “Oh, no problem,” I said, “Go down there, and turn onto 42nd St. It’s number 234. “Thank you so much! You are too nice, thank you.” She said again. I laughed, “Yeah, and make sure you stop at a little boutique or something, I don’t want you guys walking around like you can’t afford it, I mean look at your daughter!” They all stopped smiling, I turned on my heel and trudged off down the side walk. Sophia smiled and gave me a high-five. Avery laughed and said, “I was starting to think that you were being too nice for your own good, especially to those people in hand-me-downs, like ewe!” The next few days, I made the most of it, going to shops, going to parties, and just plain hanging out. It was Saturday night and all three of us were having a soiree and might I add, I through the best sleepover parties in the city! The door bell rang, I swiftly made my way over to the door and opened it. Sophia and Avery were standing there, bags in hand. I welcomed them in and we headed to the second living room (we had two). They set their stuff down and set up in the wide space already there. “So, how about a game of truth or dare, Scarlett!” Sophia said to me smiling, her eyes beaming with excitement. We sat in a circle on the ground and Sophia started. “I pick… umm... truth!” She said loudly. “Ok, What is the funniest thing that has ever happened to you at a mall?” I replied after a few moments of pondering. “Well, probably when, I was at the bottom of an escalator and one of the girls in our school tripped down them! I mean how do you fall down an escalator and it was going up, so she knocked down everyone behind her, plus she was almost at the top!” I laughed, “Yeah, I think you told us about that, that was hilarious!” We all giggled and laughed. I got up to get a glass of orange juice and on my way I notice s I know it's long. and sorry it's cut off. but from what you read, what do you think?? for the one that thought i was 9 or 10. lol. im 13/./
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