I got a job as a writer

ClaytonBigsby said:

WHHYYYYYYYYYY do you build me up, Buttercup?


[video=youtube;3Hj8o0XlSw4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Hj8o0XlSw4[/video]

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lol, you really pulled that video from the depths of YouTube, haha.

Mon thinks you do not have a job at all, in fact mon think's if you had a writing job most of your threads would be 5 stared. And if you really did happen to get a job writing, it's most likely nobody will read it because you just don't have "IT". If anything you shd be paying uncle buck to write for you, now that guy is funny and I bet everyone would read his stuff an then maybe yous can pretend like you are a "writer" and made up cool stories bro.

420mon said:

Mon thinks you do not have a job at all, in fact mon think's if you had a writing job most of your threads would be 5 stared. And if you really did happen to get a job writing, it's most likely nobody will read it because you just don't have "IT". If anything you shd be paying uncle buck to write for you, now that guy is funny and I bet everyone would read his stuff an then maybe yous can pretend like you are a "writer" and made up cool stories bro.

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great, now the pressure is on for me to unfold a good story. well, here goes.

when i was 17, i moved with my mother from parsipanny, new jersey, to reseda california. our apartment's handyman was an eccentric but kindly and humble okinawan immigrant named miyagi.

i befriended an attractive high school cheerleader, at the same time angering her arrogant ex-boyfriend, johnny. johnny was the best student at the cobra kai dojo where he was taught an unethical, vicious form of martial arts. i knew a little karate from books and a few classes at the YMCA, but johnny easily defeated me in our first encounter. thereafter, johnny and his gang of Cobra Kai students tormented me at every opportunity.

when Mr. Miyagi saw the gang giving me a savage beating, he intervenesd and single-handedly defeated five attackers with ease. awed, i asked Mr. Miyagi to be my teacher. Mr. Miyagi refused, but agreed to go with Daniel to the Cobra Kai dojo in order to resolve the conflict. They meet with the*sensei,*John Kreese , an ex special forces vietnam vet who sneered at the concepts of mercy and restraint. Kreese and Mr. Miyagi agreed to a match between Johnny and I in two months' time at the "All Valley Karate Tournament," where the Cobra Kai students can fight Daniel on equal terms. Mr. Miyagi also requested that the bullying stop while I trained. Kreese ordered his students to leave me alone, but warned that if I did not show up for the tournament, the harassment would resume and Miyagi himself would also become a target.


Mr. Miyagi became my teacher and, slowly, a surrogate father figure. He began my training by having me perform menial tasks such as waxing cars, sanding a wooden floor, and painting a fence and Mr. Miyagi's house. Each chore was accompanied with specific movements involving clockwise/counter-clockwise and up-and-down hand motions.I failed to see any connection to his training and these chores and eventually felt frustrated, believing I had learned nothing of karate. When I expressed my frustration, Mr. Miyagi showed how while doing these chores I had been learning defensive blocks through muscle memory.

As my training continued more overtly, my bond with Mr. Miyagi became closer. I learned that Mr. Miyagi lost his wife and son in childbirth at*Manzanar internment camp*while he was serving overseas with the United States Army during*World War II. The loss of his family and Daniel's loss of his father further strengthen the father-son surrogacy. I also discovered that the outwardly peaceful and serene Miyagi received the*Medal of Honor*for valor against*German forces*in*Europe. Through Mr. Miyagi's teaching, i learned not only karate but also important life lessons such as the importance of personal balance, reflected in the belief that martial arts training is as much about training the spirit as the body. I applied the life lessons that Mr. Miyagi had taught me to strengthen my relationship with Ali.


At the tournament, I surprised everyone by reaching the semi-finals. Johnny advanced to the finals, scoring three unanswered points against a highly skilled opponent. Kreese instructed Bobby Brown, one of his more compassionate students and the least vicious of my tormentors, to disable me with an illegal attack to the knee. Bobby reluctantly did so, severely injuring me and getting disqualified in the process.I was taken to the locker room and checked out, with the physician determining that I could not continue, but I believed that if I did not continue, my tormentors will have gotten the best of me. I got Miyagi to use a pain suppression technique to allow me to finish the tournament. As Johnny was about to be declared the winner by default, I hobbled into the ring. The championship final was a seesaw battle, as neither Johnny nor I were able to break through the other's defenses.


I successfully used a scissor leg technique, tripping Johnny and delivering a blow to the back of the head, giving Johnny a nose bleed. The match was paused for Johnny to be looked at by Kreese. Kreese directed Johnny to sweep my injured leg, an unethical move. Johnny looked horrified at the order but reluctantly agreed after Kreese's intimidation. Despite the moves, I got up each time.



Eventually, Johnny and I are tied, with the next point deciding victory. I tried to kick Johnny with my injured leg but Johnny grabbed it and delivered illegal contact to my injured knee.Barely able to stand, I assumed the "Crane" stance, a technique I observed Mr. Miyagi performing on the beach during his training. After the referee signaled to begin, Johnny lunged in. I jumped in the air and delivered a front kick to Johnny's chin, winning the tournament.


Johnny, having gained newfound respect for me, took my trophy from the*Master of Ceremonies*and presented it to me himself, sincerely proclaiming "You're all right! Good match!" Mr. Miyagi, Ali, and my mother looked on admiringly as I celebrated my victory.

Finshaggy said:

I just started what I'm doing and it's going well. I

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lol ya since 2011 you have accomplished what


spreading bed bugs to all the medical states, and being able to guess couch cushion thread count by feel . . .

well Bravo, please proceed to write, most writers end up dead beat dads and reclusive . . all a plus in your situation fro everyone else and kinda for you

In the beginning, there was the word.
In the end, there was the period.
Then two more...and these became the ellipsis...
And so, our story begins. Outside a liquor store, deep in the heart of Dildo, Newfoundland, a young Texan transplant from Colorado stood. Shivering from the bitter cold of the wintered ocean winds--the salty air filling his nose with hints of tar and fish entrails--he pondered the history of such a town, and its lack of dank dank dankity dank.

In the Twentieth Century Dildo was a flourishing whaling centre until the ban on whaling in the early 1970's brought this industry to a close. Now conservation of whales is a major concern. The closing of the whaling industry also had an effect on the mink ranches because it depended on whale meat as a cheap source of food. In 1955 an entire mink farm was transported from Lester Island, near Vancouver, to Dildo but in the late 1960' rising feed prices forced the ranches to close. Dildo has changed a lot since the 1800's mainly because of its economic growth. There are a lot more businesses and resources that have been created and up-dated since this time. There are 2 stores in Dildo and there is another little store that should be open in the next month or two. There are about four or five people in Dildo who have started their own businesses which continue to grow.

Samwell Seed Well said:

lol ya since 2011 you have accomplished what


spreading bead mites to all the medical states, and being able to guess couch cushion thread count by feel . . .

well Bravo, please proceed to write, most writers end up dead beat dads and reclusive . . all a plus in your situation fro everyone else and kinda for you

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I'll stick to magnets [youtube]UxszvrUeluE&NR=1[/youtube]

more like kitten mittens

so who is your publisher, who has you under contract . . . .. almost homelss weekly

Yeah really. Kid, when you've written four books, like I have, come back and talk.

kindnug said:

and act like your elite Greenthumb.
In reality your just noob.

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Sorry you forgot to quote the most important part...

Yeah I'm not angry, that's why "hate" was in quotes.
I want to know who publishes a book written by you, seriously...

Fin, I thought you were writing a comic book....Super Blackman. What happened to that?

findo..................have u ever thought about getting a job?........like a real one not all your make believe shit

dont u want to sleep on your own couch.......not have to steal from wal mart and taco bell?

Faggy if your going to dream and wake up and think its reality then your gonna have a bad time

If by some strange act of god its true I have a pro tip for you. Don't write about all the 14 yr old girls you molested, your late night sneaky uncle, your whore of a mother, pimping your family for Google pennies, all your acid trips, or running from the law in Texas. The general public will not be amused.

However, if you write a book about how others can skate by on the kindness of strangers....... you may have a winner. I went to Hempfest in Seattle a few years ago, and I saw thousands of kids who would love to have a book on how to couchsurf their way through life, and make $100 a year by posting horseshit online. The only problem would be that you would never sell a book. Sure, your publisher would print tens of thousands of copies, but they would all just disappear off the shelf and out the door. Seems the only people who would actually read your book, are the ones just like you.....thieves and liars.

Foiled, AGAIN!

"i grabbed my space back pack and searched for some nutrition food, the danger aliens were coming ,i need all my nutrition stamina i can muster "

how fin shaggy writes a movie
[video=youtube;mQ4KzClb1C4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ4KzClb1C4[/video]

or maybe like this

[video=youtube;7S9Ew3TIeVQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S9Ew3TIeVQ[/video]

Samwell Seed Well said:

or maybe like this

[video=youtube;7S9Ew3TIeVQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S9Ew3TIeVQ[/video]

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What the hell is this? I'm thinking that is a terrible movie. Reminds me of the acting in killer clowns from outer space lmao. The space ship was a 72 pinto with a half ass card board cut out of dials and and star trek looking shit where the dash should have been. Probably the worst movie ever

worst movie ever, the room, original meant to be a drama but was so poorly , directed written produced(all by same guy and main actor), and was well received as a dark comedy or satire . . .its a joke now