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And finally.... if you thought the author is just a teenager on hormones.... sorry, the dude is almost 30 years old.
Holly shit, 30 years old and this is the best he can do? Hate to say, but that's pretty depressing.

That first picture's going to haunt my nightmares, I can say that much.
 
Alright, this might get kind of long, but here it goes, when I was but a wee Piga, I became sucked into the world of a rather crazy family. I guess they were more personal horrorcows than lolcows, but here we go. This is that story. This is not a very funny story, I will try to inject humor where I can, however.

My best friend in middle school was a girl who was extremely obsessed with Ash Ketchem (from Pokemon). She filled tons (and I mean tons) of notebooks up with sexually explicit fanfiction about her and Ash. She would be writing these during class at school, she threw numerous fits when reprimanded.

But I still hung around her, because I was shy and awkward (like most people in middle school), and everyone had their quirks, right? Little did I know that the rabbit hole could only go deeper. Her whole family was batshit nuts, as I would soon discover, when she invited me to her home. Upon entering the domicile, it became apparent that the family were hoarders. Seriously, they actually put Barb to shame. When you enter the home, directly to the right is her dad, Mr.Crazy's room. It was one of the less cluttered rooms of the house, but by far one of the grossest. I don't know if Mr. Crazy was a coprophile or just generally too lazy to climb through the rest of the hoard to reach the bathroom, but he adhered to the 'bodily fluids in a jar' theory. He actually stored them in neat little rows on the shelves above his computer desk, which is where he spent most of his time. He would play first person shooters until he fell asleep for a few hours, wake up, and resume.

Straight ahead from the entrance is the living room, there were mountains upon mountains of magazine and newspaper clippings, cologne samples dating from over a decade ago. Perched atop these mountains, like grand kings atop their thrones, were laundry baskets, which I presume hadn't been actually touched in years as there were pieces of clothing which would have only fit very young children, and CrazyFriend and her sister were both middle schoolers at that time.

From the living room everything was shaped a bit like a square, you go to the left and enter the kitchen/dining room. There was a gigantic cross on the wall, juxtaposed against yet more piles of decades old newspaper clippings which littered the table. Also on the table were open cans of soups and such, most of which were at least 6 months out of date. The oven was barricaded by more piles of magazines/newpapers, so their primary method of cooking things was the microwave, or they just ordered pizza. Speaking of, they housed an impressive collection of pizza boxes, many with moldy cheese stuck to them. Their home was incredibly warm, this was the middle of Summer in one of the hottest states, and I found myself going outside to cool off a few times. My biggest regret during this first visit was opening the fridge to cool off for a second. Like many hoarders featured on A&E, they kept too many animals, and when they died, they wrapped it up in saran wrap and stuck it in the fridge. I will never forget the sight of that cat.

The square was encircling a tiny sun room, with a skylight and sliding glass doors. It housed an immaculately tended garden, beautiful roses and tulips, thriving ferns, etc. This is one of the many things that continues to vex me.

To the right of the kitchen, is a door leading to a guest room/work out room. The work out portion consisted of a single treadmill, that was inaccessible, because it was covered in board games. On one of my visits CrazyFriend and I tried to play one of them, we took off the top only to find that a bug of some sort had evidently laid its eggs within it. As for the guest room portion, there was one of the couch/bed things, but of course there wasn't enough space to actually pull out the bed portion.

If you went to the right of the living room, you'd be greeted by a hallway, just as cluttered as the other rooms. It led to Mrs. Crazy, CrazyFriend, and SaneSister's rooms. Mrs. Crazy's door was generally locked, but one day I did get a glimpse. Nick Bate would have loved it in there.

You may have noticed I neglected to mention the bathroom, well I decided to leave the 'best' for last. Strap in, kiwis, this isn't going to be pretty. The toilet did function, the shower worked, the sink worked. The floor was covered in shit, mold and mildew, but that paled in comparison to the china plate resting on the floor, which housed two old beets stewing in their juices for fuck knows what reason.

And then there was the smell. As you could probably gather, the smell of feces and rot was very apparent, it also had the scent of Chef Boyardee brand ravioli mixed in. I have not been able to eat Chef Boyardee since.

Anyway, when I first get in there that first time, I am dumbfounded. I had never heard of hoarding before, or saving your excretion in jars, or keeping corpses in your fridge. And I'm a germaphobe, like the kind of person that practically bathes in hand-sanitizer 24/7, but I wasn't going to say that I was uncomfortable with anything, Young Piga was too polite for that.

Anyway, Mr. Crazy, as I said earlier, was obsessed with FPS games, but when he wasn't playing them, he was beating his younger daughter, SaneSister. (CrazyFriend never got any of the physical abuse, at least not when I was around.) This son of a bitch would beat his daughter with belts, hairbrushes, dog-leashes, knowing full well that I was watching and could tell someone. I did tell people, numerous times, but nothing was ever done. Nobody ever even went to investigate. This is something which haunts me to this day. I told teachers, my parents, the school principal, everyone a twelve-year old kid could think to tell, and nothing fucking happened. I know that I could have, and should have, done more, and it eats away it me. I could have gotten it all to end a lot sooner than it did. I later found out that Mr. Crazy had donated a sizable amount of funds to the school.

As for Mrs. Crazy, she laid in bed all day, ordering stuff out of catalogues and off of TV shows. She was prone to fly into fits of rage at no provocation, she'd run through the house as much as the hoard would allow her and scream at people. These people weren't there. There was no one in the house named "George" or "Felecia", but these two bore the brunt of her fury nevertheless. On the occasions that I spent the night, she would sometimes be out past 1 am yelling at these nonexistent foes.

You may be wondering why I continued to go back, and the answer is, I was worried about SaneSister, if Mr. Crazy did that kind of shit to her when I was there, then what the fuck did he do when no one outside the family was present? And what of CrazyFriend, it was possible that he only left her alone because her best friend was there. When telling the adults around me yielded no results, I continued to go to that house when I could. After that first visit, I was in too deep. I couldn't just not go and check up on SaneSister and continue on like life was normal.

The behavior of CrazyFriend got more and more erratic over time, more in line with her mother's. The reason was that she was no longer on her medication, I am not an expert, but I do know that many of her prescriptions mirrored that of my elderly grandmother whom had Dementia, among other things. She began to get very violent towards me.

There were some instances that were kind of funny, or would have been had I not known all that I did. Such as Mrs. Crazy picking SaneSister, CrazyFriend and I up from school to take us to some movie we wanted to see, promising my parents I'd be home until six.... and then she tried on a bunch of clothes at Wal-Mart until nearly midnight.

Then came the instance when all the shit hit the fan. We were all planning to go to 'their lakehouse' (really, it was Mrs. Crazy's sister's house), and this would prove a harrowing journey. Since I had been coming over so frequently, Mr. Crazy decided to put me to work, washing their dogs, fixing their contradicting garden, etc. While I was outside with the mutts, inside all hell was breaking loose. CrazyFriend had been off her medication for a while now, and I believe what happened was initiated by her. But when I came back inside, Mr. Crazy is screaming at her, Mrs. Crazy is screaming at him, and Sane Sister had been locked inside her room (This was another thing Mr. Crazy did, to both of them, he would stick them in their rooms and put something up against the doors so they couldn't leave. SaneSister says they were once locked in for a full weekend.

They're screaming about God only knows what, but Mr. Crazy says that won't be going to the lakehouse that day, and would instead go the next. CrazyFriend starts screaming louder, so does Mrs. Crazy. I throw aside the junk blocking SaneSister's room and talk to her. She says that while she was there, she doesn't know what caused everything. She was obviously hurt during the incident, however. I stay with her the rest of the night. We draw Pokemon. Eventually, the screaming dies down and we can go to sleep. But, I am awoken by Mrs. Crazy's shouting only an hour later, she's yelling at her invisible foes again. Now that I was awake, I had to take a piss, but as I fight through the hoard to do so, I see Mrs. Crazy. Her walking's very unstable, and I have a feeling it wasn't just because she was trying to get through the hoard, and she had a knife. I resolve to hold it until morning.

The next day, the lakehouse excursion is made. There are no words about the previous night. The drive is long.

Finally, we're at the lakehouse, the promise land as it were. The lakehouse is immaculate, or perhaps it only seemed that way because I had spent the last couple days in Hoarding Hell, SaneAunt is, as her name implies, relatively normal. She asks about SaneSister's bruises. Mr. Crazy says she fell off her bike, and SaneSister goes along. I can tell SaneAunt is still concerned. I sense that I can finally draw this whole mess to a close.

Mr. Crazy likes to ride 'his' (read: SaneAunt's) boat when he's at the lake, I had been told. I knew that all I had to do was wait for him to leave the house to do so. When he leaves, I tell SaneAunt what had occurred in my presence, and what I feared could be occurring when I was gone. She believed me. When Mr. Crazy returns, SaneAunt, Mrs. Crazy and he all get into a huge fight. When my parents come to pick me up, they all try to act as nonchalant as they can around them, but my parents can tell something's wrong.

I never told my parents the full story since they hadn't believed me the first time. Sometimes, I wish I had.

SaneSister and CrazyFriend lived with their aunt for the rest of the time I knew them. CrazyFriend got back on her medication, but our relationship was never quite the same. SaneSister and I stayed friends for a while, but we didn't really have the same interests, so we drifted apart eventually. Mr. Crazy and Mrs. Crazy were charged, but that was the last I heard of what happened with them.

Sorry this post was so long and such a stream-of-consciousness, if you want more stories about my time with these people, feel free to ask.
 
Alright, this might get kind of long, but here it goes, when I was but a wee Piga, I became sucked into the world of a rather crazy family. I guess they were more personal horrorcows than lolcows, but here we go. This is that story. This is not a very funny story, I will try to inject humor where I can, however.



Sorry this post was so long and such a stream-of-consciousness, if you want more stories about my time with these people, feel free to ask.
Horrifying, depressing story. I knew a few "crazy families" growing up, but nobody that far gone.
 
Well,i am a demolay,some dudes i was really friends with me now don't even talk to me,they think i am now a NWO agent,that i pray to the devil,go to satanic orgies on masonic temples.(:_(
They always make bad jokes about me being a reptilian and shit,probably to try to piss me off and make me remove my ''human form'',they get really uncomfortable if i meet them on the street(small town).*sigh*
A lady friend of my mother basically freaked out (Demolay is the law of the devil!(Lei do demonio in portuguese),she is still friendly,but is more cold to me now.
A guy on a forum now hates me and wants to kill me,just because i called him out on his retarded conspiracies(NWO,vaccines,ISIS being a CIA group,etc)
Now he claims he is getting death threats from a hidden number and bribed a TIM(Telecomunications company) employee 8000R$(2450$) to track down the number to french guiana.
He also claims he is a retired army soldier and has access to guns
his uncle also on the same thread claims to be a teacher trying to create a anti-nwo militia :roll::lol:.
did i mention that they all are fanatical christians?

*Sorry for autistic english*
 
Alright, this might get kind of long, but here it goes, when I was but a wee Piga, I became sucked into the world of a rather crazy family. I guess they were more personal horrorcows than lolcows, but here we go. This is that story. This is not a very funny story, I will try to inject humor where I can, however.



Sorry this post was so long and such a stream-of-consciousness, if you want more stories about my time with these people, feel free to ask.
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Damn,now i know how you can browse deeker's galery without going insane

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As we all know the furry fandom has so much drama that it might as well be the core of the fandom. One girl I knew back in high school was pretty much the poster child of furry drama. I shudder to think that I was a friend with her for maybe like five months until I realized she was a leech and bailed, but I still keep track for a good chuckle every now and again.

She wore tails and ears to school and cried fursecution when people made fun of her for it. Faked being mentally ill for cool points with the emo crowd (including fake self harm), lied constantly, claimed that her being an absolute lardass was due to her "being put on birth control as a kid." She also faked many an online relationship, having a host of sockpuppet accounts at her disposal, often to fight any trolls in a shitty RP fashion. With the drama she stirs up for herself, she account jumps constantly (she is on her fifth FA account since I have met her).

Plus her art was always terrible, and in the three/four years I have known her it hasn't improved at all. And that's with her tracing at least half of what she does.
 
I have a close friend whose brother is schizophrenic. He has many awesome sick tattoos, like the mason sign on the back of his hand, M16s on both of his forearms, and a dotted line on his neck.

He goes back and forth between loving the Mormon Church and threatening to sue them because they have ruined his life. I'll start collecting screencaps. He usually deletes stuff after a day sadly so I have to be on guard.
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I come bearing a gift - dude seems to be off his meds again, and uploaded a short video today:

 
Oh boy I have a fun one, I went to college with this dude like 5 years ago, we were on a music tech course and he was convinced that he was gonna be this huge MC super star...there aren't words, just have a look for yourselves.
Personal highlight is 2:20-2:30 where we get both the appearance of what our class dubbed 'gangsta granny' and then EKNine forgets he's meant to be lip synching :lol:

 
My ex best friend who I broke ties off with last summer. She used to constantly look down on me for not having a job when I was in college and she believed that not having a college education made her successful (meanwhile she has a GED on the account that she was pulled out of schools for being a general fuckup and for harassing people who got sick of her shit). Every conversation would be a new opportunity for her to one-up me in everything. Additionally, she used to tell me countless times that she was going to get her book (about this furry superhero she named Lani) published and her writing is absolute shit.

She is also heavily into the cosplay community. She would bitch to me about 'sexy' cosplayers like Jessica Nigri and thinks that they are insecure sluts. She also uses the 'real men like curves, not bones' mentality that is reveled in the "body-positive" tumblr community.

Last few times I got together with her, she tried to flirt with my new boyfriend the time (she is married) and now obsesses over Jeff The Killer. =|
 
I'm not sure if I posted it in this thread or not (and I don't really want to dig through nearly eighty pages), but my political Twitter lolcow seems to have escaped the chains of lolcowdom. He's still spergy and dumb as fuck, but he's mostly given up on his blogging/journalism/PAC/consulting/punditry/etc delusions, and he hasn't referred to himself as "cute" or "emo" in his Instagram pictures for awhile; the only time he really spergs out now is when I bother to log into my trolling account and respond to tweets he's sent to me. He still occasionally replies to news organizations as if they actually care what he thinks (which dumb people do anyway), but, for the most part, he's gone for about a month with any majorly autistic moments.

On to the big stuff. I knew a weeaboo in high school who was a borderline stalker. She thought she was a witch and had delusions of being a manga artist/voice actress/Square-Enix employee/what-the-fuck-ever, as most weeaboos do. This is the general outline of the roughly fifteen years that I've known her.

We'll call the lolcow "Red" for the purposes of this story. Red honestly looks like a skinnier, paler, crustier, and shorter version of Brianna Wu. Red, as you may have guessed, is also a ginger.

I first med red in fifth or sixth grade, so around 2002. She rode the same bus as me, and, as I didn't have many friends at the time, became friens with her. I thought she was weird, but I put up with it. We had a lot of the same interests, especially in terms of video games. I liked anime from 6th to 8th grade, but I was never a weeaboo, thankfully. This was not the case for Red.

Red would bring binders of yaoi porn to school every day. She would show it to people, including elementary schoolers on the bus, and claim that she drew it, although in reality she just printed it out from the internet. Strangely, she never got in trouble for this. She would always eat pocky during lunch, and she would walk around the school listening to her mp3 player and singing anime songs.

In eighth grade, she would race people to the lunchroom, but she didn't realize that they were doing it because they liked laughing at the weird way she would run.

When someone annoyed her, she would ask a nearby person "can I kill him/her?" and, occasionally, hit them with this weird, downward slapping motion.

She thought she was a witch or a white mage. Once, she "cursed" someone in the halls of the school by screeching "I curse you!" and hissing at them while gesturing at them with both hands.

She often claimed that she was psychic, and insisted to an English teacher that she could see the future in her dreams.

She did standard weeaboo stuff, such as trying to insert Japanese into everyday speech.

She would often say stupid things, claiming that ice cream isn't a food, that money is not money, and other ridiculous stuff.

She had several imaginary boyfriends (which continues to the present day, which I'll get to in a bit), one of which she claimed was a fifteen year-old Japanese police officer who was training her to be a ninja.

She once confessed her love for me with a shitty poem and a drawing of InuYasha, and maintained a one-sided crush on me until my freshman or sophomore year of college.

She would always spend all of her money on pocky, anime DVDs, and video games, then would get pissed off when people had nicer things than she did.

She would wear the same smelly, red hoodie every day, and she had Chris-chan-like skills with makeup. Unlike Chris, though, she liked to use a lot of blacks, silvers, whites, and dark reds in her makeup. She often looked like a juggalo clown.

She was a pathological liar, often insisting that things that didn't happen happened and vice versa, or that things happened differently than they actually did. Sadly, I think that she believed it when she made these statements.

Once, during a homecoming week dress up day, she wore her mom's square dancing dress, ratty black boots, and a Naruto headband and claimed to be an assassin. The dress up theme was dream careers, and she wanted to be a contract killer. Strangely, she didn't get caught up in our school's zero-tolerance policy. People asked her all day if she was supposed to be a hooker, which set her off and was hysterical.

I began distancing myself from Red in ninth grade, as I was no longer interested in anime at that point, and I was finally exiting my super awkward stage. Despite this fact, she continued to insist that I loved anime, that I was her best friend, and so on for years afterwards.

After high school, Red went to community college and would stalk me on Skype for awhile, but she eventually dropped out and, in either 2012 or 2013, stopped messaging me with any kind of frequency. She has never actually been employed, save for a month or two at KFC. She got fired for not showing up to work. She still lives with her parents.

She used to publicly roleplay on Facebook, Gaia, tumblr, and Soundcloud, but has stopped over the past few years. Nowadays, she'll whine about being lonely or sperg about anime once every few weeks on Facebook. I think she still roleplays privately, but I'm not sure where.

She discovered D&D around 2011. She got mad at me because I told her I wasn't interested in it, because, as she claimed, I knew what it was, and I enjoy Final Fantasy, so I should like D&D. She actually got kicked out of her D&D group, which was her only real life social interaction outside of her family to my knowledge, in 2013 for being an obnoxious sperg, and she went on a huge Facebook rant. She would continue to post about it for months.

She supposedly got engaged in 2012 (with a ring that someone pointed out cost $12 at JC Penney), but never named her fiance, posted pictures of him, or generally made any kind of references to him. The wedding was originally supposed to be last Spring, but it was mysteriously delayed to August. The day that it was supposed to be, she claimed that they broke up right at that moment.
He was imaginary.

These are just a few of the big incidents of things she does or has done; there are many, many more. If I remember any more, I may post them. Sorry for how disjointed this is; I'm a little drunk and I've been in front of a computer screen all day studying for a huge test on Monday.

I also have other high school lolcows, but I'll save them for later.
 
LMFAO Gangsta granny just rolls on through.

Can you please tell us more about this beautiful creature? I couldn't even stand to sit through the whole thing. What was he like in class? Did he talk the same way?
Oh yeah he talked exactly the same way, funny thing was he disappeared after a year on the course cos he decided it 'wasn't what he needed' (aka it was a course about learning to maintain and use music technology, not a free studio to record his sick jamz)
We also had another guy on the course who was a cliche black misogynist MC, he was ok but on the egotistical side, and this guy stuck to him like a barnacle trying to learn everything he could since this other guy could actually rap :lol:
 
Bloody hell, where to start... I have an interesting story. I happen to know this... woman that I'll call Emma.

For a little background information... I happen to live in a house with around twenty other people, all diagnosed with various disorders, such as PDD-NOS, ADHD, and such. This house is supposed to be our stepping stone to independent living. As you'd expect, abnormality is mostly the norm here, but even around these individuals there are certain people who stand out for one reason or another. Emma happens to be just that kind of woman.

She stands out for being the most disgusting, egoistical, whiny and asocial human being I have ever had the indecency of meeting, and that is not a hyperbolic statement. I like to think of myself that I'm a fairly tolerant person, but every person has their lines. Emma has crossed that line. Not with just me, but with plenty of other people as well. And it's quite amazing when you realize that the people living here have very little social standards to begin with, yet one by one, she has managed to drive everyone away.

I was the first "victim", if you can call it that. The first day I moved in, I had to assemble some furniture. For someone who is in the possession of an essential tremor as well as two left hands, this is not an easy task, so I had the luxury of having some people offering me their help. One of them was Emma. She came to look what the noise was and introduced herself.

One thing I immediately noticed is that she's fucking ugly.

My standards are not high by any means, but someone who is rather wide with a butterface wearing a permanent smug look while wearing unflattering clothing is not worth looking at for too long lest you get suicidal tendencies. Especially when that person hasn't figured out what a belt is, and why certain big people would need one. But fair enough, looks are not everything, right?

She helped me out with the computer desk but then inserted the fronts of the drawers without using any wood glue. I asked her if this was a good idea, because even though I have very little experience with assembly, I was under the impression that glue was essential, but she assured me nothing would happen.

They fell out one day later. If this were a book, I'd call it foreshadowing.

That little clue that she actually has no fucking idea what she's talking about 99% of the time fell on deaf ears, however, and I proceeded to befriend her. I knew no-one, this new place full of strangers felt intimidating and she seemed nice at the time. However, day by day, as I hung out more with her, I started to realize exactly who Emma really was. That kindness she introduces herself with is a façade. Not the funny kind where you talk about melons, either.

There are plenty of stories I have about her (stealing from flea markets, stealing from supermarkets, stealing from other inhabitants, constantly lying, constantly acting like she knows everything, making huge fuzzes over Monopoly/not being allowed to have pets/not being allowed to stay up late/etc), but I think the one incident that best describes her is the Bingo night.

Me and Emma's "friendship" was already over at this point. Despite the fact that I barely tolerated Emma any more, I still hung out with her because I'm an imbecile who lacks a backspine. However, she immediately stopped hanging out with me the moment she got a boyfriend. And that was the end of that.

So not too long afterwards, a friend of mine who I'll call Mac wanted to organize a Bingo night for the inhabitants. Around ten people showed up, including Emma. We had a fun time, despite Emma's constant corrections of how Bingo is supposed to work, irritating everyone in the process. Who cares, it's fucking Bingo, I thought.

When the Bingo was over, me, Mac, two friends of ours who I'll call Ellen and Christine, and Emma hung out in the living room. We were just chilling, maxin', relaxing all cool, until Emma, who was up to no good, started making trouble in the neighbourhood. Mac went outside to have a smoke and Emma decided to lock him out. Hilarity ensued until a minute or so passed and we asked her to unlock it. She declined. We asked her again, numerous times, over the course of a few minutes but suddenly she denied ever locking the door while Mac was furiously trying to get it open. I remember wondering at the time if she genuinely thought she didn't lock it, despite everyone else seeing her do it.

Finally I got up to unlock it but at that point Mac had already unlocked another door, slammed it shut behind him and marched off angrily to another living room. Everyone but Emma got up, I told her we'd be back and then we followed Mac.

Needless to say, Emma's pedantic behaviour as well as locking him outside for a few minutes put him into a very sour mood, so we tried to calm him down and mostly succeeded until, out of nowhere, Emma's boyfriend slammed the door to the living room open with the force of a retarded gorilla, commanded everyone to follow him and then slammed the door shut like a retarded gorilla. No-one got up until he entered again and badgered us until we finally followed him outside.

Emma was sitting at a picnic table, visibly upset. She started talking about how we never went back and she thought we were her friends and she never had friends as a kid blah blah blah, I stopped listening after a while because I got tired of her making herself out to be the victim. We pointed out, in return, how she pissed off one of our friends and didn't take any responsibility for it.

She yelled the same things over and over, we said the same things over and over, eventually she accused her boyfriend of taking our side, although it was obvious he was taking hers. At that point even he got tired of it and told us to make up. Ellen already left at that point, but me, Mac, and Christine apologized half-heartedly.

Ever since then, none of us were friends with her any more. She still tried to be friends with Ellen, however. Emma practically stalked her over the course of a year or so, knocking on her door on a daily basis, asking her to play a game or watch a film or give her food or what have you. She eventually stopped when Ellen grew a bit of a spine and told her to back off.

Ellen and I weren't the only ones, of course. Occasionally when someone moved in, she tried to become that person's friend using the same methods. As far as I know, this has happened eight times so far and all of her attempts have failed. Sometimes it ended with a whisper, sometimes with a bang.

Also, final thing I wanted to mention: she puts her produce in the closet. Her room is full of DVD's, garbage bags and stuffed animals so there's no room for a refrigerator. This despite the fact that her parents' house is five minutes away.
 
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It's a possibility that the guy I'm about to comment on deserves a thread in his own right due to a recent chimp-out he just performed, but because it's probably no1curr material and I'm probably too involved in it, I'll post it here instead and leave the decision to you guys.

So Newgrounds is a pretty big cesspool by internet standards. The userbase is rife with all sorts; you got your weebs, spergs, furries, so on and so forth. It's also recently become home to more and more people who refuse to leave their bubbles ala Tumblr. One such person popped into my radar today.

The fellow's name is Zandolaf, and boy did I not expect the level of exceptionalism from this guy.

Where do I begin with this? Oh, I can point out his hypocrisy when it comes to his art. The guy's quality reminds me a bit of ol' Dobson, in that he regularly claims to be improving and claims to be very good at what he does. He even claims himself a god of it, not joking. However, even a layman like me at art can tell his understanding of anatomy is worse than his grip on what the word "abstract" means.

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He also claims to genuinely care about his art, which is rather funny. Why?

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Yeah, he cares so much about it he's recolored his own stuff as new content several times, changing almost nothing in between and selling it off as a different piece. Lovely.

It should also be noted that he does commissions, where he charges a tenner for just line art and the like. This wouldn't be much of a topic of interest, barring two things about it: the first is that he regularly blames stress on not completing commissions (sound familiar :)), and two... well:

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He's also a hypocrite, which I think is almost a requirement at this point. He regularly decries critiquing, but then when he gets hit with flak, he'll try to strike back.

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This was done in response to said person writing up a review on one of his art pieces, mainly the one with the torso bent at a 90 degree angle and desperately tries to hide it with NSFW stuff.

He'll also try to apologize to people and front a "live and let live attitude" sort of thing, but then go into fits like these:

He "apologizes"
He "wants to bury the hatchet"
Muh Haters

And remember how I stated he was like ol' Dobbo the Bear? I wasn't kidding: he likes to delete comments that are negative from his blog. He'll also do the same to posts when he tards out or gets spooked, so keep your gyazo going strong.

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Note how it's the same post with different comments? NG doesn't allow you to remove comments yourself, but the author can. At least last I checked. NG's a bit quirky and out of date at times.

One last bit I can recall right now is how he has begged for stuff more than once. Of particular note is his refusal to get a job:

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Extras:
He really doesn't care, honest
Like mapdark, he uses the same fucking name everywhere he goes (note the InkBunny Account)
He may have his own headmates/tulpas
His recent chimpout and his reuploading everything back
He deleted this post hilariously enough
A new, more perverted introduction

For more of this guy: here's an album.
 
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They can't all be winners, so this next anecdote maybe provides at best mild amusement and a touch of inspiration. It's a little bit Deagle in the sense of unwarranted authority and unqualified success, and it's a little bit Sonichu in the unmitigated presentation of an "artistic" self-made person. I wouldn't ordinarily report this because it goes against my sense of professional ethics, but I recently scored the luxury of proofreading what amounts to Drug-Addict Ghosthunters Extraordinaire: Local Trespassing Edition, and was a couple-hundred-page confession to trespassing, loitering and a bullshit story about averting some wonderful friends' animal abuse in a sea of self-aggrandizing. It's not too, too much, and there likely won't be more, but if you know any personal lolcows typified by a sense of inflated self-importance, then you'll understand a bit about the kind of weekend I had reading. Hashtag flash photography, optic orbs, fuck the police, and "If you go trespassing here, watch out, because you may find me there and I will stop troublemakers." I don't know if I should mention the self-styled local celebrity's a paedophile as well, because I doubt it'd come up again to verify, but he admitted to trying to fuck a minor in casual conversation. Oh, and someone's becoming Chris-Chan minus the Sonic, but he's not related.

tl;dr Marijuana-trained, adult-aged teens hunt Tupac's ghost by trespassing on private property.
 
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Glenn Beck has definitely becoming more interestingly lolz-worthy now that his messianic complex has now driven him to bite the hand of the Republicans that gave him his start by taking them down.
 
It's a possibility that the guy I'm about to comment on deserves a thread in his own right due to a recent chimp-out he just performed, but because it's probably no1curr material and I'm probably too involved in it, I'll post it here instead and leave the decision to you guys.

So Newgrounds is a pretty big cesspool by internet standards. The userbase is rife with all sorts; you got your weebs, spergs, furries, so on and so forth. It's also recently become home to more and more people who refuse to leave their bubbles ala Tumblr. One such person popped into my radar today.

The fellow's name is Zandolaf, and boy did I not expect the level of exceptionalism from this guy.

Where do I begin with this? Oh, I can point out his hypocrisy when it comes to his art. The guy's quality reminds me a bit of ol' Dobson, in that he regularly claims to be improving and claims to be very good at what he does. He even claims himself a god of it, not joking. However, even a layman like me at art can tell his understanding of anatomy is worse than his grip on what the word "abstract" means.

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He also claims to genuinely care about his art, which is rather funny. Why?

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Yeah, he cares so much about it he's recolored his own stuff as new content several times, changing almost nothing in between and selling it off as a different piece. Lovely.

It should also be noted that he does commissions, where he charges a tenner for just line art and the like. This wouldn't be much of a topic of interest, barring two things about it: the first is that he regularly blames stress on not completing commissions (sound familiar :)), and two... well:

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He's also a hypocrite, which I think is almost a requirement at this point. He regularly decries critiquing, but then when he gets hit with flak, he'll try to strike back.

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This was done in response to said person writing up a review on one of his art pieces, mainly the one with the torso bent at a 90 degree angle and desperately tries to hide it with NSFW stuff.

He'll also try to apologize to people and front a "live and let live attitude" sort of thing, but then go into fits like these:

He "apologizes"
He "wants to bury the hatchet"
Muh Haters

And remember how I stated he was like ol' Dobbo the Bear? I wasn't kidding: he likes to delete comments that are negative from his blog. He'll also do the same to posts when he tards out or gets spooked, so keep your gyazo going strong.

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M4qOQaU.png

Note how it's the same post with different comments? NG doesn't allow you to remove comments yourself, but the author can. At least last I checked. NG's a bit quirky and out of date at times.

One last bit I can recall right now is how he has begged for stuff more than once. Of particular note is his refusal to get a job:

VEaA9gz.png

cJTaHD3.png

sobgiDa.png



Extras:
He really doesn't care, honest
Like mapdark, he uses the same fucking name everywhere he goes (note the InkBunny Account)
He may have his own headmates/tulpas
His recent chimpout and his reuploading everything back
He deleted this post hilariously enough
A new, more perverted introduction

For more of this guy: here's an album.

If you think that's awful, I just went to the art portal and found this.


This guy is a front page winner on Newgrounds too, by the way.


It's great when Newgrounds doesn't even try to hide the fact that their art portal is an Ink Bunny clone.

Also, almost nobody ever gives him a bad review for his less than questionable content.

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Due to popular demand, I'm back to tell more about Batty. For the uninitiated, there are a couple of previous stories I have posted here about the antics of Batty that I'd recommend be read first.

Here goes...

Once upon a time, my brother (four years my senior, a skinny as fuck Formula 1 mechanic with a jaunty London accent and bandy knees) decided to stay with me and the Mister at the smelly skank hovel we shared with Batty for a couple of nights. I tried to tell him to grab himself a B & B, but my brother is notoriously stubborn and is still a firm believer that 'big brother knows best' and therefore my claims of housemate insanity went ignored.

Fast forward to the visit, which for the most part went pretty well. Had some bevvies, played some darts, got some scran, showed him around some of the nearby towns, all good. All up until the first evening.

Batty decided that, seeing as my brother had both a pulse and a willy, he was her next target of love squeezins.

She began to attention-seek, planting various items of lingerie around the house, making a big show of barging in and claiming to be looking for something, before fishing out some bigass granny pants from behind the sofa and shrieking,

"OoooOOOOooooh! THERE IT IIIIIS! TEE HEE I FOUND MY PANTS!", before scurrying off into her bedroom, smug in the fact that her flirting was going really well, and that soon her salmon canyon would soon be invaded roughly by the purple procreation musket.

It good slightly worse once she realised that this wasn't the case. She began to invade our collective privacy for seemingly no reason other than to mope around, pretending we weren't there, quite obviously fishing for us to ask her if anything was wrong. Once or twice she sat in the middle of the stairs, right in everyone's way, in a dressing gown, rocking slowly back and forth and emitting this weird high-pitched moaning like a deranged pelican with a case of bangalow belly. To say the least, my brother was pretty freaked out by this.

Fast forward yet again to the first night, in which we had stuffed bro into the spare room (which was usually the skank shack/laundry room/backup sex cell, and smelled of febreeze, damp and stale johnnies) despite his protests at braving the night alone.

"Fack that, shit'ed, that crazy doris' gonna facking stab me in my sleep!"
"No no no, bro, you insisted that you wanted to stay here, you never listened to me so you get to stick it out in the skank room. Right Mister?"
"Hm?"
"I said that bro here has to stay in the laundry room because he refused to stay somewhere else."
"You mean the skank room?"
"'Ang on, 'ang on, watdyamean the skank room?"
"He said laundry room. I said laundry room. Didn't I say laundry room?"
"Yeah."
"Naa, naa yoo din't!"
"Totally did. Did I not, Mister?"
"Hm?"
"Case closed. In you go, nob'ed."

Defeated, my brother retreated into the skank shack for the night. A few hours later, Batty did something that I didn't think she'd be ballsy enough to do. The crazy cuntrag got whammed (standard), drunkenly stumbled up the stairs, let herself into the skank shack, fumbled around the bed, poking and prodding a poor and unsuspecting brother, now wide awake and terrified. After what felt like forever, an eternity of having a deranged drunk landwhale flopping around all over you as you try to shrink back into yourself and go to your happy place, Batty realised that she wasn't going to get any bro-booty and decided to cover her arse in the best way possible.

"OH! I'm sooooo sorry, I didn't realise you were even IN HERE! TEE HEE!"

She then stumbled out in a cloud of whiskey vapor and stale booze farts, sobbing to herself at the lack of sexytimes.

Needless to say, bro made his excuses and left the following afternoon. Batty had struck again.
 
Pro tip: Please do not wait until the middle of a date to mention that you're into girls fucking animals. Tell people upfront. That is a hard limit for most people. Kthanx.

(can't say too much without showing my power level)
 
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Hey guys
My 2 ex teachers(a english and a geography one) were arrested this weekend for screwing a 16 year old
The english one
He had a wife and a small kid,besides being rich a travelled the entire world,from Uk to japan.
the geography dude was a very ugly guy,one day in class i said (jokingly)said ''nice pedobear style'' he got a little mad and grumpy....
oh had i know..... (:_(:c
Both were probably seduced by a girl (a chubby one and ugly).
then her family discovered and probably forced her to say that she was raped.
Obviously they are fucked badly.
Both are now arrested,lost their jobs on my neighbor city and state capital (university teacher is highly paid in brazil),and are now famous lolcows here in south of the state.
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Yup,they ruined their lives forever because of young china.
As a famous brazilian proverb once said:''Where you earn your bread,don't eat the flesh''
i really want to post the pictures,but i fear that i could face some sort of legal trouble.
If any of the rumours about how they were arrested changes,i will update this post.
 
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