Hello giantbombers, I had a pretty interesting day today, well, basically, I was just chillen with my dad (or, at least trying to chill with him, fuckin asshole) at my cousins baseball game, and, if you don`t already know, i`m a bum when it comes to sports, that`s why i`m not in any, I have tried swim team, but I fail, but anyways, he was just sitting there telling me what every douchebag dad would say to his lazy son, “ Why don`t you stop being a bum and play some football at the school? “, and I answered “ Dad, i`m not the athletic type, so please stop asking me to do something I don`t want to to “. So, after that awkward conversation, he added, “ Try baseball, it`s simple “, and my instinct came to do what it felt, and by mistake I replied “ Yeah, as simple as my ass “.

Now, a “ good “ parent wouldn`t let they`re child swear like that, but, he just laughed and said “You are simple, simply retarded,that`s probably why your mother always watches you, retards need more attention”. To me, that was really mean, after her pretty much burned me with that,as much as I don`t want to admit, really funny comeback, we took my cousin back to his place, on the ride there, I was just trying to experiment how my dad would react to me cursing a little more, so, me and my good o`l cousin were talking and then, a huge bump in the road made the car bounce, and with thinking about how I could use that as an excuse to swear, I yelled “ Oh shit! “, and guess what, he didn`t give a holy fuck, I was just, amazed, he doesn`t care? Well, I can`t really tell if this is because he`s cool or because he doesn`t care about me growing up to be a “bad” grown up.

Well, we came back home, and I was just curious, I wanted to ask him if he cared if I swore or not, but as soon as he entered his house he left straight for my, mildly attractive, step mom, they left into the room, and they did, well, whatever they felt like doing (probably sexy time, but that`s just MY guess). So, I decided, what if I did something that would, you know, disturb their “time” together. I had to think quickly before they got so much into the sexy time to the point to where they don`t give a fuck about what happens to their belongings. Without hesitation, I decided to go ahead and bring my dad`s awesome German Shepard inside the house, and this dude is like, crazy hyper, i`ve never seen him sleep, that`s how crazy this dog is. So, we were chillen, doing the regular boy and dog bonding shit, and then, next thing I knew, he pissed on my step mom`s carpet, now, this is the first time I was confident and sure that my dad would not care, but I wasn`t too sure, my dad can be unpredictable sometimes. So, after they were doing the sexy dance with each other, I was outside with my old childhood friends before I moved with my mom, and next thing I hear is my dad yelling my name, “ ( insert name here ), GET YOUR ASS IN THE FUCKING HOUSE “, I was like, “oh shit”, so, my good o`l friend nick gave me some quick advice, he told me, look him in the eyes and have no fear, so, that`s exactly what I did, I walked calmly into the house, and there he was, step mom probably knocked out or passed out from the uh, “pounding” my dad gave her, and raising his voice at me, he yelled “You better hope that`s lucky`s piss or else i`m gonna make you sweep this up with your tounge”.

Now, lemme tell you what was wrong with that sentence he said, now, can you guess what was wrong with that? It`s not because he threatened to make me clean up the piss with my tounge, not because he raised his voice at me or anything, what`s wrong with that is he would actually think I would piss on the floor… yeah, if I said this once, I said this a billion times, my dad is a fail. Does, he REALLY think I would actually do that, does he think i`m THAT retarded (keyword THAT, i`m actually a little bit of a dumb ass). I remembered what my friend Nick told me, stay confident, NO FEAR, so I told him back “Make me”, and boy, did this seriously piss him off, he yelled back “I know you didn`t just talk to me like that” I was surprised I made it this far without getting my ass whipped, so, I replied back, “ What are ya gonna do? It`s not like I did anything wrong, if your gonna beat me, then do it, but if you do, that just proves you have no brains to fix your problems .“. For a second, he stayed silent, and then smirked, “ So, you don`t think i`m smart huh? “ and me, relieved he didn`t go chuck norris on my ass replied “Well obviously not, I mean, you don`t know how to clean up piss from the floor”, he laughed, and started joking around saying, “Get your ass and clean it”, so, I went to the kitchen, and he threw a shirt at me and said “here, use this”, so, with great risk I replied, “ Seriously? Dude, it`s called a rag, stupid”.

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He laughed, yeah, it was a pretty interesting day that was, now, if your wondering what point i`m trying to get at, basically, the question is, does my dad, or any dick dad out there want there child to grow up a douche bag, because I was acting like him, and he respected me, well, you know, in a way, i`ve never bonded with my dad like that in a long time. But yeah duders, today I learned that, sometimes, you gotta see views in different ways, I use to think that my dad was just all in all, a bum, but we kinda related to eachother today.

Yeah, that was my boring, and time wasting blog, thanks for reading and feel free to troll and all that good stuff, haha.

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Hello Giantbomb community, I`m back with another blog, not a bitchy rant this time, but more like, how it is to game with OCD, now, I don`t have a HUGE problem with OCD, it`s actually pretty miner, i`ve always had it, and i`ve always thought everybody had problems like that, but, i`ve grown up a little more (keywords, A LITTLE, i`m still slightly retarded) I know that it`s a common disease (I think). If you don`t know exactly what OCD is, all in all, it`s just wierd brain waves that could mess you up a little, like being bothered by odd numbers, or using your left leg more than your right one, or one thing that`s been a problem with me for a while, feeling like your using more deodorant on one arm more than the other, so uh,yeah, in a nutshell, that`s OCD.
 
Now, how does OCD effect me? well, it has bothered me a`lot of times actually, especially odd numbers, one example of something that i`ve been having trouble on is Red Dead Redemption, like I said earlier, i`m not too fond of odd numbers just sitting there, staring at me (creepy,yes I know), so, literally EVERY SINGLE TIME my ammo is on an odd number, I would just shoot in the air to have the ammo amount on an even number, this effects me way too much for me to enjoy, well, actually not really but it does bother me (it`s a great game though, and I recommend buying it)
 
Lemme give you a few more things that completely SUCKS on having this OCD, you know Pikmin? Yeah, this is some big time number problems, when one of my pikmin die and i`m stuck to an even number, i`m not stupid and un-controllable enough to actually go back to the pods and get more, but there has been many, many times where the number just sitting there has bothered me, especially when the day is on the top right corner.
 
One more thing that just SUCKS on OCD gaming is, when i`m playing FPS (first person shooters for those who don`t know), the odd numbers and shit are there still, but when I have a large variety of weapons to use, sometimes I can`t decide which one I want to use (I know, I suck at life), like for example, this thing I actually got over around the last two hours of the game, but Uncharted 2, I had a hard time deciding if i`m gonna go ahead and keep this AK-47, or go for the M-16, all of the weapons are just too awesome and useful, and it sucks actually having to think about weather I want to or not, and when I do, I just feel like going back to pick the gun up after 20 minutes.
 
Now, there has been a few times OCD has actually made games fun for me, now, this actually isn`t TOO GOOD of a reason, but it`s nice, I HATE, HATE, HATE starting games with a possible higher difficulty, so, i`m usually just chillin with the hardest possible choice (at times though, I might give in and just switch the difficulty *cough* Super Smash Bros Brawl *cough*) And honestly, the reason why it makes things more fun for me is because challenge in games are a plus, after dieing so much and constantly start over on this mission makes the game last longer for me, and if you knew me you would know, I don`t buy video games often, so having games last a long time for me is just awesome.
 
So, there`s my little uh, you know, thingy, if you have wierd things like this, please tell me i`m not alone, haha, alright yo, i`m out.
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Hello giantbomb community, i`m back, finally, and I need some serious help, lemme go ahead and keep the story nice and long, haha, but ehh, yeah, here we go:

My stupid ass mistake

Whattup duders! i`m back and better than ever!, but uhm, anyways, this is my first time logging in since about a week ago, I really miss this awesome community, and the jeff myster, but one thing i`ve noticed that`s definately a huge difference is that now the subscription fees and whiskey services are now officially here! that`s awesome, now, I feel that after betraying this site and it`s people ( if you know what I mean ), I think I should subscribe to the yearly service, i`m not too sure if I can, but I know for a fact I can do the monthly subscription, I found myself 25 bucks at school, that`s right, i`m one lucky son of a bitch. But anyways dudes, I ask for a favor, what`s up dudes!? I`ve been up to my usual shenanigans at school, it`s fun to piss mean teachers off, makes me feel young and careless... actually... I am young and careless really, I AM a thirteen year old. Hmmm, I don`t really have more to chill and talk about to you guys, but there is one more thing I should ask, how`s that subscription thing? is it awesome? i`m pretty sure i`ll get the monthly weather it sucks or not, but I just wanna know if it`s worth it. Alright guys, i`m done annoying you guys, i`ll see you guys later with my bitchy rants later.
 
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 Sup duders, right now I should probably get to the usual bitchin epic rants, but not today, today, I have an even better idea, well, if you haven`t been living under a rock for a while, you would know that labor day is coming up in a few days, this monday I think, so, I figured I would dedicate one blog to all the soldiers that risked their lives and also have been killed to make this country what it is, now I remember once I actually started bitchin about america, just slightly, actually, it was only about the south, but now I just realized that the world isn`t perfect, just like most of us human beings, we try hard, and we make mistakes. But anyways, like I said, this blogs gonna be me being all thankful and shit, but I feel that there should be more than just being grateful, these people died for our country, and I feel that I...no, WE, owe them a`lot more, but as far as I see it, the best thing for us duders to do ( that sounded funny, duders to do, lol, say that like three times fast :P ), and that would be to show our appreciation somehow, in this case, i`m showing it by blogging it on the internet, which actually, can be a bad idea in some cases, but that`s not my fault if some dude just says something stupid. So, without further ado, here is my blog dedicated to Labor day... have you ever heard of the story, " The Army Son"? Well, here it is, taken straight out of the website jokesnjokes.com, no seriously I found it there, and after coming across this sad story, this is what made me feel that I should appreciate what I have more, and appreciate what the army has done for us, so without further ado, taken straight out of the website I found it in, may I proudly present, the Army Son.

The Army Son

By: Author Unknown

The Creightons were very proud of their son, Frank. When he went to college, naturally they missed him; but he wrote and they looked forward to his letters and saw him on weekends. Then Frank was drafted into the army.

After he had been in the army about five months, he received his call to go to Vietnam. Of course, the parents' anxiety for his first letter was greater than ever before. And ever week they heard from him and were thankful for his well-being. Then one week went by without a letter ~ two weeks ~ and finally three. At the end of the third week a telegram came, saying, "We regret to inform you that you son has been missing for three weeks and is presumed to have been killed inaction while fighting for his country."

The parents were shocked and grieved. They tried to accept the situation and go on living, but it was tragically lonesome without Frank.

About three weeks later, however, the phone rang. When Mrs. Creighton answered it, a voice on the other end said, "Mother, it's Frank. they found me, and I'm going to be all right. I'm in the United States and I'm coming home soon."

Mrs. Creighton was overjoyed, with tears running down her cheeks she sobbed, "Oh, that's wonderful! That's just wonderful, Frank."

There was silence for a moment, and then Frank said, "Mother I want to ask you something that is important to me. While I've been here, I've met a lot of wonderful people and I've really become close friends with some. There is one fellow I would like to bring home with me to meet you and Dad. And I would like to know if it would be all right if he could stay and live with us, because he has no place to go."

His mother assured him it would be all right.

Then Frank said, "You see, he wasn't' as lucky as some; he was injured in battle. He was hit by a blast and his face is all disfigured. He lost his leg, and his right hand is missing. So you see, he feels uneasy about how others will accept him."

Frank's mother stopped to think a minute. She began to wonder how things would work out, and what people in town would think of someone like that. She said, "Sure Frank, you bring him home~ for a visit, that is. We would love to meet him and have him stay for a while; but about him staying with us permanently, well, we'll have to think about that." There was silence for a minute, and then Frank said, "Okay, Mother," and hung up.

A week went by without any word from Frank, and then a telegram arrived ~ "We regret to inform you that your son has taken his life. We would like you to come and identify the body."

Their wonderful son was gone. The horror stricken parents could only ask themselves, "Why had he done this?" When they walked into the room to identify the body of their son, they found a young man with a disfigured face, one leg missing, and his right hand gone.

My thoughts and how it has been changed

Hello duders, i`m here in my room with the MTV channel on my TV in the background, ready to head to school in about 4 hours, just, you know, chillin.
But, I have a problem, lemme just say that this story could be a little creepy if you have paranoia and a`lot of windows, like I do -_-, So please don`t be pissed off if you can`t sleep ok? Alrighty, well, here`s the story, oh, and uhm, I usually like to keep my blogs on a PG-13 level, but in this case i`m just going to have to be real so that I can capture you in this wierd and fucking creepy situation i`m in, well, here`s the story. 
 
Oh right, forgot to say, I would like to remind a certain person/people not to read my blogs or epic rant`s right before bed : P
 

Me and mah good ol` buddy

The night... the oh so creepy night.

Guys, i`m back , and I feel that I should tell you, I have done wrong unbelievably wrong to this web site, and I feel I should apologize to the amazing community of this web site for ruining one of it`s biggest features, well, here I go. 

What I have done wrong

 Hello giantbomb community, i`m back with my bitch fits, but this time I feel this one is more necessary, abandonation.
 
Now, i`ve actually gave this word some thought, after looking up the definition, I figured out that abandonation isn`t even a word, but I can "kinda" see why it isn`t, but, sense I can`t exactly think of a way to define this made up word, so let`s just say that it means the same thing as abandon, but more in a repetitive sense, I know that didn`t make much sense, but just think about hard enough, than you can understand what i`m trying to say.
 
Well, back to the point, i`m bitching about this because i`ve actually been a victim, and witnessed it, abandonation can be used in quite a few different ways, and i`m about to point out every single one and why it`s horrible.
 

# 1 - Animal Abandonation

# 2 - Object Abandonation

# 3 - Self Issue Abandonation

# 4 - Beliefs and Other Shit Abandonation AKA B.O.S.A. ( in ways, hypocrisy )

# 5 - Abandoning Your Family...

Hello duders, I have another late blog, this time I kinda need your advice, in all seriousness. Well, if you didn`t already know, i`m in a band, it`s a rock/ rap rock band, pretty sweet, actually, as silly as it sounds, we are actually trying to do all the genres, country, pop, R&B, rap, heavy metal, yeah, sounds pretty wierd, but that`s just how our style is. But anyway`s, I have a really bad problem, well, one of my good friends want`s to " change up " some of our material, first lemme point out that we haven`t even recorded ONE song yet, so it`s pretty pathetic, we`re actually planing to record 9th grade, we`ve planned this since 7th, so, that plan is going well so far I guess, but back to the point, he`s trying to make our lyrics " inspirational ", now, i`m not saying that`s a bad thing, but i`m not necessarily saying that it`s a good thing, he also doesn`t want us to curse, ( AKA, swearing, "cussing" ) and i`m sorry, but that`s just lame, I mean, seriously? i`m trying to be real in my songs, and you don`t want me to express my anger? that`s fucked up, but anyways, his excuse is " if the principle finds out we rap like that, they wont look at us the same way " or " we might fuck up the world with music like that ". I could just start making a whole epic rant about how this is a really stupid excuse, but I prefer to not make you read my bullshit.
 
So, what i`m asking basically, should I just let him push me and my dreams like that? I mean, I DO have a beat maker, and a microphone, but I don`t wanna lose a friend, I mean, I know it`s stupid, and childish, but i`ve always dreamed since I was a little kid to make music, also, I have a few band members who don`t know at all about his idea, so, when we arrive at my buds house to record, suprise, keep your lyrics on a 2nd grade level. The group originally was suppose to be a group about life and it`s struggles, but now that we`re writing " happy go lucky " lyrics, it just really sounds stupid and isn`t my style.
 
So, giantbomb community, I need your advice, what exactly should I do? I don`t wanna just grab the rest of the band and leave, because that`s a dick thing to do, i`m not like that, but at the same time, I don`t think it`s worth letting him change my musical style just so that he can have a " good " record ( if you don`t know what I mean, I mean so that adult`s don`t see him as a " good kid " ), so please, tell me what I should do
 
Thanks for reading and...
 
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Hello bombers, i`m back with a blog, and actually I have some pretty interesting information. Well, school started recently, and I`ve been having trouble sleeping, but now, I just realized something, i`m actually nocturnal, why? well, I sleep literally from the time I get back from school, to the time my parent`s go to bed, recently i`ve been sleeping around 3 AM, I sleep 3 hours untill school starts, yeah, pretty epic. One thing i`ve been wondering, is this healthy? i mean, i`m awake all through school, then I sleep about 5 hours in the middle of the day after school, so I just wanna make sure if it`s bad, and one more thing, is anybody else nocturnal or an insomniac?
 
Well guys
 
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