Or do you have one for both boys and girls?
Let's see if you're capable of rising above..."I ed your mama"...ok son?
What would you have done at 19-22 sitting on a bar stool in Singapore nursing a Singapore Sling when a cute little with a blue butterfly tattooed over her right (or was it left?) breast comes over and sits down beside you and says..."buy me drink babysan?"
Well?
How old is this woman in question, Avante?
Ugh. This again? Ok...
Scene : Bar in Singapore
15 Oriental Tranny : "buy me drink babysan?"
Me: "I don't think so."
15 Year Old Oriental Tranny : "awww why not? Me love you long time."
Me: "Sorry...not interested."
Of course in my mind, I want to explain to him the problems with underage drinking and the dangers he faces propositioning people for sex. Not to mention the long term emotional toll it will take on him. But I'm a little buzzed and don't think it would translate well anyway.
15 Year Old Oriental Tranny: "oooooo. I guess I go back to Fatty Who Rike Track and Fierd."
Your mom's dead you sicko.
You really don't know and at 19-22 you really don't care, they are working in a bar so apparently they don't either over there.
You are far far away from anything you were familiar with and have no idea what's going on so ya watch the older guys who have been there and done that.
Nobody gave a damn about age, it was a total non factor. It actually never crossed your mind, why should it?
Drop the....see see see me everyone I'm funny huh?....and answer my question, ok?
I;m not the one starting Avante threads everyday day ya re ed .
I can understand that much, what's the craziest thing you've seen back in those days in hindsight?
If I told you you wouldn't believe me.
Try me
How about the victims story?
You injected yourself into every crevice of my being.
Your crimes have slithered inside every waking thought.
The hateful flashes of found memory are
the poisons that push through my veins.
A gleaming smile hides the lies of preying eyes
and friendly words distract from hands which drip with unseen grime.
Your finger painting stains my skin with
ugly swipes that I cannot wash away.
My blood is toxic,
my mind hijacked,
I'm imprisoned in the past.
You replaced my face with a stranger's mask
and drained away every ounce of life.
I don't recognize the figure in the mirror
or the menacing taunts that plague my mind.
I split my skin in two trying to bleed you out of me,
starving away every fiber that you marked in your keep,
branding the anger onto my body so everyone knows
exactly what crimes you've committed and
the tortures you've inflicted.
I drug myself until I can't remember my name-
mistaking any fantasy for reality is better than
lying in bed reliving every second of this nightmare.
I'll never be able to scrape away the filth
that you left on the outside
or digest the spiders that remain within.
Greying flesh is laced with cobwebs
that catch the sobs I try to swallow.
I hear a distant scream.
Fear slithers up my spine and hisses in my ear.
Nervous glances flash to the the monster in the shadows-
the one with human skin and friendly smile.
Panic crashes over me like waves broken over rocks.
The stench of sweat is nauseating-
his body is built over my own like a wall.
The very sound of his skin as it takes over mine
is enough to crave a knife through the ear.
"This isn't happening.
I am not here.
Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, he'll leave me be."
It doesn't matter... nothing matters.
It will and did happen again and again
with each incidence lasting a little longer,
starting a little sooner,
going a little farther.
I realize that the scream is trapped inside of me-
echoing against the walls of my chest and rattling within my skull.
It never ends.
i hide my shame
the dark dirty parts
the ugliness inside
i was only 3 years old
why aren’t i fighting back
i could have stopped this
it is my fault
for 35 years, I thought it was my fault
you said I would forget
i took my control back the only way I knew how
from that day forward, I swore
i would never forget
i would never forget what you or anyone did to me
at night I hold myself and gently rock saying
you will see, this did not hurt me
you will not hurt me
you will not hurt me, again
over and over until the sun came up
exhausted but safe
but you did hurt me
my friendships
my college years
and my relationships
my husband
my children
you stole from me
my innocence
my happiness
my childhood
my dreams
my hope
it took 35 years
but it wasn’t my fault
i don’t need to be ashamed
i am proud of who i am
i am done giving power to you
i am taking it back
i forgive you
but i will never
never
never
never
forget
Your soul is required in Avante ok?
Dress like a 15 year old and you'll have better luck with him.
Ok...
We are off the coast of Viet Nam loping those illumnious s s turning night into day. A bunch of us are back on the fantail smoking pot when we see this ....thing....hovering over us, keep in mind we do have radar. We are.....what the ? So it hovers there for a good 30 seconds, looking like something out of a sci fi movie then it....zoooooooooooom..gone!!!!!!! What it was...??? And, it did not show up on the radar as we found out later. Weirdest thing I've ever seen.
So how many 15 years old work those bars stupid, well?
So tell me idiot what was the drinking age over age? Now think just a little bit ok moron? How old did someone have to be to go into bars, well?
I have never in my life seen so many who have no clue what's really going, it really is amazing. So many total idiots in Texas.
Can't even figure out sailors in bars, wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sure your motto is "I just need one".
IDK. It seems like if they are OK with 15 year old hookers, they aren't going to care much about the drinking age.
Drop the silly bull slick, ok?
Now tell me do you really think the drinking age was 15 over there, well? So what was the drinking age? Do you really think it was...15?
Dude, talk like a grown up...ok?
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