A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
I doubt that everyone here has seen this story. Highly. Sure, many here have probably seen it, but it's still has the power to even make /b/ cry. Therefore I posted it, as it needs to see light on other forums. I also have another piece, maybe stronger, should this fail to reach the heartless souls of anyone whom can't get the sad message out of this tragic tale.
And if your still butthurt after our discussion, follow the old saying. Build a bridge, and get over it.
I have alot of heart, a helluva lot more then ALOT of people on the internet.
No offense, but probably more then you. I simpily have no feeling for the homosexuals.
Yeah, you really need to stop discussing that.
Remember, you stated you were done with that discussion, yet you keep bringing it up. I see that your still hurt by that.
I also have another piece, maybe stronger, should this fail to reach the heartless souls of anyone whom can't get the sad message out of this tradgic tale.
Edit: No, wait, maybe that is where "whom" goes. It's a confusing word and I'm not great with grammar, someone want to help me out here?
Quote from Nakiato »
This is not an image board.
No, it's a discussion board, and the thing he would like to discuss happens to be an image. If you see a topic that shouldn't be here, report it, don't nag the OP.
I also have another piece, maybe stronger, should this fail to reach the heartless souls of anyone whom can't get the sad message out of this tradgic tale.
Edit: No, wait, maybe that is where "whom" goes. It's a confusing word and I'm not great with grammar, someone want to help me out here?
Quote from Nakiato »
This is not an image board.
No, it's a discussion board, and the thing he would like to discuss happens to be an image. If you see a topic that shouldn't be here, report it, don't nag the OP.
It is indeed proper grammer. Not to sound like a ****, but remember, read before you post.
And I wasn't trying to sound fancy, bro. I was simpily trying to type proper english on an extremely-flat keyboard.
I would be happy to share the rest of my material.
You who claims he has compassion and cares for those around him.
I would like to ask you a question.
What do you have against homosexuals? I just want a straight-forward, simple answer. Do you see them as lesser? Are they 'strange' to you? What is it that makes you view them as so, so alien?
I'm just curious, is all.
Oh noes. You again. Ok, I'll PM you, if you want a some-what lengthy response.
And I have alot of care and compassion to my friends and family. Must I show love for this sole topic of homosexuals?
Now, now, Towel. Let's not get hasty. It's not like he said homosexuals (or, rather, "homosexual's") are bad people. He just said they're sad, disgusting people that need to be "fixed" before he can feel any emotion towards them. Which is totally nothing like the intolerance and injustice preached against in the image in the OP, not at all.
See, it's different, because in the OP, it's a cat, and cats are easier to sympathize with than thinking, feeling human beings.
We wouldn't want to "force our compassion on him". He clearly has enough "heart" already, much more than you or I. He might spit in the face of an innocent man for being different, but he is like so full of love for abused cats. And that's totally all that matters.
This is a discussion of the image. It's speaking out against people who abuse others based on an outward appearance, who'd spit on and kick and throw rocks at someone just for not living up to their standards in areas far beyond their control. If someone is full of love and has never hurt a person in his life, and you find him disgusing and sad, you are not a truly loving man. Period.
Oh, and directly related to the image: I cried big ***** tears when I first read it, but that had a lot to do with it being in the middle of a huge "Baaawwwwww" thread full of similar images and stories.
Does anyone have the one about the guy who makes a living putting cats and dogs in a gas chamber? That's some tearjerking stuff.
Oh, and directly related to the image: I cried big ***** tears when I first read it, but that had a lot to do with it being in the middle of a huge "Baaawwwwww" thread full of similar images and stories.
Does anyone have the one about the guy who makes a living putting cats and dogs in a gas chamber? That's some tearjerking stuff.
Try as you may to hide the sadness and level of baw that built up inside you.
And I'm very emotional, always have been.
The stronger material makes me extremely sad, due to the fact I no longer have a mother.
Just because a fictional story did not make someone weep, or shed a silent tear, does not mean they lack compassion. May I inquire as to how old you are, DooM?
No, you may not. That's really irrelevant-- enlightened and ignorant people can be of any age, and generalizing about it would be a touch hypocritical.
Just because a fictional story did not make someone weep, or shed a silent tear, does not mean they lack compassion. May I inquire as to how old you are, DooM?
Again, this thread isn't serious. I merely posted this to see how much baw I could produce.
/b/****ing cried for christ's sake! So seeing as how this is the general off-topic board, I decide to stir the pot. (do it for the lulz, amirite?)
And if you must know, I'm am of the age of seventeen. That's probably enough information to let you know why I mainly post at night, as I'm too busy with hanging out with my friends and family to waste precious amounts of time from my life, sitting all day on the internet.
And if you must know, I'm am of the age of seventeen. That's probably enough information to let you know why I mainly post at night, as I'm too busy with hanging out with my friends and family to waste precious amounts of time from my life, sitting all day on the internet.
Oh, the "I have a life and you don't" attack. Very subtle execution, I must admit.
Twenty six posts is not nearly enough information for a rarely-present member to know you "mainly post at night", and it's pretty clear you only introduced that information to imply he doesn't have activities to do during the day.
And if you must know, I'm am of the age of seventeen. That's probably enough information to let you know why I mainly post at night, as I'm too busy with hanging out with my friends and family to waste precious amounts of time from my life, sitting all day on the internet.
Oh, the "I have a life and you don't" attack. Very subtle execution, I must admit.
Twenty six posts is not nearly enough information for a rarely-present member to know you "mainly post at night", and it's pretty clear you only introduced that information to imply he doesn't have activities to do during the day.
You can check the time it was written, Peri.
EDIT: Good god, how many times do you change your signature?!
I didn't say you don't post at night, I said you only brought it up as an irrelevant attack on Towel. To be fair, his attack on you was similarly irrelevant, and I told him to knock it off.
And this is the first time I've changed my sig in like a week.
Nevar forget.
Sorry for the text size. Had to do it.
EDIT: The stronger material.
A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
Also, it's kind of ironic that you post a topic about accepting things even though most people find them disgusting. Kind of extremely ironic.
And if your still butthurt after our discussion, follow the old saying. Build a bridge, and get over it.
I have alot of heart, a helluva lot more then ALOT of people on the internet.
No offense, but probably more then you. I simpily have no feeling for the homosexuals.
Yeah, you really need to stop discussing that.
Remember, you stated you were done with that discussion, yet you keep bringing it up. I see that your still hurt by that.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
That is the anthem, the slogan, the summary of events
That's not where "whom" goes. Just say "who", man. Trying too hard to sound fancy always backfires horribly.
And I'm interested, post what you've got.
Edit: No, wait, maybe that is where "whom" goes. It's a confusing word and I'm not great with grammar, someone want to help me out here?
No, it's a discussion board, and the thing he would like to discuss happens to be an image. If you see a topic that shouldn't be here, report it, don't nag the OP.
It is indeed proper grammer. Not to sound like a ****, but remember, read before you post.
And I wasn't trying to sound fancy, bro. I was simpily trying to type proper english on an extremely-flat keyboard.
I would be happy to share the rest of my material.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
Oh noes. You again. Ok, I'll PM you, if you want a some-what lengthy response.
And I have alot of care and compassion to my friends and family. Must I show love for this sole topic of homosexuals?
Don't force your compassion for them upon me.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
I recall you from the wife topic, no?
Anyways, on to the PM.
The posters of this thread should now focus on this topic, rather than conversing about another topic.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
See, it's different, because in the OP, it's a cat, and cats are easier to sympathize with than thinking, feeling human beings.
We wouldn't want to "force our compassion on him". He clearly has enough "heart" already, much more than you or I. He might spit in the face of an innocent man for being different, but he is like so full of love for abused cats. And that's totally all that matters.
This is a discussion of the image. It's speaking out against people who abuse others based on an outward appearance, who'd spit on and kick and throw rocks at someone just for not living up to their standards in areas far beyond their control. If someone is full of love and has never hurt a person in his life, and you find him disgusing and sad, you are not a truly loving man. Period.
Does anyone have the one about the guy who makes a living putting cats and dogs in a gas chamber? That's some tearjerking stuff.
Try as you may to hide the sadness and level of baw that built up inside you.
And I'm very emotional, always have been.
The stronger material makes me extremely sad, due to the fact I no longer have a mother.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
No, you may not. That's really irrelevant-- enlightened and ignorant people can be of any age, and generalizing about it would be a touch hypocritical.
your sob story copypasta is unimpressive.
It's Extvia!
R.I.P. thread, Killed by ez
Again, this thread isn't serious. I merely posted this to see how much baw I could produce.
/b/****ing cried for christ's sake! So seeing as how this is the general off-topic board, I decide to stir the pot. (do it for the lulz, amirite?)
And if you must know, I'm am of the age of seventeen. That's probably enough information to let you know why I mainly post at night, as I'm too busy with hanging out with my friends and family to waste precious amounts of time from my life, sitting all day on the internet.
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
Oh, the "I have a life and you don't" attack. Very subtle execution, I must admit.
Twenty six posts is not nearly enough information for a rarely-present member to know you "mainly post at night", and it's pretty clear you only introduced that information to imply he doesn't have activities to do during the day.
You can check the time it was written, Peri.
EDIT: Good god, how many times do you change your signature?!
DooM is like crack, but better for you.
And this is the first time I've changed my sig in like a week.