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HOly crap..

Penis Explodes During Sex

Doctors in Romania are treating a 28-year-old whose penis exploded while he was making love to his girlfriend.

Ilarie Coroiu was taken to hospital in the Transylvanian town of Cluj after his girlfriend, Magdalena, 18, "felt something strange" and noticed that the bed was covered in blood.

Dr Angela Domocos, head of the accident and emergency department at Cluj General Hospital, said: "It is very rare for this to happen. We call it an exploded penis because it happens when the blood cavities in the penis burst.

"I don't know what this couple were playing at, but there must have been tremendous pressure inside the penis to make this happen."

Mr Coroiu is now recovering after an operation to stop the bleeding.

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Proof that Nickelback sucks:

two songs. same song.

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Everyone else was doing it, so I'm gonna do it too:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

I guess I'm pretty normal. Although most of the people I've talked to have more problems than me, so maybe it's normal to be abnormal, in which case I actually am abnormal because I'm not abnormal.

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Touch your sack, not Iraq!

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Today during tech after school we had to get these two bar-table things from up in the spot booth down to the stage. We managed to wriggle them out into the hallway, and then we discovered you could run with them and jump on them and slide down the hall (and also scratch the shit out of the floor. But that's not the point.) So we were running and sliding down the hall.

At some point, I ran and slid directly into james, so he was smashed between the two tables. He said ow and then worked his way out. He sort of ran at me like he was gonna tackle me and I laughed and moved out of the way. And then he kicked me in the shin.

Hard.


With a steel-toed boot.


It hurts like a mother fucker. Literally. It took me a good 5 minutes before I could even walk on it, and I'm still limping several hours later.


He said I was lucky 'cause he was actually going for my balls and missed.

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We were talking about climaxes (of books and stories) today for some reason, and I couldn't help thinking about something totally different. It was very difficult not to burst out laughing anytime anyone said climax, especially when phrases came up (har) such as "The climax was my favorite part" and "I thought the climax happened too early."


Is that bad?

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I managed to go all day today without ever putting on a shirt.


You don't understand how happy this makes me.

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nothing of interest has really happened in the last couple days.

that's not neccessarily bad though.

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For those few of you who asked, I made the interview and I'm not an intern at water tower theater for the summer camp. I'm the lead video/animation intern (for a musical..?) and also the head props intern. Heheh.

I don't really know what that means. But I get paid. A little.

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I figured out what's been wrong with me recently. Don't really know why, but I know what:

I'm not depressed. In fact, I've been pretty happy recently, sort of. I'm just angry. At... everything. And nothing. Just angry. It's really weird. So I'll be in good moods and stuff, but I havn't been smiling or talking as much recently.

So if I seem mad at you, I'm not. I'm just mad at everything.

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A surprising number of people were really nice to me tonight.


I just wanted to say, if you were one of them: thank you.

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I'm self-sufficient. ;-)

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I spilled water on my keyboard today. And the 'm' key stopped working.


But it's okay. I fixed it.


Also, I added a funny little sarcastic freewrite thing I had to write for world under the school section of tempest.



There are a lot of things I really want to talk about. But I don't know who to talk about them to. Actually that's not true... there are several people I should talk to. I know who to talk to and what to talk about... I just don't know how to talk about it.

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Ever notice how some people suck?

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worked security for the debate tournament today from 2:30 til 10:30. Six flags tommorrow, then more debate tournament. Debate tournament all day saturday too. But kristen said she'd be there saturday so that makes me a little happier. Cause I can rape her in the small gym. (Note to Kristen: If you're reading this, that was a joke. Note to everyone else: No it's not.)

Then sunday... free time! hopefully we'll finish the bl0wn episode 2.

then school for an entire week auauaugh.

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I've come to realize that I can't do anything without it spreading around like wildfire, especially throughout the cheerleaders. Damn gossipy bitches.

Normally I don't mind when people talk about me. I mean, I talk about other people all the time. It's only fair. But for some reason with me things tend to get blown out of proportion, and exaggerated, like a twisted real life game of telephone. My walk in the park with a friend becomes a hardcore, all-night sex party. All of a sudden I'm a man-slut and a wannabe-player.

If you want me to have an all-night sex romp with you, that's fine. Just don't go around telling people it happened when it really didn't. It sucks to have people get mad at me for having sex when I didn't even get to have any.

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Recently I've been feeling waaay more lethargic and unmotivated than usual. And, if you know me, that's saying a lot. It's not just me either; one of my friend actually brought it up I was like I know! and we were talking about it. I dunno what it is... I'm just... burned out. And it's not just me. You probably are too. Everyone is.

School sucks. And not just sucks. It sucks cock. And it IS cock: the cock of knowledge. And it crams itself down your throat. And it also sucks itself, and others. School is a huge man-slut cock penis.


So, in conclusion, I probably won't be doing any more homework for the rest of the school year(s).

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My confidence comes in six-packs.






And Less Than Jake is a damn good band.

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Well we filmed a lot for episode 2 of the bl0wn today. It should be pretty hardcore.


If you were one of the unwitting recepients of the drive-by waterballoonings, I appologize. Unless you're Jenny. I'm totally not sorry at all for throwing water balloons at her. Twice.



Anyways look for the bl0wn: episode two sometime later this week.

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Kristen wants my penis. I have proof:

kr1st3m returned at 7:51:47 PM.
caledor7 (7:52:27 PM): if you don't say "no" in the next 10 seconds it means you want my long, hard, raging penis inside of you
kr1st3m is away at 7:52:31 PM.
caledor7 (7:52:50 PM): hmm
caledor7 (7:53:06 PM): it's been ten seconds.
caledor7 (7:53:52 PM): I think we all know what that means

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I found this in the news, about a pre-prom event. And I quote:

"About 85 students attended, entering drawings for prom-related accessories, competing in a cornhole tournament and learning how not to behave on the big night. "


Naturally I was quite concerned. While I've never been cornholing before, I don't actually know what it is. I mean I had this feeling, but surely that can't be right.

So I looked it up. Hooray for Google.

The answer comes from our good friends at playcornhole.com. Allow me to quote sections in such a way that it turns into a huge sexual euphamism (emphasis mine):


"What is Cornhole?

It has been called many things, Corn Toss, Bean Bag, Bean Toss, Soft Horseshoes, Indiana Horseshoes, but to many of us born and raised in Kentucky and the southern part of Ohio, the game is passionately referred to as Cornhole.

It has been said that the game originated in Germany in the 14th century, and then was rediscovered in the hills of Kentucky over 100 years ago.

The truth is, who really knows, but the game is great fun for all ages and can be played anywhere!

Contestants take turns pitching their corn bags at the cornhole until a contestant reaches the score of 21 points. A corn bag in the hole scores 3 points, while one on the platform scores 1 point.

Scoring can be swift and the lead may change hands several times in a match before the winner is decided.

The game is generally played tournament style with an individual or team being named the champion at the end of the tournament.

Why play Cornhole?

The biggest reasons to play Cornhole is that Cornhole can be played anywhere and everyone can play Cornhole.

If you can aim and toss a corn bag 30 feet, you can master the game of Cornhole - It's great for family outings.
Cornhole can be played anywhere - driveways, parks, backyard, campgrounds, beaches and even in-doors.

Safe for everyone - no metal objects. Corn bags are made of extra soft material.

No muss; no fuss. Two cornhole platforms and 8 corn bags and you’re ready to play the game.

Very portable. Can be taken anywhere. Fits in most car trunks and there are fold-down models that are even more portable.

Cornhole is the game for everyone!

It’s great fun for the whole family. "

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there are forums on the bl0wn website now. So if you havn't seen it, go download it, and if you have, come talk in the forums.

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I'm still in a great mood. not really sure why.


But the main thing is: the bl0wn has a brand new website, to mark the release of our first episode!

It's awesome.

visit the bl0wn website at thebl0wn.tk

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I'm in a good mood today :-p albeit a bit tired.

I finished editing the bl0wn video, which means it'll be online by tommorrow. It's pretty sweet.

Passover is also tonight. You know what that means?


that's right. 4 cups of wine.


And by four I mean like sixty.

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When you're sad, things you've done that you wish you hadn't flash before your eyes.

At the time, there was no problem, but as the events play back in your head, you think of thousands of things you should have done, or said, instead.

You feel stupid. Inadequte. Cumbersome. Helpless.

In case you're unusually unperceptive, I've been depressed for a while. There are times when I'm with friends, and I don't think about anything else, and I just have fun. I feel good. But as soon as we're done, I can't help returning to a depressed state of lethargy. Soon after I can't even remember the fun that I had, nor can I even remember what it's like to even have fun. I hate it; it's not on purpose. It's just, right now, it's very difficult for me to enjoy myself.

Sometimes I'll sit for long periods of time, aimlessly dragging the mouse across my desktop. Sometimes I'll sit and stare at my buddy list in desperation. Sometimes I'll sit and stare at my wall. Sometimes I'll lie down and stare at nothing.

I know exactly why I'm so down. Well, maybe not exactly, but I know the root of the problem. It's a combination of three things, two of which are female and one of which I am forced to go to every day for seven hours (or more). I know the problems, but I don't know how to fix them. I feel totally helpless, which is a feeling I hate, and as a result, I'm really sad. I feel helpless, I feel useless, I lose all self-confidence. It's a downhill spiral that very few (if any) people can pull me out of. I'm trying hard to save myself, to pull myself out of the fall, but damn it's difficult.

I'm already a totally different person at school than I am on weekends, but when I'm sad the gap widens severly. I have two totally opposite personalities, and switch between them frighteningly rapidly. I'm sure this really pisses off the people who hang around me, and that makes me feel even worse, which in turn makes the problem worse.

I'm not suicidal, but I really don't want to be living. I don't want to die, or kill myself, or anything like that, but honestly, I'm getting sort of tired of life. It seems like too much work for too little reward. But I'll hang on 'cause it's supposed to get better (it's supposed to have been getting better ever since 7th grade) and, when I actually think about it, all three of my problems should go away, or at least get better, when I go to college. So maybe when I'm in college, I can be myself and start to enjoy life again.


Or maybe not.

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So yesterday, on saturday, was fun. We woke up at like 7 (except for tim *cough*) and immediately started wreaking havoc. Included in the day's activities were blowing up oranges (or trying to), playing with fireworks, a good game of dodge ball, and dropping a monitor off of a parking garage.

All in all it was a pretty good day.


A video of yesterday will be available, in the format of an internet TV show, no later than Tuesday. It is known as the bl0wn, and is the first of hopefully many episodes to be released.

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In retrospect, you should listen to what other people tell you, especially when it's multiple people telling you the same thing. They're probably right, whether you want to believe it or not.

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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

stay tuned for the bl0wn: episode 1

it is teh l33t.

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it's MY life,

stop fucking with it.

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It's funny how another's happiness can mean your absolute misery.

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Love is a bitch.

I've seen this far too many times: two people have great friendships, have fun together on weekends, hang out a lot when the other one's bored, talk to each other about stuff.

And then one starts liking the other. Following the ladder theory, since they are already friends, they can never have a successful relationship. And so one gets mad at the other, or desperate, and the other gets mad at the first, for being so annoying and attached, and then they get mad at each other, and themselves, and never talk to each other again, and die a little inside. For no good reason.

I've seen it far too many times; friendships being destroyed. And good friendships are hard to come by, especially for some people (like myself) who don't easily make friends with any and everyone. It's a shame to see love happen, and fail. I've seen it happen to others, and I've seen it happen to me, and it sucks.

When love works out, it's a beautiful thing. In eigth grade, when I was at the peak of depression, people said that the only time they saw me smile was when I was with my girlfriend. She made my life worth living. Love is great when it works.

Adults constantly beat into your head the cliche "if you don't try, you will never succeed." Unfortunately, this goes for love too. If you don't try, you'll never be hurt. The higher the climb, the higher the fall. But if you don't try, you'll never feel the joy of being on the top. So the question, really, is "is the climb worth it?" The answer is yes; yes it is. But when you fall, and break your leg, you have to get up and shake it off. And broken legs can take weeks, even months to heal. But eventually, if you keep trying again, you'll make it to the top, and the victory will be that much sweeter because you had to work that much harder.

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On the way home today I hit a bird. It was the bird's fault but I could have easily slowed down and avoided it.

For a split second I thought it was funny. Hehehe I just hit a bird. But then I actually had a huge pang of guilt and felt bad for a good five minutes.


Apparently, I do have a conscience. Hrm.

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