Man what a fucking day. Was thinking
about this time last year, back when I was shitting blood
out my ass like there was no tomorrow. It would literally
pour out of my ass. I'd been shitting blood for about a
month before we went on vacation to Cuba, and by the time
we got there it had become an epidemic. I didn't want to
go to the doctors beforehand and possibly interrupt our
trip - it had already been paid for and was non-refundable.
The blood was coming from a hemorrhage
in my colon or some shit from drinking daily for years.
About two days into the trip I'd
been drinking hard and was literally filling toilet bowls
with deep red blood. I'd go into the washroom and take a
shit and come back out looking white as chalk. So late one
night when I was totally pissed I decided to shit blood
all over the toilet in the bar washroom, and just leave
it for somebody to find. I did a nasty job, then continued
to fill the bowl full with a second geyser. When I was done
it looked like I'd gutted a small pig in there.
Probably the poor bastard who had
to clean it up thought that some drunk chick had staggered
in and had a miscarriage. They probably poked through it
to find the fetus, but all they would find would be some
milky strands of colon lining.
It took me about three months to
go to the doctors after I got home. I'd hoped it might just
go away on it's own, but it didn't. I had to get a rectal
examination, and then the treatment was assfucking myself
three times a day with a baton-sized turkey baster full
of a steroid/antibacterial cream. After about 6 weeks of
those injections it finally cleared up. In the interim I
must have lost gallons of blood.
Goes to show you that alcoholism
can have its downsides. And that was before my kidneys failed.
True story.
I am half white, and half Japanese.
I weight in at 356 pounds and stand at a short coming of
5'4". I look like Al Boreland from home improvement.
I have the shittest life in the world because right now
my mom lives in Japan and I life in California with my older
brother who is gay as hell and crazy as hell too. He has
OCD (like rain man) and dresses in Middle eastern army clothes.
It’s just me and him living here, and I’m scared because
he has a fucking Desert Eagal gun! He walks around the house
naked with the gun in his hand. I have no friends expect
for one friend that lives down the street named Issac. We
call him the iceman because one day he went to the snow
and got stuck in some hill or something like that and they
had to cut one of his balls off because of the frost bite.
Anyways. I have the shittest life
in the entire world. My penis is only 1 ½ inchs hard
! That’s pretty sad... I don’t know what to do. I have tried
to make it bigger in every way that I could. Nothing seems
to work though. It’s just soooo fucking small. I stay up
all night some times and just cry my eyes out. I look down
and hold back my fat to see my hardon... and I can’t even
see it. I have to look into a mirror to look at it. With
my 1 ½ inch penis and alllll my stretch marks throughout
my body. I look like a fucking cup of noodles. Please help
me if you could. I don’t know how much more of my depressing
life that I can take!
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From: Dad
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Subject: my life
sux
Dear Stile,
Ok, let me start off by saying,
you wont find a shittier life than mine. I was castrated
when I was 9 due to an anal infection, which subsequently
spread to my balls, and I have had to take laxatives twice
daily since then. Seems embarrassing walking around with
shitstains huh? I’ve gotten used to it simply because I’ve
had em since gradeschool. I’m 37 year old Mailman, so day
in and day out I have to deal with assholes making fun of
my face. I have what some have called a Pig’s nose. It’s
flat and pointed at the top, and was a major source of ridicule
during highschool, which I dropped out of 3 months into
9th grade.
The only reason I haven’t commited
suicide is because, how would ppl get their mail? They need
their fucking bills and playboy ads goddamnit! This is just
what I tell myself... I dunno.... when I was 14 my mother
kicked me out of the house, so I moved in with my Grandma
and I swear I am so glad that bitch is dead. You don’t know
hell until you’ve had to scrape corns off of a 79 year old
womans feet while she masturbates. It’s sickening.
My life sucks so bad. Today, you
can't even imagine. For the last two years I have been living
with my wife and OUR girlfriend. They are both Bi-sexual.
The girlfiend has got to be one of the best fucks I have
ever had. Every time we fuck she cums four or five times.
The last twenty sometimes we fucked we had simultaneous
orgasms, with her then having multiples. The sex with the
two of these ladie was the best I have ever had, there were
many nights when I busted nut four and five times. They
always wanted to keep going. Many a day I would wake up
and get ready for the day as they are eating each other
out fucking each other with dildos. Man it was so beautiful.
Well, My LIFE SUCKS cause the bitch girlfriend left. There
is this tremendous void, nothing is satisfying. Deepthroat
gagging blowjobs from my wife cut the edge but nothing compares
to busting your nut three four five times a night four nights
a week on two hot chicks. Man will I ever get to have peace
and harmony again. Jerking off SUCKS!!!!!!!
We'll I know I can't win your "whose
life is t he most fucked up" award, but here's my entry
anyway.
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At age 5, I was
diagnosed mentally retarded. I proved them wrong by graduating
from the Georgia Institute of Technology with a BS and
MS degrees.
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At age 6, my doctor
gave me some anti-seizure medication that caused toxic
hepatitis and nearly killed me.
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At age 7, I had
Status Asthmatiscus (usually fatal asthma attack) and
was saved only by administration of doses of atropine
and cortisone considered high enough to kill 2 healthy
adults, let alone a 50 pound kid.
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In 1994, I married
a wife with a 11 year old son (big mistake).
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In 1995, I got into
debt and we seek help. My wife attends the meetings and
refuses to listen.
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In 1999, my wife
got a gastric bypass because she was 140 lbs over weight.
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In 1999, I got a
new boss who was given the position "Director of
Information Technology". Within 1 week, it was clear
he knew nothing of the subject, nothing of managing programmers,
nothing of technology in general, and he was still working
for his former company during our hours. This will persist
for the next 5 years.
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In 2000, my wife
became clinically depressed and was given anti-depression
meds and pain meds. We are deep-ass in debt and I'm working
two jobs earning a shit load of money.
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In 2001, my wife
lost her mother, my son become suicidal, I became clinically
depressed when I lose my part-time job. My wife is now
addicted to her pain meds and non functional.
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In 2002, my wife
"requires" stronger meds for her pain and is
now hooked on valium, gets and quits jobs left and right.
I struggle to keep my high paying job with the dirt bag
boss in spite of the new migrine headaches.
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In 2003, my wife
goes into detox for the first time and quits valium. I
suffer continual migranes and my first heart attack. My
son is now on anti-depression meds and is now back in
private school after a gang shooting at his public high
school. I lose my job when I am hospitalized for migraines.
I fail to find a new tech job in Memphis. We declare bankruptcy.
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In 2004, the marriage
dissolves when my wife goes to the hospital for drug induced
hepatitis. My son leave the family and drops out of school
for work and to live with his girlfriend. I now have continual
migraines and drug resistant depression. I leave for Atlanta
in hopes for any job opportunities after I fail to get
a part-time job moving computer monitors. After moving
to Atlanta, my psychologist sends me to a mental hospital
for outpatient care and more meds.
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September to now
- I'm self employed as a PC repair tech earning less than
$100/wk. My son talks to me this month for the first time
in 8 months and he is still working full time. My wife
is now "sober" for days at a time, but is still
non-functional and is barely mentally competent. I finalize
the divorce and bankruptcy, losing the Compaq PC, the
house, the cats, the laptop, the flatware, the air bed,
the TV, the radio, the DVD player, the VCR, the ercorder
collection, the Mazda 626 sedan, my IRA, the tools, the
furniture, the piano, and about everything else I can't
pack in my car....and frankly I don't care that much.
The situation: It sucks!
The continal use of opiods and valium
for 5 years and malnutrition from her gastric bypass has
damaged my wife's brain and body. Her body needs emergency
intervention every six months just to stay alive. She will
be dead within 10 years and there is not a damn thing I
can do about it. That sucks! If I remarry her I will be
dead from suicide within 10 years and dead-ass broke. I'm
saving money on my meager earnings now, but I would be bankrupt
even if I was earning $500,000 a year! She is still addicted
to opiod meds and they are destroying her. Watching someone
you love destroying themselves is a horrible thing and knowing
you can't do a thing about it is even worse. It sucks!
I have landed on my feet, finally,
and its a matter of hard work and time before I get my career
back. It will probably be a years long battle, but I can
do it. But for taking years to win it back, that sucks!
My son is working on getting his GED and might go to college
one day, if King George doesn't restart the draft, which
will guarantee that my son will be sent to Iraq for terrorist
target practice. That sucks! So, for the foreseeable future,
all three of us will be flat broke no matter what we do.
It sucks. Only my son has a chance of getting laid (has
a live-in girlfriend) since I'm flat-broke and I have some
grey hair (thanks to him) and my wife is a drug addict.
That sucks.
And someone else will have a more
sick and twisted life that sucks! That sucks for me! Everything
sucks!
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From: Corey
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Subject: my life
sux
Stile, where do I begin? How about
my birth? I was born in the no-name, 4 mile wide expanse
of nothing called South Hill, Virginia, it's so small that
I still hold the record for the longest baby ever born there...
2 feet long. I should also hold the record for most shit
ever eaten in the birth process. When I came out, my mom
had pushed so hard it left me a nice pile of steaming shit
there for me to eat... I was on a respirator for 2 days.
When I was three years old, my dad was convicted of molesting
a 3 year old girl, and raping a dog and videotaping it.
He got out when I turned 18.
My grandad is a nympho who always tells me to reach for
my brains and tries to grab my nuts when he sees me. He
has smoked since he was 13 years old, and at thanksgiving
last year was laughing so hard, he hacked up a big glob
of respiratory goo that landed square on our plate of turkey.
We ate cranberry sauce for thanksgiving. Oh yeah, he has
a date with the surgeon next year to get his throat cut
out so he has to have one of those weird ass robot talking
things.
In the 7nth grade I fell out of a tree and a branch caught
my nuts and split them right open, and one of my balls was
hanging from a tube...looked like a bloody prune. It still
works though, in case you're wondering.
When I was 10, my younger brother (6) ran into a swinging
baseball bat in my front yard and got hit in the temple
- dead.
When I turned 19, my mom started turning weirder and weirder,
and finally disowned me and my older brother because "god
said I don't need to be a mother anymore," so we're
pretty much all on our own.
At this point in my life I had two things left, jack russell
terriers who I loved very much... Hyper little bitches,
but they were my companions. They liked to hold on to each
other's collar and run around dragging the other... apparently
they liked doing that in the street too, because about two
months ago they both got hit by the same car... the bastard
who did it just dragged them to the side of the road too,
and just left them to rot there.
Oh yeah, I don't have health insurance, and all of my grandparents
have had cancer in their life time... Things are looking
bright for me.
What else? Hmmm, I'm unemployed, I live with my brother
who shits on his girlfriend... Wanna know how I know? I
found a human dump on my poor excuse for a bed, and there
are no animals that live there... Also, orgasmic moans and
farting don't usually go together.
The worst thing that ever happened to me was discovering
your site... freshman year in highschool. I promptly developed
a love for mutilating and beating dead animals, which includes
but is not limited to blowing them up, hitting with baseball
bats/axes/mauls, driving stakes up their ass, and dragging
their dead limp bodies down the road. I also like stepping
on their gas-filled guts to take a wiff of their death-smelling
farts.
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From: Doe
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Subject: my life
sux
hey stile,
my life is shit. really shit.
i will begin with my body. im 18, and i am already going
bald from premature baldness. my glasses are almost a centermetre
thick, due to crippling short sightedness and one of my
ears was badly burn as a child and had to be removed. two
of my front teeth were knocked out in a fight, and i dont
have the money to get false teeth. i have severe acne, which
i am unable to treat. i weight over 350 pounds and am only
5 foot 6 and i have cronic back pain. and worst of all my
penis is less than 2 inches long, without erection, and
i am unable to even get a boner due to a blood clot, which
i cant afford to remove. but wait there is more...
i suffer from severe depression, anxiety and paranoia, however
for legal reasons i am unable to get a pension. i have not
left my house in over 18 months. all i do is sleep, eat
and surf the net for pictures of dead people. i have given
up on life yet am to cowardly to kill myself. as a child
i was adopted into a foster family. however, i was seriously
abused by my father and had to be removed. i spent the rest
on my years in orphanages until i turned 18, 10 months ago.
i am living, if one could call it that, on government assistance.
i have no friends, except for the painkillers i occasionally
steal from supermarkets.
this is all i can think of right now, as the 8 or 9 painkillers
i swollowed are beginning to take effect. if u would like
to hear more of my shitty life, email me.
btw, i want u to know that your site has brought many months
of joy to me. although i cannot masterbate, due to my erection
problem, i like to view your porn and think, not about being
with a woman, but i think of what it would feel like to
masterbate.
thankyou in advance for the time i hope you will take in
reading this email.
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From: Wes
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Subject: my life
sux
Dear Stile;
Here is my entry for the "my
life sux" contest:
I have no friends: none at all.
And I don't really talk all that much with my family, either,
mainly because they were mean to me when I was growing up
and I don't like them. Often people do not believe me when
I tell them I have no friends -- not that I tell people
all that often. I told a psychologist once and he was incredulous.
Could anything be worse than not having any friends? Oh,
yes.
Try this: I'm a 29 year-old guy
and I have not had sex in over 10 years. I'm a graduate
student, somewhat above average in looks (probably 7 on
a scale of 10), and I got a 1460 on the GRE. Yet I have
such an absolute lack of social skills that I cannot seem
to interact effectively anyone, let alone people of the
opposite sex. It was easy for me to ignore my isolation
and loneliness and social problems when I was younger because
I told myself that everything would resolve when I "grew
up" but when you wake up one day and find, as I have,
that you are almost 30 years old and have not had sex, or
a meaningful relationship, with a girl in over 10 years,
despite some positive qualities that may characterize you
as a person, you realize just how fucked up and abnormal
you really are.
Sincerely,
Wes.
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From: Sharise
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Subject: my life
sux
hi stile. im 18, and haven't left
my house in around three years. my days are filled with
watching TV and surfing the net. i used to be a cheerleader
and grade A student in high school, until god took a shit
on my life. i was walking home from the library at night
when someone came up from behind me and hit me on the head
with something. they think it was a baseball bat. i dont
remember anything else after that, and i woke up in the
hospital a month later after being in a coma.
the doctors told me someone found
me the next morning and my head was pretty much cracked
in half. they were amazed that i was still alive. but that's
not the worst part... whoever did that to me raped me for
hours and hours after knocking me out. they said they had
to stich up my vagina and asshole with over 100 stiches.
to make things worse the rapist put out cigaretts inside
my vagina and after raping me put rocks up me then ... just
kicked my body all over. i was found naked and half dead,
and half my teeth were cracked or missing.
i found out a few months later that
i contracted AIDS from the bastard who did this to me. i
also now have advanced HIV and am dying. i think the saddest
thing was that i was a virgin and this person ruined my
body and my life. i'm paralyzed on half on my body and in
a wheelchair from the brain hemmorage. every day i ask god
why he let this happen to me. i want to die.
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