My Bad Luck on an Island

I was once a castaway on some island after being lost at sea. Could you imagine sitting there, ticking off another lonely day because there’s no one there but me? Can you imagine that sort of loneliness, more than any single man could bear and thusly hoping to be rescued before falling into despair?

So I did what any sane man would do: I sent an SOS to the world and hoped that someone would get my message in a bottle.

The worst is when I walked out one morning. I couldn

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13 Comments

  1. Posted April 1, 2007 at 12:58 pm | Permalink

    Interesting…reminds me of the time I was on a sinking ship, but I never let on. I never let on that I was down.

    Wanna go for a ride?

  2. Posted April 1, 2007 at 3:16 pm | Permalink

    You can only blame yourself for what you can’t ignore, you know.

  3. Posted April 1, 2007 at 5:45 pm | Permalink

    I dunno, it’s like, despite all my rage, I’m still just this rat in a cage, you know?

  4. Posted April 1, 2007 at 10:13 pm | Permalink

    I had a weird day today…

    A gathering of angels appeared above my head
    They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
    They said come sail away, come sail away
    Come sail away with me

  5. Posted April 1, 2007 at 11:03 pm | Permalink

    Better day than mine…I stabbed it with my steely knives, but I just couldn’t kill the beast…

  6. Posted April 2, 2007 at 12:48 pm | Permalink

    Lat thing I remember… I was running for the door!

  7. Posted April 2, 2007 at 12:48 pm | Permalink

    Last :(

  8. Posted April 2, 2007 at 3:40 pm | Permalink

    You guys should try setting this stuff to music. Pretty catchy.

  9. Posted April 3, 2007 at 11:17 pm | Permalink

    My humps.

  10. Posted April 4, 2007 at 3:58 pm | Permalink

    Ok, now you steped over the line… You keep thos humps waaaay over there—>

  11. Posted April 4, 2007 at 3:59 pm | Permalink

    stepped.. DAMNIT! Phtt*

  12. Posted April 4, 2007 at 4:00 pm | Permalink

    those… DAMN IT!!! Phtt* Phtt*

  13. Posted April 4, 2007 at 4:15 pm | Permalink

    The following comment takes place between 5:14 and 5:15:

    Wow, B13 is a smooth operator like black velvet who writes the songs that make the whole world sing, raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia.

    I like the way his rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah.

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  1. By My Gaming Problem | Rey's A Point on July 26, 2008 at 12:40 pm

    [...] I’ve reached a point of extreme crisis and I really don’t know what to do or how to go about doing it. I come to this point, this pinnacle of pain, realizing that my own recourse is to ask Someone Outside of Myself. Therefore, here is my message in an electronic bottle: My S.O.S to the World. [...]

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