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The Troubled Teen Industry / Re: My Forbidden Diary
« on: December 03, 2008, 11:21:34 PM »
Day 3:

Little Fat Fucker woke me up early this morning. The sun wasn't even up yet and the jerk was screaming at me to get the hell out of my bedroll. He kept hollering at me until I managed to get dressed and pack up my roll. This wasn't fast enough for him and he dumped all my gear and clothes onto the ground. To piss me off even more he kicked my stuff all over the place.

Instead of packing it up in under 3 minutes or less I sat down on one of the rocks and told Little Fat Fucker to go fuck himself. He started screaming and yelling some more. Oh god.. i wanted to kick him in the face so damn much. I almost did but out of the corner of my eye I could see Rancid Cocksucker sort of hovering in the background. Rather than pack up my gear I just sat there on that rock and ignored all the yelling and screaming.

It wasn't to long before Little Fat fucker grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the rock. he started screaming that no damn kid was going to sit on one of his rocks and refuse. I sat down on my sleeping bag instead. Rancid Cocksucker ran over and pulled it out from under me. With these to people hovering over me it didn't take a lot for me to figure out they were trying to get me angry.

It worked to.

I tried to punch Rancid Cocksucker in the face when he jumped at me to scream in my face. he jumped back in time and fell right on this fat ass. Little Fat Fucker jumped on me from behind and crushed me onto the ground. I was scared, panicking, and again I was choking. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't speak to beg Little Fat Fucker to get off of me.

i don't know how long i was on the ground with my face pinned in the dirt and rocks. But Little Fat Fucker took some of his weight off of me and I managed to get in a few breathes of air. Just enough to plead with them to get them off me. Little fat fucker started screaming at me that anyone who could beg could breathe and smashed his weight back down on me.

This went on for quite a while. Everytime he'd ease up on me I'd try to do what he told me, but either I couldn't do it fast enough or something else went wrong and he would slam me back down onto the group. By this time Rancid Cocksucker was helping him throw me on the ground harder and harder. After awhile I just stopped moving and they got off of me.

Rancid Cocksucker told me that I had better fucking stay on the ground or i was going to get slammed even harder. I didn't move and I just laid there with the sun coming up. It was pretty cold, but I managed to stay still. My fear and panic seemed to make everything move ten times as fast around me. I looked around from the corners of my eyes as I began to look for ways out of this place. Last night I had thought about running, but without my shoes it seemed like a bad idea. Now it didn't matter because if I stayed here these two guys were going to kill me.

After about an hour Little Fat Fucker came out of the gear barn where he and Rancid Cocksucker had gone. He told me to get the fuck up and get my shit packed in 3 minutes or do it the fuck over again.

When I got up off the ground I tried my best to move. I was cold, in pain, and stiff from lying still on the ground. Even with my fear pushing me I still just couldn't move fast enough to collect up my supplies and get my roll put together fast enough. Little Fat Fucker again tore open my roll and threw everything all over the place. He looked at me and told me that i had just earned another day sitting in the circle to work on my attitude. He told me to get my shit together and get my ass back in the circle.

I moved as fast as I could and finally I managed to sit down and wait for whatever happened next.

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The Troubled Teen Industry / Re: My Forbidden Diary
« on: December 03, 2008, 01:56:36 AM »
Day 2

Little Fat Fucker dumped a glass of water on my face when i didn't wake up fast enough to suit him. The man truly is a repulsive piece of humanity. He is a farting, burping, sweating asshole who has a body odor that makes me sick to my stomach. Once I was up and on my feet little fat fucker gave me one of those small boxes of cereal, a banana, and a pint of milk for my breakfast. After eating he took me to another building where I was issued my trail gear.

When little fat fucker said gear I thought i was going to be getting a pack with some decent clothing. What I got instead was a second pair of clothes, a warm jacket, thermals, a spoon, tin cup, sleeping bag, and a ground cloth. My food came next and again my expectations were proven to be reaching far to high. Rather than actual dehydrated meals I was given lentils, oatmeal, and a few other odds and ends.  All of this was rolled up into the ground cloth and tied up with the seat belt strap.

Little fat fucker then introduced me to the owner of xxxxxxxxx. Mr. Rancid Cocksucker didn't strike me as a very social person, but he did manage to ask me what I expected out of my time in the wilderness. I don't think he liked it much when I told him I wanted nothing more than to shit in little fat fucker's mouth. About an hour later after they both got done shoving me around and screaming at me another staff member showed up.

My family therapist, Ms. Mary Jane Rottencrotch gave me the impression that she could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose. For all I know she probably could and did on a regular basis. Rottencrotch got in on the yelling and screaming as well for a bit before telling Little Fat Fucker and Rancid Cocksucker that she needed to get me out to my group.

Rancid Cock sucker objected and said that i was in need of an attitude readjustment. I wasn't to sure what this meant, but it didn't take me to long to figure out. Little fat fucker walked me out behind the equipment barn and pointed to a small ring of rocks. It was just large enough for me to sit inside of. He told me my job was to eat, shit, and sleep in that circle until my attitude got better.

My first thought was to run for it, but little fat fucker must have done this before because he forced me to give him my shoes. Not having a whole lot of choices i sat on my ass in the middle of that circle and spent the rest of the morning screaming obscenities at the building. It at least helped me pass my time. Around lunch time Big Fat fucker wobbled his fat ass out and told me to collect up some wood that was lying around on the ground not to far away from the cicle of rocks. After i did that he showed me how to build a fire so I could cook my lunch. Big fat fucker might have been a stinky fat asshole but he didn't seem like that bad of a guy.  

He even showed me how to cook a meal of lentils and rice in my large tin cup. It wasn't much, but he said it would stick to the inside of my ribs. He also suggested I save up some wood from my meals to make a fire to keep warm with at night. Like I said.. Big Fat Fucker might be a nasty slob but he didn't seem like that bad of a guy.

I can't say the same about Rancid Cocksucker and Little Fat Fucker though. I made it a point to tell them that later when they came outside and asked me if my attitude was doing any better.

Rancid Cocksucker just kind of laughed and told me he had nothing but time.

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The Troubled Teen Industry / My Forbidden Diary
« on: December 02, 2008, 07:54:52 AM »
Day 1

Today I was picked up after school by my stepmom and dad. I was a bit surprised, but they quickly explained that they were pulling me out of school for a few weeks to attend a special camp. While being a bit perplexed as to why my 3.5 gpa would require me to spend time in a special I found myself quickly reassured by what my stepmom described as the fun activities of canoing, rock climbing, and hiking. Ironic that before my dad married the bitch we did that sort of thing all the time.

I must have fell asleep at some point during the ride because as soon I opened my eyes I found two large looking fuckers staring at me through the window. I looked around and found my parents gone. The bigger of the two men pulled the door open and told me that I could either get out of the car on my own, or be pulled out. It didn't take me long to make up my mind and I jumped over the back seat of the mini-van and locked the door.

I think it took them about 30 minutes to pull me kicking, screaming, and fighting them out of the back of the mini-van and dump me face first into the gravel of what I soon discovered was xxxxxxxxxx's parking lot. While the two panting fuckers sat on me I got to watch dad and stepslut run from out of no where, jump in the mini-van, and flee.

If I could have I would have shot both of them the bird.

At that time I was confused, scared, and trying my best to breathe with the combined body weight of over five hundred pounds sitting on me. Once my parent's were out of sight Big Fat Fucker and Little Fat Fucker got off of me. I was told I could get up or be forced to move. I told them both to go fuck themselves and tried to run for it. Apparently Little Fat Fucker is quite quick despite his 200 plus pounds of jelly donut rolling fat ass. I got about ten feet before he got ahold of me and threw me on the ground and sat on me again.

Now I was scared, confused, and hurting all over. My elbows and hands were scraped up as well from the gravel.

Big Fat Fucker and Little Fat Fucker both grabbed me by the arms and forced me to stand with some sort of behind the back arm hold. I don't know what it is called but it hurt like hell. The forced me into a shitty little building where I was made to strip. After they looked for drugs and weapons in my asshole and between my balls they tossed me a bag of hiking clothes my parents had left for me and told me to go to sleep in the corner of the intake room on a ground pad with a blanket.

That was my first day in xxxxxxxxx.

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