The Crimson Room (a.k.a Teenage Wasteland)

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   The antithesis to the Grey Room, the Spring Chickens Thread is open only to members 25 and under. When a member turns 26, he or she can no longer post in the thread, but who cares, you're essentially dead anyway. Posting here is just one of many symbols of your fading existence. As the GR attempted to answer questions plaguing the nearly dead, so shall we focus on the issues of youth. Can life get any better? How great is it that our joints don't hurt?  How funny is it when old people try to use computers? Prostate exam, what's that? What day do you wanna have a party, cause I'm always free. How are your parents wrecking your life? What am I going to eat? Oh yeah, whatever I want cause I don't have to worry about cholesterol.  

I laugh now, but it's gonna suck when I wake up tomorrow and someone's blocked my IP address.

Edit: The SCT has been renamed the Crimson Room. Leave whimsy at the door as we explore the crippling pain of our brief existences. Drape a dark cloth over the windows and pour out your soul into bad poetry as you consantly resist the urge to end it all. Remember, when cutting wrists, go down the river, not across the bridge.

Edited by 1800iareyay - July 26 2007 at 10:57

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1800iareyay Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: November 18 2006 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 2492	Posted: July 25 2007 at 21:48
	The antithesis to the Grey Room, the Spring Chickens Thread is open only to members 25 and under. When a member turns 26, he or she can no longer post in the thread, but who cares, you're essentially dead anyway. Posting here is just one of many symbols of your fading existence. As the GR attempted to answer questions plaguing the nearly dead, so shall we focus on the issues of youth. Can life get any better? How great is it that our joints don't hurt? How funny is it when old people try to use computers? Prostate exam, what's that? What day do you wanna have a party, cause I'm always free. How are your parents wrecking your life? What am I going to eat? Oh yeah, whatever I want cause I don't have to worry about cholesterol. I laugh now, but it's gonna suck when I wake up tomorrow and someone's blocked my IP address. Edit: The SCT has been renamed the Crimson Room. Leave whimsy at the door as we explore the crippling pain of our brief existences. Drape a dark cloth over the windows and pour out your soul into bad poetry as you consantly resist the urge to end it all. Remember, when cutting wrists, go down the river, not across the bridge. Edited by 1800iareyay - July 26 2007 at 10:57