****tard Posted:

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page ad in the paper to present this.

By Jim Willis, 2001

How Could You?

goddamn you, now i have to cry some manly tears.

This is an entry for another.

Log in to see images! Oh god, it’s the saddest smiley ever.

I myself don’t understand why Crotch Zombie would want to promote domestic abuse? I guess there is a wife beater in all of us.

The responses people give always vary greatly with this comic. Maybe OP might think it’s sad.

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*edit* hrmm, it looks like it came out tiny. I suppose that’s automatic. Here’s a proper link http://i40.tinypic.com/fwh9h4.jpg

CrinkzPipe Posted:

Red Sovine songs.

imo one of the worst atrocities committed to vinyl ever. maybe I’m cynical though

Dark7Hero Posted:

Here it is

Gotta give it a try even thought im not good with emotions Log in to see images!

someone posted that already if i’m not mistaken

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother’s watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, “this kid is driving me CRAZY!”

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son’s house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, “You’d better come see me because I’m very old and sick.” So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always…

But she couldn’t finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my Mommy you’ll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

my baby you’ll be.

I dreamed I was dead, then I woke up.

You know what’s sad?

After taking an hour to restring my electric guitar with proper intonation and truss rod adjustments, my damned high E string breaks on the 2nd note I play and cut my ****ing thumb open.

THAT is ****ing sad AND ****ing agitating. Now I have to go back to House of Guitars and buy another ****ing set for $6.50.

this is lame. I have 90% of these pictures saved in a folder already. Typical /b/ baw thread.