Jeff Hunter???

[SUP4L337]

I think Jeff Hunter should reveal some more about himself, since he owned our souls for so long, and stayed as this mysterious figure for so long.

I wanna know more about him. What does he do? Does he have a family? Where does he REALLY live?

What are his other plans. If he ever does anything else on the internet, I would like to know about it. Will we ever see him again?

[Dionysus]

Hey! he never owned my fucking soul dammit.

Don't assume we are all as pathetic as you :mad:


I highly doubt you will learn any more about Jeff anyway. I think he went to lengths to ensure he was anonymous.

[Tokerface]

I agree

[The Duke]

He's currently rotting in Guantanemo Bay.

[LegalizeSpiritualDiscovry]

He's currently rotting in Guantanemo Bay.

Finding Guantanemo Bay?

[The Duke]

Huh?

[-SpectraL]

The reason Jeff closed the site is because it had grossly deviated from its original mission statement due to extremely bad administrative policies. It had become full of kidiot spammers, and it just wasn't worth putting any more money into something which would only benefit a bunch of 10 year olds who just found out how to work a keyboard. Jeff's TTFN statement pretty well summed it all up quite succinctly, and anybody with even half a brain in their head agreed with his assessment.

[takedrugs_killpeople]

The reason Jeff closed the site is because it had grossly deviated from its original mission statement due to extremely bad administrative policies. It had become full of kidiot spammers, and it just wasn't worth putting any more money into something which would only benefit a bunch of 10 year olds who just found out how to work a keyboard. Jeff's TTFN statement pretty well summed it all up quite succinctly, and anybody with even half a brain in their head agreed with his assessment.

lawl

[-SpectraL]

You gotta be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
And when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently... down wind and out of sight...
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder
Harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows the bad blood slows... and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown
As you go down
All alone...
Dragged down by the stone...

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake
Gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending...
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun...
And you believe, at heart, everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

[-SpectraL]

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