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NooBesT wrote:

I listened it through and almost cried.

But only because I hate rap.

HIGHLIGHT HIS POST TO SEE LIES

Yeah, after listening to it a second time, I almost cried too but it just couldn't get me over the edge.

Hakei wrote:

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In response to the OP,

Sad rap that contains several variations of "nigger"? Gimme a break.

Nothing on the internet will ever make me cry. If there was, I would have seen it by now. Didn't even cry at a video of a kitten getting drowned

Hits a raw nerve if you had an absent father.

Last edited by wah1188 (2008-07-30 12:16:08)

whenever i watch that i cry.
RIP

That video came nowhere close to making me cry. Although there are a lot of other things that do, that didn't hit any buttons. I was watching the Disney version of Hercules yesterday though and was pretty close to tears at the end, though. There are a number of movies that really get me in the crying mood, but alas, I can't remember any of them now.

The occasion of this photograph was a Veterans Day Commemoration at Dallas City Hall on 11 November 2004. The veteran pictured is Houston James, a survivor of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941, and the Marine is Staff Sgt. Mark Graunke Jr., a member of an ordnance-disposal team who lost his left hand, one leg, and an eye while defusing a bomb in Iraq in July 2003.

http://www.i-mef.usmc.mil/div/5mar/3bn/heaven3.asp
3 of these guys were the last guys I smoked with in Iraq

Ty wrote:

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No-ho-hooo... LIDD'L BRUDDOR! That little guy... He's got the heart of a champion! You're gonna make it, Li'l Brudder! You just keep scrapin' along! Li'l Brudder... I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE! I-I'm thinking of getting into male modeling—o-or maybe high finance... I JUST DON'T KNOW!!

Man, this is sorta sad :S

Ok, found the story. Ugly the cat. Seriously i felt so bad after reading this. It also have a very good moral.



    Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

    The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

    Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"

    All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

    Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

    One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.


Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

    Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

    At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

    Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

    He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

Last edited by Roger Lesboules (2008-07-30 14:27:59)

To the OP: Sorry, I can't sympathize with black people or their got-darned "rap" music.

sexecuti0ner wrote:

In response to the OP,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUXfH1jF … re=related

How embarrassing for you.

Hakei wrote:

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i lol'd