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5 teens poured urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge http://www.wtam.com/articles/wtam-local-news-122520/charges-filed-in-awful-ice-bucket-12862586/ I read that the teens poured urine, tobacco spit and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge and all I could think is "How badly did they misinterpret the ice bucket challenge"
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"Yo Jay, Steve, Nick, Eli, want to do the ice bucket challenge?" "Yeah sure what is that?" "Well, I'm not entirely sure, but I think we have to pour urine, tobacco spit and water on a teen with autism"
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Oct 15, 2014 10:54
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Hat Thoughts posted:5 teens poured urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge  the links below. Chubby asian in udnerpants and NSFW views of what appears to be two people having sex.
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Oct 15, 2014 10:54
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good.
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Oct 15, 2014 10:54
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Seth Rogen Ice Bucket Challenge Viral Video - Watch as Seth Rogen pours urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism
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Oct 15, 2014 10:54
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 thats how its done, by pouring urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism
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Oct 15, 2014 10:56
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 Seriously wtf kind of lovely news site do you use?
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Oct 15, 2014 10:57
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I got the link from reddit Al, the website full of popular links
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Oct 15, 2014 11:00
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Fagmaster posted:
My High School film class teacher has sent me to the principals office for my Ice Bucket video,  guess she just doesn't understand the Ice Bucket Challenge (that's where you pour urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism)
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Oct 15, 2014 11:01
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Al Borland posted:
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Oct 15, 2014 11:05
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It says mobile suit gundam online, so I assume it's mobile suit gundam online.
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Oct 15, 2014 11:07
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I can't read, so thanks for clarifying. 'preciate it
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Oct 15, 2014 11:09
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god be with yuou
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Oct 15, 2014 11:13
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Al Borland posted:
sieg zeon
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Oct 15, 2014 11:13
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put my dick in my arsehoel
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Oct 15, 2014 11:13
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i want to be that beg
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Oct 15, 2014 11:14
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stay away from ice bucket challenges if you have autism i guess. second time this happened, only with less poop.
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Oct 15, 2014 11:14
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gently caress i guess i did mine wrong weeks ago i used water not pouring urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism
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Oct 15, 2014 11:16
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yeah just relaxing, spitting and pissing into a bucket in preperation for the weekend
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Oct 15, 2014 11:18
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might charge up soon dont know yet
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Oct 15, 2014 11:18
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Al Borland posted:
something is amiss here
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Oct 15, 2014 11:20
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Al Borland posted:
why are you playing games in chinaman language? there are plenty of fine games in God's language
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Oct 15, 2014 11:25
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Professor Shark posted:gently caress i guess i did mine wrong weeks ago i used water not pouring urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism Yeah see that's where you went wrong, you see if you want to do the ice bucket challenge you're supposed to pour urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism.
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Oct 15, 2014 11:28
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tobacco chewers are the lowest form of life exhibit a:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLRE6c6ntrg
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Oct 15, 2014 11:38
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Shasta Orange Soda posted:why are you playing games in chinaman language? there are plenty of fine games in God's language How many of them are gundams though? And how many are online? This is important because gundams own and crushing noobs and drinking their tears owns.
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Oct 15, 2014 11:58
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Pudding Huxtable posted:I think the real news here is what the gently caress are you playing and how can I get in on this giant robot action? http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3598339 There you go. Shasta Orange Soda posted:why are you playing games in chinaman language? there are plenty of fine games in God's language Cause I gut em and harvest their genitals and organs for cure-alls and sex prowess. Jose Mengelez posted:sieg zeon Long may we reign. pussy riot police posted:How many of them are gundams though? And how many are online? This is important because gundams own and crushing noobs and drinking their tears owns.  51vs51 zeon vs federation.
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Oct 15, 2014 12:09
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The pissbucket challenge
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Oct 15, 2014 19:52
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Do they have Mobile Suit Gundam Online in english? I don't do foreign language this is america speak american
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Oct 15, 2014 21:16
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It’s getting dark. I don’t know where I’m walking. I’ve forgotten about going home. I stop at a schoolyard. I’m standing at the fence, looking in, wheezing. I can’t breathe. Walking tired me. I need a rest. Because it’s almost dark, I feel safe here. I won’t be noticed. There are some children playing handball in the schoolyard. I hate their shrieks. They disgust me. They’re too unruly. If I had more courage, I’d go and cut off their heads with my pocket knife. But I’m a coward, and I wouldn’t be able to catch them because I’m too slow and fat. They’d laugh at me and spit at me. I’d deserve it, but I still want to kill them. When I was young, they used to hold me down and spit snot into my mouth. Then I’d throw it up, and they’d force me to eat my vomit before they let me go. When I got home I’d throw up in the bathroom without being told to, so I could prove to myself that I could take my punishment, and not cause more trouble. But I still hated them, because they punished me without thinking, just to please themselves. That’s not how it should be. It should be done with a sense of duty. I f you enjoy your duty, it’s alright, because it’s your place. Mr. Smother is good, because he puts me in my place, and he knows his place. There’s a wino asleep in the corner of the schoolyard. The children don’t seem to notice him. He’s a pile of rags and meat. His mouth is open, a hole in the pole. His mouth looks like it’s demanding to be stuffed, of its own will, without him knowing. Now one of the boys notices the wino. I knew this would happen. That’s why I’ve stayed here watching. He gets the other kids’ attention. They crowd around the wino. They’re scared at first. They move up close, then jump back again. Now they’re not scared anymore. A few of them are spitting on the wino. He doesn’t budge. The first little boy is encouraged. He throws the handball hard at the wino’s head. There’s a sharp crack. The ball bounces off high into the air. The wino doesn’t move. He’s having sickening dreams. Now the first boy takes out his penis and pisses on the wino’s head. Everybody laughs. The wino’s head is steaming from the hot piss. The little boy takes a can of lighter fluid from his pocket and squirts it on the wino. Everybody flicks matches. He’s a pile of meat covered in short blue flames. He doesn’t notice anything. The flames haven’t burnt through his clothes to his skin yet. The children panic. They’re screaming hysterically. They’re scared they’ll get caught and their parents will punish them. The first little boy tries to piss on the wino, to put out the fire, but he can’t piss anymore, so he runs away. When he’s gone, I go into the schoolyard and piss on the wino. No one can see me. It’s dark now, and most of the street lights are broken out. I get down on my knees and look at him. He’s a filthy dog, worse than me. He smells. I like his smell, because it’s sweet, like mine. He’s mumbling incoherently. His words are part of his sickening dream. The only words I can make out are, “Please” and “Thank you.” I’ll stand up and kick him in the balls. I want to see if he’ll react. He moves a little, but doesn’t seem to feel any pain. I feel warm in my crotch. I look at his face. It’s thick with old acne scars, smeared with filth. His teeth have rotted out of his mouth. His left eye is coated with a thin yellow skin, the pupil visible underneath. But the main thing I notice makes me shake, I feel so good: if his disfigurements were cured or erased he’s look exactly like Mr. Smother. I’m in a dream. I love him. I feel sick. I’m spinning. I realize I’ve thrown up. It landed beside his head. I bend down and lick away anything that splashed in his face. I feel better. I try to put myself into his mind. I want to smell his dreams. I have to be obedient. He deserves obedience. I grab hold of his arm and pull him up. His arm is strong under his overcoat. I feel happy. I slap him in the face, trying to wake him up. I don’t want him to miss anything. He looks at me indifferently, then goes back to his dreams. But he seems conscious enough to walk. As I lead him away, I whisper into his war that I’m sorry for bothering him, that I’ll make him feel good again. We stop to rest at the fence. He leans against it, half-conscious. I stick my tongue in his ear, carefully cleaning out all the stale wax that’s accumulated in there for months. He doesn’t seem to feel me doing this, but I don’t care. I swirl it around in my mouth until it becomes liquid, spit it back into his ear, then suck it out again, taking it through the cracks between my teeth. When I’m done with both ears, I swallow everything. I don’t feel sick at all. I like it. I’m thinking about Mr. Smother. It would please him to know I’m doing this. I deserve to be hated by him. It feels good. I lead him down the street, pretending we’re two drunks helping each other walk. I bury my head in his shoulder as we go, hiding my face. Its dark no one can recognize me. All they’ll be able to say is that they saw him walking with a fat man. We come to an abandoned building. I lead him across the vacant lot in front of the building. Its pitch black here. My smell seems stronger. His smell is mixing with mine. I like the new smell. It’s suffocating. I lay him down against the wall. He says “Thank you,” looking up at me. He repulses me. I kick out the plywood that’s nailed over the window I want to go in. It’s black inside. I can’t see anything. I light a match and hold it inside the window. The room is piled with debris, old furniture, rotting garbage. In the center of the room there’s a wide hole, where the floor has caved in. If we fall in the hole, we’ll break out arms and legs, and be eaten by rats. As they rip at me, they’ll ejaculate, and so will I. If we keep to the sides of the room, moving along the walls, we won’t tall in. There are some stairs across the room, in the far corner. I want to take him there. It will be private. I climb through the window into the building. I cut my arm on an old nail. It doesn’t hurt. I can smell my blood. It’s sweeter, more refined, than the smell of my body I pull him in after me. I have the feeling he’s helping me, because it’s so east. I feel light. I hold a match up to his face. He’s smiling. It makes me sick. He’s crazed. I don’t know what to expect. His open mouth is like the hole in the floor, and the rats live down in his stomach. I sway. I almost fall into his mouth. He grunts. I smell it against my face. It’s the word, “Please.” We work out way along the wall. We finally get to the stairs. By this time, he’s conscious enough to move on his own. He walks up the stairs in front of me. He moves slowly, but he’s sure of himself, as if he’s been here before. By the matchlight he looks like a drugged giant. I’m glad to be following him. I’m being pulled up the stairs by his smell. He’s controlling me. The room is empty except for a couch, and some candles in the center of the floor. Someone must have stayed here before they boarded up the building. I light the candles, then I sit down on the couch. He sits down next to me. I’m covered in his shadow. We don’t talk. He seems to be waiting for something. He looks at me like food. He disgusts me. His smell is strangling me. I realize he’s waiting for me to give him some alcohol. I have to do something quickly or he’ll get suspicious. He could kill me, in order to punish me. I admire him for that. He can do anything he wants. He shouts at me. I don’t understand what he’s saying. His voice is a roar. It stinks. It’s echoing through the room. I’m choking. I take out my pocket knife and hold it open in my lap. I’m in a daze. I’ve always been here with him, it’ll never end. He’s standing up. He’s ready to run out, down the stairs. He’ll fall in the hole. I stab him in the throat. He falls down immediately, jerking around the floor like a fish, the blood pumping out of his neck. It’s putrid, I’m gagging. He rolls over onto the candles I lit, then stops moving. The room has gone dark. I feel around on the floor, reach under him, and pull out a candle. I light it and hold it in front of his face. He looks exactly like Mr. Smother. I feel happy. I start to cry. I touch his cruel eyes. I stick my fingers in his mouth. It’s wonderful: his cool strong tongue, the tongue that shaped the words that made me obey. He’s perfect. I feel myself getting a hard on. It’s warm, not like before. My penis is huge, hard, full of blood. I take off his overcoat and shirt and throw then to the side. I undo my pants, letting them fall around my ankles, then I kneel beside him. His chest and stomach are hard and strong, exactly like Mr. Smother. As I kneel beside him, my erection hovers over his body. I squeeze it into my fist as I cut into his abdomen. I was made for this. I’m happy. As I’m cutting his skin and muscle away, the smell of his intestines rolls up into my face. It’s stale and sharp like wine vomit. The smell makes me drunk. I know I’m going to come this time, because I deserve to come. I’m falling face first into his soft intestines. My mouth is open. I’m sucking his guts into my mouth. I’m eating myself. I’m pretending that Mr. Smother is standing behind me watching me, making sure I eat everything. I’m eating sewage. My stomach is filling up with slime. I can feel myself getting fatter and uglier. I’m worse then I’ve ever been. My smell is dissolving me. I’m burying my head deeper in his guts. I’m losing the ability to distinguish between his guts and my smell. I’m coming into my hand, throwing up into his guts, eating it, throwing up into his guts, eating it again. I’m drowning in my own sperm while I drown in his guts. After I eat his guts, I eat his heart. Then I cut out his tongue and I eat that. I’m licking up my sperm. It’s still hot. It tastes like his guts. I wipe the blood off my face and work my way down the stairs out of the building.
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amityville anus posted:Do they have Mobile Suit Gundam Online in english? I don't do foreign language this is america speak american No but there's a good guide in the mmo hmo. I did lots of work translating it when it first came out. It was an awesome game.
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Oct 15, 2014 21:22
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95 teens out of a hundred do the ice bucket challenge with plain tap water. Post itt if you're one of the 5 teens who poured urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge
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Oct 15, 2014 21:26
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Hat Thoughts posted:5 teens poured urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge I'd say they improved the Ice Bucket Challenge. They also did a horrible thing to that poor teen. Think about it.
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Oct 16, 2014 00:13
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I'm the teen with autism in the OP 
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Oct 16, 2014 00:14
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I appreciate the realistic news website veneer with the softcore porn linked throughout
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Oct 16, 2014 00:16
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im a girl btw posted:I'm the teen with autism in the OP same
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Oct 16, 2014 00:18
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5 teens poured urine, tobacco spit, and water on a teen with autism during ice bucket challenge __/ 
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Oct 16, 2014 00:21
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this is like a month old you autist
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Oct 16, 2014 00:28
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ArtIsResistance posted:this is like a month old you autist -Posted Tuesday October 14 2015 Looks like this guy doesn't have 4 friends to hang out with and do the ice bucket challenge where you pour urine, tobacco spit and water on a teen with autism.
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Oct 16, 2014 00:29
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Are we sure he didn't deserve it
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Hat Thoughts posted:-Posted Tuesday October 14 2015 http://www.portagedailygraphic.com/2014/09/09/suspects-ided-in-ice-bucket-attack-on-autistic-teen autist
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