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Many people have many different definitions of true love. Some believe that true love is a gradual thing, while others feel that true love is accomplished at first gaze. Both of these opinions could be correct, but wrong at the same time. I believe that true love is a mystery, and when you meet “The one”, you’ll know. Imagine you’ve gone most of your life without a true love, you may be desperate for “love”, and others can use you. Love is a curse, but a gift, I believe. What do others believe?

Love is like a chainsaw; you have to control it carefully, or else it'll cut you into two.

Love is when you cry over someone's grave.

I'd have to agree with you for sure, as I've experienced being cut in two. Not by a chainsaw, but by love, lets just get that clear.

Poor Mtactical. 

*puts on glasses and takes out a notepad and pencil*

Please, tell me more. I am a psychiatrist.

If you're a psychiatrist, I need to see proof.

Lie down on this fancy, non-existent sofa and pour out your stories to me. 

OOC: FTR I'm not actually a psychiatrist.

Oh, a-alright doc, whatever you say. Well...

"It all started when I was just a school girl... Back in 86'.. I was only 16 when it happened..-Oh look someone replied to the post!"

"HEY! No changing the subject! Now continue or I'll call your parole officer!"

"God damnit... Okay, fine. It was back in 68' when I was just a schoolboy. I was just 17 when it happened... Professor Moll. Ester. was my substitute English teacher. He was amazing, talented and beautiful. As far as I knew, he was single and ready to mingle. My fifteenth birthday was coming up in march, 1975, so I knew I was too short for this ride."

Fucking time travellers...

"You mothertrucker!" *takes out a gun, holds it to Mtact's head gangsta style* "TELL ME THE MOTHERTRUCKING TRUTH!"

" But I am! ;-;"

"It was winter of 94', and I was ready to get some action, if you know what I mean, and then for some reason, my 29th brithday came up and I realized I shouldn't be in highschool anymore."

*pistol-whips Mtact* "Insubordinate and churlish. Tell me about this Chelsea girl."

Well, this is Freshman year, and I hadn't had a legitimate girlfriend yet. About halfway through the year, this girl moved into the school district about 20 minutes away from Sent and I, and she was sitting all alone at a lunch table. I sat down next to her, and we hung out for the next few days. The guys gave me shit for hanging out with her, and I just asked her if she wanted to go out. She said yes, and we walked in the halls like the gay couple we were. About a week after that, she begun to get annoying as hell. Following me around everywhere, I couldn't hang out with Sent because she was always around, you know. She broke up with me for some black guy, and pretty much blew me out of the water, thank god. Now I think she's still all about Sent.

"Hmm, yes, I see." *calms down and takes a seat* "Now, have you had any desire to kill and/or rape this girl?"

No. Because he knows very well that rape is evil, and every time you rape, Jesus Christ will take a shit on your grave. He'd just kill her, at most.

His ex. She was a trained assassin sent to murder the generals of the neo-Viet-Kong, but they all went into hiding and she came home to Wisconsin and killed Mtact 5 times. (He regenerates too!) Eventually they fell madly in love and had playful gunfights every day, but Mtact left her because she was "too clingy" and she hated minecraaft.

Fucking rat bastard. She hated Minecraft, so I hated her. Fair exchange, correct?

"Nah, Minecraft sucks these days."

"Of course. With the new 1.8 update, I fucking hate it. This is why I stick with 1.7.10."

"Anyway, how did you move on?"

He decided to make her jealous by going to the dance with a girl who had a hideous name. Seriously, she looks nice enough, but that name brings her down to 2/10.

*Mtact shows me a picture of her on his phone* "See, isn't she fabulous!?"

*Me* "Yeah! What was her name again?"

*Mtact* "Bridget Dumpsterfuck McCaughnahey III"

*Me* "Yyeaah, no...."

God damnit, man! I thought that this was to stay between us!

It was 1864. I was fighting in the great elevator war, ripping out a damn commie pink's eyes and pissing in the sockets, when I saw her. She was lying on the table, she had the curves of a goddess and the perfect skin. She was filled with just the right amount of warm Swiss cheese, bacon, and mushrooms... But she was soon eaten by another man... I'll never forget the day I lost out on true sandwich love...

*fills Sent with holes* "SHUT UP, TRUCKER, IT"S NOT YOUR SESSION!"

One time you were cut in fourths by a chainsaw. It hurt so badly that you started drawing with your eraser instead of your pencil. They were dark days for all of us.

Yeah, you remember those days, don't you Sent. The day that lifted my spirits is when Chelsea broke up with me. Thank god. By the way, is she still all over you?

She's not all over me any more, but she's gently implying, implying, implying... You know what I mean? I'm going to stick to my original game plan and just be a friends-only bro to keep her feelings intact, because she takes things pretty hard.

Be like,

"Chels. I like you, but I'm just going to say this now, no homo. I'm not into dudes, so back off."

But she's not a dude. For realz, I know because her ex kicked her in the crotch and she stabbed him to death like nothing happened.

Are you Scottish?

Pff, yeah! Can you name one person as sexy as me who isn't Scottish!?

Jessica Alba.

She's got herpes though.

*ahem* Name a dude who's at least as sexy as I am and not Scottish.

Sent. Me.

PFFFWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *rolls on the floor spurting coke out my nose*

When you snort coke, you kind of need to keep it in your nose, Sent.

I don't snort coke, I drink it. Out of a glass... With my nose...

*plastic sippy-cup

Edit:: Sorry for double-post.

Does said sippy cup have a lid?

Yeah, why?

Ah, no reason, just asking. *Menacingly wringing hands* No reason at all...

YOU! You returned, old doppleganger! I thought you had gone back to raping cats and burning children! Or was it the other way around?

Arguing with yourself again? To increase post count no doubt - insuring that your trophy is miles from getting taken by anyone else! How disgraceful.

Aha! So YOU'RE the one behind this slanderous account! It was all your doing in order to make me look like shit. Well played, but you cannot win this one!

Indiscriminately blaming others now? I have no idea what you're talking about.

http://chooseyourstory.com/Member/?Username=ISentinelPenguinsI

?See this? Stunningly handsome little fucker, I'll give him that, but he's an impostor and otherwise just a filthy bastard!

Maybe YOU'RE the imposter!

Yeah, just like you're an impostor of Chowhall?

No. No. No no no. No no no no no. No no no nonononononono- NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NONONONONONO! NO! NONO! NO! HELL NO! NO! NO! NONONO! FUCK NO! NO! FUCK SHIT GODDAMN HELL ASS NO!

OHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHH! GET NOSCOPED! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! SUCH LULZ! SO BURN!

 

I am going to noscope you, one of these days... 

*sobs* t-that damn onion salesman...

There is no love at first sight. You can't love someone just by looking at him or just knowing him. You need to spend time with someone to develop such feelings. But that's my guess on it, never felt it.

There is however, lust at first sight.

No arguing there.

Love is too difficult to understand. I just say "Fuck it, if someone wants me, come get me. Otherwise, I can't be fucked" XD 

Definition:

'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.

Statement:

This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, 'love' is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and strangely enough, not many meatbags would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose... against statistically long odds...”

   -Author: Hunter-Killer Assassin Droid #47.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hab3R_TRazg

A billion fiery locusts blotting out a dead black sun.

Makes me feel loved, End...

"Love is an arranged marriage, for the casual interaction between girls amd boys is impure!"  -Godlol:69

http://lmgtfy.com/?q=What+is+love...%3F

This link should answer all of your questions.

You're doing just fine on your own, and then you get ripped out of your comfort zone and slammed into the floor by a girl you just met.

^Essentially love at YOUR age. Over time, the definition will change, though for the better is up to the person you meet.

Baby don't hurt me... don't hurt me no more...

I was wondering how long it'd take before someone said that.

I WAS GONNA DO THAT!  *Burns Betaband alive*

@chris113022

Coins and I spooned last night.

BLBLBLBLB that's not true

Look at the anime thread.

Baby don't hurt me! Baby don't hurt me... no more!

...I did it first, but welcome back.

 

Goddammit! This is why I need to stop skimming these threads.