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Good Lord, harder?!

God I read your first post and I didnt bother reading anything else on the thread.
Shut up! Stop complianing!
"Oh I'm Emo and I'ma kill myslef because I dropped a hot dog."
Smurf you!

The following it brought to you by my friend Screech. Long live Rock 'n Emo:

Turkey Sandwich Theatre Presents:
"Cheer Up Little Emo Kid or Go Ahead and Kill Yourself Already"
(Dad walks in front door and greets daughter)

Dad: Hi Mary, how was school today?

Mary: Hey Daddy! Oh it was neat, dad! I got picked for the cheerleading squad.

Dad: That’s great dear, now where’s your mother?

Mary: In the kitchen, fixing dinner...

(Dad strolls to the kitchen)

Mom: Why hello, George, you’re home early.

Dad: Yeah, We enjoyed our company picnic early this year with a barbeque and golf.

Mom: I bet you’ve worked up quite an appetite from all that golfing, huh?

Dad: I sure did. I’m starved. What’s for dinner?

Mom: Steak and eggs. Now go and fetch Jerry to come down and eat.

Dad: Oh my...

(Dad strolls out of kitchen whistling a cheerful tune)
(Going up the steps dad begins calling for Jerry)

Dad: Jerry. Son! Hey Gerald!

(An electronic roaring sound muffles dad’s attempt to retrieve Jerry; it grows louder the closer he gets to Jerry’s room)
(Dad gets to Jerry’s door and opens it the sound he heard before is that of some modern whiny Emo band on his stereo)

Dad: Son!

Jerry: Gosh, what dad!?

Dad: Turn down your..um..‘music’.

Jerry: Jeez, what’s wrong with my music?

Dad: First of all if you cut your wrists I’ll black your eyes and secondly well nothing, I don’t guess. Besides Dinner is on the table.

Jerry: I’m not hungry.

Dad: Jerry.

Jerry: Whatever dad, you’re such a Nazi!

(Jerry calmly turns over a chair. Dad exchanges a stern look with Jerry. Jerry apologizes and skittishly picks the chair up)

Jerry: S-s-sorry dad, it won’t happen again...

Dad: It’s fine, son.

Dad: Now wash up and come down stairs.

Jerry: Ok, whatever. (Under his breath) Stupid!

(Dad leaves for kitchen. Shortly after Jerry grabs a skateboarding catalog and follows, bypassing the bathroom)
(The entire family, except Jerry, is now in the kitchen at the table waiting for Jerry. He walks in.)

Mary: (giddily) Hi, Jerry!

Jerry: (droll) Hey, Mary.

Mom: Nice to see you again, Jerry.

Jerry: Yeah...

(Jerry picks up his knife and fork; everyone stares)

Jerry: What?

Dad: Would you like to say grace, Jerry?

Jerry: Huh?

Dad: Prayer, would you like to pray?

Jerry: Oh yeah, sure...

(Everyone bows their head. Except Mary peeks out of one eye.)

Jerry: Um...God is good; God is Great, so bless the food on our plates. Amen.

Dad: (clears throat) Amen.

Mom and Mary: Amen.

Jerry: I’ll be right back.

Mom: Yes you can be excused.

(Jerry gets up, walks to the knife drawer, and retrieves a butter knife. He goes back and sits down)

Dad: W-w-what are you doing, Jerry.

Jerry: What does it look like I’m doing? You frustrate me, all of you!

Dad: Give me that!

Jerry: Hey wait; I need that!

Mary:(Sarcastically) Is that a butter knife?

Dad: Now son, you cannot self-mutilate yourself, but I will get you a new sports car!

Jerry: But daaAAaad!! What do you mean I can't do whatever I want? I’m my own person!

Dad: Now son...

Jerry: Gosh, I hate you, Dad!!

Dad: Now why would you say a thing like that?

Jerry: Because you all hate me!

Mom: But what about that new seven hundred dollar stereo we got you?

Jerry: That’s just to cover up the fact that you HATE ME!!

Mom: No, we all love you, because you’re special.

Dad: So do you mean if he wasn’t special we’d still love him.

Jerry: SPECIAL!? Aggh!!! That's it; you've just gone too far!
(Jerry reaches behind him and removes a gun from his pants)


Jerry: Don't think I won't!
(He angrily puts the gun to his head)

Dad: No, son! We love you!

Jerry: Well, now you've gone and done it!
(Jerry cocks and clenches the gun tighter)

Dad: Wait!
(Dad quickly stands up)

Jerry: What!?
(He semi pulls the gun away from his head and makes a questioning gesture with his arms)

Dad:(with an anticipating look about his face) How about a new rap CD?

(With an ‘oh my gosh’ look on Jerry’s face; he shoots himself in the head, falls back into his chair, and the chair falls over and he goes to the floor)

Dad: SON!
(Being stood up, he looks over the table. Taking his eyes off Jerry lying on the kitchen floor, he picks up a skate catalog beside Jerry’s plate)

Dad: Maybe I should've said skateboard...hmm, oh well...

(Dad picks up Jerry’s plate, scrapes the eggs off and onto his own plate and sits down. Everyone resumes dinner as if nothing happens. They continue mundane conversation)

(The camera switches back to a view of the house as an announcer speaks)

PSA Speaker: Public Service Announcement 2005: Citizens of Rivendale, for your safety, ours, and the sake of America’s pride, please do not be Emo. The consequences are great and the whiny, suck-ass music is even worse. So whatever you do, prevent emo amongst teens.

Fine print guy: This ad has been paid for by: the Emo Prevention Parents’ Coalition of Rivendale.

(Fades to black, “American Kryptonite” begins and the end credits roll)

You didnt make that up just now did you?
If it was pre written, meh.
If you made it up just now, wow.
So, in conclusion mehw.

Zander wrote:

Quit your pitiful censorship fido. Just said god! It's so easy.

Back the reason I was going to post: Relient K  sucks. They are not emo.

cough? again?

Tenacious D is sooo emo.

G3 For Me, who is "Definetly NOT emo." wrote:

God I read your first post and I didnt bother reading anything else on the thread.
Shut up! Stop complianing!
"Oh I'm Emo and I'ma kill myslef because I dropped a hot dog."
Smurf you!

Methinks the lady dost protest too much.

germany

Burritos???

With extra cheese.

Hawthorne Heights. Good band, yo.

:goth:

die thread. die.