SCIN - RRG good guy or raging ass nugget?
Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2002 2:34 am
Hi folks. I would like to take this opportunity to express my true feelings for SCIN aka Ray aka Prudence aka Wallnut. I don't like this person anymore and quite frankly i'm disgusted by his actions. You see i've learned some terrible things about this person. Yes the same person who everyone on here wants to eat his cum, suck his unusually small penis, tell him "Hi" at the crags, or "What a great job on the site Ray.". SCIN is a fucking idiot, here's why:
Two weeks ago I was trail running in the red. On one of my warmup sprints up to pistol ridge i saw ray and artsay trying to get some gear they backed off of on bitchmobile. well, i stopped and said what's up as i was getting their gear 7 feet off the ground and told ray to be more careful. he said "allright matt, good call! you always know what's best! I'd like to buy you some sushi tonite cause you're an allright guy. come on over about 8:30 for some whiskey and mountain dew." So i was like, "wow thats cool brutha" and kept on running.
well, it was about 8 hours later and i was just finishing running from pistol ridge to the motherlode and back when i decided to go home, take a shower, and head over to rays. i cleaned up, put my nice suit on that my mom bought me on my first day at college, combed my hair for the first time in two years, and put on socks. It was 7 pm, but i decided to head over early and just take a walk around their neigborhood and scope things out. mainly i just wanted to see SCIN flexing his muscles in front of the mirror. well, i got over there and parked a few streets over, walked over to the house and began sneaking around peeking through various windows. i came to the back, jumped the fence and peaked through the kitchen window. i saw artsay cookin' some indian food. i kept going around the side of the house and came to another window. a window that apparently looked down into the basement. they don't have a basement! i peeked through and saw some weird stuff. a hairdryer, some q tips, a bottle of 151, the teenage mutant ninja turtles lifesize dolls (including the rat), and 100's of 10x14 portraits of someone (i couldn't tell who because of the glare from the black lights spelling out "BITCHIN'" across the ceiling). that stuff was kinda weird, but i thought to myself "this is ray" and was about to leave when i saw something small and orange on the floor over by a mouseketeer hat. it was a tape-recorder/player with the red light on. i stuck my ear against the wall and i could hear it playing something. i strained and could make out a voice, it sounded very strange, but familiar and i couldn't shake the feeling of knowing who it was. well, needless to say i was intrigued. i pushed the window open (it was one of the small sliding glass windows you know) and crawled in head-first and fell to the floor. i didn't make much of a noise, but instantly i heard the tape playing "I...want...your...rock...hard...bicep...bit...ch!" it was me, and it was on repeat playing that phrase over and over! i knew ray was a weirdo, but this was just downright strange! i was kinda freaked and was crawling out the window since the clock was approaching 8, but i heard this squeeky noise over in the corner. it was a dark, dank corner. i could barely see anything, but then it appeared...a person. they looked black except for the eyes glowing in the black light. the eyes were looking directly at me. they had been the whole time apparently. i was shittin my pants at this point, but then a voice came out from the eyes, "sit down and watch you little love muffin". it was scin! i calmed down for a little bit knowing it was scin and started to say,"what the fuck are you doi-". i stopped. i saw ray stand up, he had "Buddha is pot." written across his chest in some kinda war paint that glowed green in the light. he was kinda moving back and forth frantically in the abdomen region. then i saw everything at once...he was trying to hump the hell out of rafael (one of the lifesize, plastic turtle dolls discussed earlier) with a picture of bob denver from gilligan's island taped to the head. i got the fuck outta dodge and threw a crowbar at him, ran up the stairs, said bye to artsay, and drove home.
i haven't talked to scin since, but i know i hate him and that he's a disgusting little bitch. hope i save you people from a similar experience.
Two weeks ago I was trail running in the red. On one of my warmup sprints up to pistol ridge i saw ray and artsay trying to get some gear they backed off of on bitchmobile. well, i stopped and said what's up as i was getting their gear 7 feet off the ground and told ray to be more careful. he said "allright matt, good call! you always know what's best! I'd like to buy you some sushi tonite cause you're an allright guy. come on over about 8:30 for some whiskey and mountain dew." So i was like, "wow thats cool brutha" and kept on running.
well, it was about 8 hours later and i was just finishing running from pistol ridge to the motherlode and back when i decided to go home, take a shower, and head over to rays. i cleaned up, put my nice suit on that my mom bought me on my first day at college, combed my hair for the first time in two years, and put on socks. It was 7 pm, but i decided to head over early and just take a walk around their neigborhood and scope things out. mainly i just wanted to see SCIN flexing his muscles in front of the mirror. well, i got over there and parked a few streets over, walked over to the house and began sneaking around peeking through various windows. i came to the back, jumped the fence and peaked through the kitchen window. i saw artsay cookin' some indian food. i kept going around the side of the house and came to another window. a window that apparently looked down into the basement. they don't have a basement! i peeked through and saw some weird stuff. a hairdryer, some q tips, a bottle of 151, the teenage mutant ninja turtles lifesize dolls (including the rat), and 100's of 10x14 portraits of someone (i couldn't tell who because of the glare from the black lights spelling out "BITCHIN'" across the ceiling). that stuff was kinda weird, but i thought to myself "this is ray" and was about to leave when i saw something small and orange on the floor over by a mouseketeer hat. it was a tape-recorder/player with the red light on. i stuck my ear against the wall and i could hear it playing something. i strained and could make out a voice, it sounded very strange, but familiar and i couldn't shake the feeling of knowing who it was. well, needless to say i was intrigued. i pushed the window open (it was one of the small sliding glass windows you know) and crawled in head-first and fell to the floor. i didn't make much of a noise, but instantly i heard the tape playing "I...want...your...rock...hard...bicep...bit...ch!" it was me, and it was on repeat playing that phrase over and over! i knew ray was a weirdo, but this was just downright strange! i was kinda freaked and was crawling out the window since the clock was approaching 8, but i heard this squeeky noise over in the corner. it was a dark, dank corner. i could barely see anything, but then it appeared...a person. they looked black except for the eyes glowing in the black light. the eyes were looking directly at me. they had been the whole time apparently. i was shittin my pants at this point, but then a voice came out from the eyes, "sit down and watch you little love muffin". it was scin! i calmed down for a little bit knowing it was scin and started to say,"what the fuck are you doi-". i stopped. i saw ray stand up, he had "Buddha is pot." written across his chest in some kinda war paint that glowed green in the light. he was kinda moving back and forth frantically in the abdomen region. then i saw everything at once...he was trying to hump the hell out of rafael (one of the lifesize, plastic turtle dolls discussed earlier) with a picture of bob denver from gilligan's island taped to the head. i got the fuck outta dodge and threw a crowbar at him, ran up the stairs, said bye to artsay, and drove home.
i haven't talked to scin since, but i know i hate him and that he's a disgusting little bitch. hope i save you people from a similar experience.
