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�� It all started in a small, go nowhere village in rural, Southern Illinois.� It was here where I first caught wind that I might be a loser.
�� I tried to fight it through the years; I tried to deny it, but, the power is too great.� All my physicians apologized, "I'm sorry, we have no cure and no treatment."
�� That dismal diagnosis didn't stop me from trying.� I watched every John Wayne movie, every Clint Eastwood movie, every James Bond movie and I emulated these characters.� I remember the first time I used the phrase, "Go ahead punk, make my day." on the school bully.� I'll never forget that black eye and fat lip.� My very first scars from loseritis.
�� Therefore, as so many losers before me, I secluded myself.� I hid my disease from the world.� "You are a freak", I said to myself.� No one understands and no one cares to understand.� So, I was forced to come to terms with being a loser.� For a while I did come to terms with it, until, just a few nights ago, when something so aweful, so demeaning, so horrible, happened that I could no longer ignore my disease.� I WAS KICKED OUT OF A SEX CHAT ROOM!
�� It was then, that I decided to do something about it.� Hence, this webpage which I shall dedicate to all the losers of the world.� This shall be a gathering place where all losers may come and wallow in their self-pity.� It shall be more than that though.� Here we will try to find a cure.� Here we will strive to become good-looking, well-built, healthy, emotionally stable human beings just like everyone else.
�� Rock On fellow losers and may the force be with you.
�� Oh God.��
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Learn more about me and my miserable freakin existence.	If you have a good sob story or helpful tip I'll post it to the world.	Learn about other losers. Hell, some of these storie might make us feel better.

The first step in our search for a cure is to recognize the symptoms that make us a loser.� There are many and no one person may have the exact same symptoms, but, they are all equally devastating.

1. (for the guys)Couldn't get a date if you were the only man on a planet full of nymphomaniacs.
2. (for the girls)Are you the only one laughing so hysterically when Super Stud tells a joke that you hock a loogie.
3. Are you over the age of 21 and still living with your parents.
4. Do you now, or have you ever worn anything argyle.
5. Does the waistline on your pants come up to your chest.
6. Instead of doing the dishes when they are all dirty do you buy paper plates.
7. Have you ever wore the same pair of underwear two days in a row.
8. Is your best friend a hamster or some other animal.
9. Do you live in a trailer.
10. To get attention, do you throw wild parties at your trailer and still get ignored.
11. Do you work in a cubicle.
12. Do you talk to your computer.
13. Do you talk to yourself.
14. Do actually believe you're going to find a life on the Internet.

This list is not all inclusive but are the most common signs of loseritis.� If you suffer from one or more of these, then, chances are you're a loser.

Let's face it, when it comes to love, losers like us
don't stand a snowballs chance in hell. With all the slaps-in-the-face and put downs because we are too stupid to live, well, we need a leg up. That's where this section comes in. With the help of this section we will be enjoying a night of sexual ecstasy before we can say viagra. Here, is where we will learn to look better and know more, and by Jiminy, we will get laid.
Hang in there troopers.

	This first site even has links for those individuals living 'alternative' lifestyles. We should all be able to identify with this next site just because of its name.
Okay, I know this seems silly but hey, what do you have to lose right. Your probably just sitting there at home making out with your stupid computer, right. Yeah, I know what your thinking and no it hasn't worked for me yet but I'm running out of options, damnit!!! So just leave me the hell alone!! Sorry about that.	Heres a couple of personals sites you might consider joining. Heck, I joined one and two girls almost e-mailed me. Pretty cool, huh?