This thread will die from the death of forever-shawn.net and the massive ammount of pics already used :lol But what will happen to Shawn???
Meanwhile, outside of the GAF spotlight
Shawn continued to go downhill and into the darkest back hallways of the wrestling arenas. He'd reminisce about the good ole' days to anyone with a half a brain or cock or any mixture of the two that would listen.
"So that's it? You're done. You're shot. You're finished?"
"..."
"Where's you HEART!?"
"I don't have one anymore. You ripped it out along with the lack of bandwith ..remember??"
"I'd
love to cosplay with you if Shawn isn't into it."
"Good, because..
I'm ready."
"Shawn! Shawn, are you throwing up!?"
"I want to be THIN AGAIN!"
"EARL! EARL, GET OVER HERE! It's SHAWN!"
"*URAAAAHHLLL!!*"
"Shawn? SHAWN! No no no! Not you! You're beautiful Shawn. You're beautiful!"
"Oh man Earl.. I need HELP!"
"Shawn! Let me help you!"
"Listen buster, you had your chance. I don't even want you to see me like this."
"I know. About the girls, I couldn't find any that were free that night. If you gave me a bit of warning.."
"Warning? Open your eyes man. It's NOT. about. the girls..."
"..."
Shawn began sleeping with whoever would share a bed, so he didn't have to be alone at night. Some of these men beat Shawn.
"I like to wrestle before I go to sleep.................................. I've always loved you Shawn."
"I can tell."
Crowds began to turn on Shawn, calling him "lame" and "loser".
"I don't need you anymore! You've never been there FOR ME! YOU'RE THE LOSERS! Not me..."
"YOU'RE
LAME!!"
WeeWee Cwappy WesWing wrote one young fan. WeeWee Cwappy WesWing..
"Who AM I?? WHERE DO I BELONG? I can't hear the
crowds anymore.."
"I can't hear
anything.."