i rly wish dey didnt hate eachother

they just did it all 4 the money
mezmerize suked
hypnotize suked

oh and daron isnt hot anymore

is dat wi?

I'LL TELL YOU WHY, GODDAMMIT.
And if this doesn't get stickied I will know there is a God. If it does get stickied I'll know that my God exists instead.
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Once upon a time,

Daron Malakian, father of three daughters, was a tired but wealthy old man. From his head sat a cap, and his beard tangled in with his pubes like a majestic old Grateful Dead fan.

His first daughter, Serjetta, was the oldest. She was the quiet one. All day she sat, combing her hair, singing about mandatory minimal sentencing. She was a gentle creature, caring and sharing. She would share her joint with everybody else before taking a puff.

His second daughter, the middle child, Shavanna, had long locks that grew from chin to bosom, and a head that reflected the sun. She was the creative one. She also loved to cook, and would make the best vegetable soup in all of the village.

His last daughter, the youngest, John. A unique and somewhat-boyish name, that both reflected her personality and physique. She was the most perplexing, and yet, fascinating to both men and women alike. Her hair did never grow very long, but she had a happy trail that made her father hang his head in shame of his own. She spent her time with the woodland creatures in the forest, cooing to them in her Scooby Doo underwear, and then talking about the recent porno she watched.

One day, Daron decided to go outside of the village in search for some mushrooms. He searched high and low, but still could not find any trace of them. Suddenly, he came across an old, desolate house. The warm smell of fungus growing off of cow dung intensified as he drew nearer. At once he flung open the creaky doors to only see a small, crippled woman with no arms or legs in a wheel chair.

"My dear," she gasped. "At last, I have found someone who can help me."
Daron looked curiously at the strange, stumpy woman. He took off his cap with respect and asked her if she had any mushrooms he could have.
"I have three kids to take care of, ma'am." he said softly. She asked, "What purpose will these mushrooms bring that you seek?"
Daron replied "They're all a bunch of whores. I need to get something to take me away from this reality!"
The woman snapped back, "I'M YOUR WIFE YOU CHODE." And slapped Daron with her stump.

Daron was shocked. He hadn't seen Phat Ho in years.
She hurled back her head and cackled. Daron tried to run, but could not. The door was shut tight.
"For your disrespectful ways, I will curse you!" she shrieked. "A year from now, your daughters will all turn into men around your age. You will immediately form a band, and will play the instruments very well. You will acquire a large fan base, which you will then have to disappoint.. extremely.."

"NO!" cried Daron. He couldn't imagine his lovely daughters becoming men. Then where would he get any ass?, he wondered.

"You will disappoint them by going on hiatus, then, you will not come back until most of the media has forgotten about you! It will feel like you'll have to start all over!" Phat Ho cackled and vanished in a stumpy puff of smoke.

Then Daron went home and sodomized a horse.

THE END.
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There, I think I've covered anything.
If I see one more goddamn post asking about why System "broke up", "hates eachother", "vanished", or "went on hiatus", I will kick a baby.

No more questions.....do it for the babies.