Cheatspeak is a now defunct forum that once offered a haven for bums like me, Yefimobitch.

A horoscope so bad that it strikes fear into the heart of the reader, rendering them unable take action or make a decision on anything or to even leave the house. This is caused by a paralyzing fear that those actions or decisions may cause the predictions to come true.

the best way i can describe cheatspeak is as a drug. a sort of caffeine to the manic-depressive. at first it begins as an inquisitive sip, a taster of the forbidden drink, downed with enjoyment--joy that one did not follow the advice of censors in not drinking it. but steadily as a single cup shifts into two and more, soon develops a painful dependency where the ups are shortlived and disappointing, and the downs--where the downs are simply dreadful. nonetheless, it is somehow in this imbalance--this utter catastrophy of society that is bred at cheatspeak--that spawned is something unique to cheatspeak that surpasses the addictions and depressions all in sum, that allays the desperation of the whole thing into a diffused mist. and what, this saving quality? why blankmans penis of course! (and timmy the fuckin spidah too..woah! my legs gone all wibbly wobbly!).

Very common forum used to talk about cheating on www.cheatspeak.com