Thanks to stickgrappler's efforts to keep history alive, he has archived some posts from the famous Helio's Diary thread from years gone by. (CHECK OUT HIS SITE!!! http://stickgrappler.tripod.com)
Without further adieu (SP??), here are the infamous diary entries for all newer (and older) members to enjoy (Cut and pasted from Stickgrapplers site):
September 4, 1954
I am leaving for Japan tomorrow to fight that pussy Kimura. What a wuss. I can not believe that cretin thinks he can beat me. I could beat him with both hands tied behind my back. Had a good training session today. Wrestled a chicken before giving it to little Rickson with which to play. He killed the fucking chicken. I got so mad that I tied him to a chair, gutted the chicken, and put the chicken on his head. I left him there for an hour. God damn kids. Rorian cleaned out the stables again, damn does that boy complain--gonna have to kick his ass again. Little Royce almost drowned today, so to teach him a lesson I killed his pet snake. Helio
Helio gracie Novermber 1955,
I have now been fighting from my guard for three consecutive days, I think that I am starting to wear my opponent down. In an attempt to fake out my opponent I made pretend that I was asleep, apparently he was tired as well and so he fell asleep. I tried to get him off but was unable to so I tried to sufficate him with my gi and was then able to get the mount position when he rolled over. Unfortunatly he was awaken by his own snores and I had to go back to the guard.
July 27, 1965
Today I caught Rickson sticking his fingers in my wallet whilst he thought I was sleeping. I snuck up behind him and quietly asked him what he was doing whilst ocncealing my building rage. He lied and said he was cleaning it. So I decided to teach young Rickson a lesson that I hoped would stick with him for life. I took 100 mouse traps and put a 5 dollar bill in each and placed them all over the house. I then told Rickson if he could find all the money in the house he could keep them. For the rest of the day I sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the melodious pops and screams whilst feeling that I had done my part to rid Rickson of his money greed. Again I felt kind of rightious in my own sadistic way.
Now I only have to worry about rorion. That little douche bag keeps selling my silverware....
Brasilian Independence Day, 1965
Today I celebrate my favorite day of the year. Rickson thought it 2 b a stupid holiday, so I figured I would teach him. I fried up a llama thigh & beat him unconcious with it and then explained calmly that if he didnt understand now he would have to watch me sodomize a pig. He understood, and we all had llama and coffee with Hugo Duarte's picture on the can.
Oct 31, 1965
Today, the Gracie family was having it's annual Halloween party. All the children were lined up to play the traditional bob for an apple game. All the little Gracies, Royce, Rorion, Relson had a turn. After all the kids had their turns and the game was over, Rickson came along and stuck his hand in the bucket of water and pulled an apple out and began to eat it. I said, "Rickson, do you think it's fair that all your brothers and sisters had to bob for their apple and you get to come along and stick your hand in and grab one?" "No," he said,"but I figured the game was over so I'd just grab an apple." "Well, I don't think it's fair and I think we would all like to see you Bob for your apple. Go on, bob for your apple." Rickson, smiled nervously and tried to walk around me. So I grabbed his hair and pulled his head in and out of the water yelling, "Bob for your apple Rickson, Bob for your apple." Finally, he passed out from not being able to breathe, but when I pulled his unconscious body out of the water, he did have an apple in his mouth. How do you like them apples? Helio
Dec. 22, 1965
Little Rickson wants a cosmonaut suit for Christmas. I don't have any idea where to get such a contraption so I tried to convince him to ask for something else. 'Ricky, wouldn't you like a firetruck instead?' 'No!', he shouted. 'Ricky, how about a toy cowboy rifle?' 'No! No! No!', he replied. So I explained to him that in outer space if you run out of air in your cosmonaut suit you will die. He still would not budge, so I put a plastic trash bag over his head and fastened it at the neck to demonstrate. He quickly asphyxiated and turned a blue color. After I revived him he no longer wants to be an cosmonaut.
December 23rd
Today Ricksons principle called me saying that Rickson had been calling a jewish kid names at school. When Rickson got home i decided to teach him what its like to be a minority. I drugged him up over dinenr and afterwards took him to the yard where I circumcised him with a sharp rock just like Abraham did to his son thousands of years ago. I kinda felt holy and righteous after that. Then I proceeded to tease him about being a jewboy. That should teach him. he understood.