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I didn't turn in my exemption card. I want to die. In fact, I JUST MIGHT HAVE TO IN ORDER TO AVOID FAILING MY ALGEBRA EXAM, WHICH I FUCKING EXEMPTED.
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aie. fine, angel. do actual work this hour. i don't mind. i have juice that burns when you swallow it to keep me company. hehehe.
*takes a swig of juice* AHHHHHH!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!! (but it also has a nice fruity kiwi-strawberry taste) |
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wow. isn't this class boring. well, anyways. i finished my godforsaken cold war paper! go me!
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so how bout that local sports team, eh?
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who shouldn't be offended? i am confused. so very confused. on so many different levels.
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[swigs his scotch]
Mmmmm.... dammit, now I'm becoming inbred... |
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not dead? damnit.......
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now...for your initiation ceremony, you'll have to be sworn to secrecy. and you have to drink this
*cracks pill into goblet of red wine, hands to angel*. um...yeah...feel any different yet? |
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woo!
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yee haw. hey angel, want to join the followers of the great prophet-like-person (or at least the cousin of a prophet) Utapangtangnackynackywalktowalktovieshnekvieshnek?
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yeah. i am not sure how well it'd sell, ya know, being lethal and all.
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have some class, geez
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why a $1 bill? why not go crazy and make it a $2.
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*changes into powder form, intoxicates and kills angel*
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eew. now i smell all markery and i am green. this can't be good. maybe i could pass for a leper.
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i know! you are the lucky one that got to sit over there. although i must say, some of them are pretty old and really wreak. i mean, like, dead rotting babies being devoured by ebola-infested rats.
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yee haw.
*gouges out eyes with bottle of Roger Taylor's Contest Rubber LUBE Super-Slippery* |
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having fun with your pole(s) i see.
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yee haw!!! go R Kansas. give me an R!!! give me a K!!! gime me and ansas!!!!!
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hey angel, overthere on the other side of the counter thingy. what are YOU doing???
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wow....this place sure is lively....
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ooh.....shiny....
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out east. my mother roller skiis and bikes and runs with a group of roller skiing, biking, and running suburban women. some of the only friends she has, sadly. they are wearing nice outfits because they have money. he isn't named crazy dave, they just call him that. people don't "submit" to being raped. i'd think a sifficient amount of force would be used. rape is a terrible thing, and something that goes on way to often in this country and too many others worldwide. scary thought.
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gee. i wonder why...........oh wait, no i don't.
where up north kelsey? in wisconsin we tend to say "up north" meaning anything not milwaukee but not quite chicago. we also measure didtance in hours. hehe. silly wisconsinites, miles are for american idiots that are too stupid to use the metric system. |
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[adds Allie to his list]
Wow... a lot of people are planning on murdering me in my sleep... |
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memento is a good movie.
adam, i have a question. why is red hair "whore's hair"? i am thinking of murdering you in your sleep for that one... |
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aie. my mother and her suburban housewife friends are pissing me off. my mother is telling me that because there is some miniscule possibility that someone can read their messages that her friends will think that a guy named "crazy dave" is going to come and rape them because he told one of them she had a nice outfit. god. how dense can they be. and my father is yelling at me for this too. gee golly goshers i am so damn mad. aaaaagggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!
oh-so-unproductively yours toastergroove tequila stalin schwartz |
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yeah.
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angel, yes it is your book. yes you had a book. it was buried under *shudders* some stuff that i don't know or want to know what it it. you haven't killed/sacrificed any children lately have you? because that is the only thing i can think of that would account for the smell.
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Yes, very.
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Thirteen?! Sweet monkey jesus!!! I only slept ten... CURSE YOU AND YOUR SLEEPING HABITS, EVA!!!!
[shakes his fist menacingly] |
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[laughs and ruffles her hair] We hope that it's your book. :-)
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NO i did not spell hel wrong. geez, that's evidence right there that no one actually reads what i post. big shocker there too.
actually angel's spelling is atrocious, no offense. i was faced with the rather diffucult task of typing up something she wrote and it was about stupid people. i agree with the piece, the spelling wasn't the greatest. usually i am actually a very good speller, i am just kinda dyslexic (however you spell that) when it comes to typing, or writing for that matter. a sailboat! how lovely! certainly. i tried to whittle something for myself and i ended up stabbing myself in the leg. ouch. left quite a gash. oh, and angel, i borrowed your history book. nowhere in the book does it or will it say "Mr. Xiong is the spawn of satan." i had to dig it out of the pit that is your locker(i think something might be living in there[i.e. old nutella and peanut butter sandwiches and andes mints, uneaten by eva, jenny, or i], spawning a new race of nutandut buttella sandmintches) instead of prying one out of the pit that is madeline's house. hope you don't mind. *asks angel if she minds* *angel, sitting on a bus somewhere between here and D.C.* well then. i'll have it back by tuesday. |
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no new posts here? that's a shocker.
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so i am here all by myself, eh? well then......
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*smiles* today is the best day ever!!!! i think hel has frozen over because........*drum roll*.........BOOTH DIDN'T WIN!!!!!! woo hoo!!!!!!
unfortunately cherokee heights got 44th. the highest place they got was 7th. we so could have done better at nationals. they sucked. but all that doesn't matter because BOOTH DIDN'T WIN!!!!! |
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aie. mr. j just informed me that the zebrafish were killed! ack! someone poured some stuff into their tank fourth hour while mr. j wasn't there and killed them! the horror the horror! they were so cute. and so pretty. and so pregnant. oh well. c'est la vie. aie. i am still very happy but disappointed because mrs brusky isn't here. eek. we have some weird sub from the philippines. so i sat in a corner and read the ya-ya's. aie. back to "research."
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*tears* oh my god. i feel so sad. today started off really bad, but then at 8:28 i got a call from sema. you should have seen me smiling. i was soooo happy to hear from sema and kellie and frannie and sergio. and then it got even better! eva jenny and angel call! yay! i am overjoyed! and still so sad at the same time. i miss you guys so much. so so so so much. it absolutely made my decade to hear from you guys and to hear that you are all having so much fun. i am so happy and so sad. i cried. this is the first time in weeks i have cried. i just miss you all so so so so so so so so so so much. i am supremely happy that you are having fun, taped doors and all. it especially made me laugh when angel mentioned a weird guy in his 20s or 30s staring at her. teeheehee. oh my god, do i miss you guys. *smiles*
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okay. here i am sitting in mr weinstein's class instead of mr. grafs. lucky me. this week is going to be so terrible. we are watching stand and deliver....again. kill me now please kill me now.........no luck? damn. well i hope you all are having/had fun in D.C. because everything kinda sucks here. i can't believe mr. graf is torturing us by making us go to computers. eeeewwww......yuck.... even second hour pole dances *shudders* are better than this.
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Valkyries , warrior maidens of Odin. They presided over battles, chose those who were to die, and brought the souls of the dead heroes back to Valhalla. Chief among them was Brunhild. They were usually represented as riding through the air on horseback, helmeted and carrying a spear. The Valkyries play a prominent role in Die Walküre of Richard Wagner.
SUPER COOLNESS!!! Norse mythology is the coolest! |
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Hel , in Norse mythology, the underworld (sometimes called Niflheim) and the goddess who ruled there. In early Germanic mythology, Hel was the goddess who ruled the majestic abode for the dead. Later, particularly after the advent of Christianity, Hel became a place of punishment, similar to the Christian hell.
how cool is that? and what's even cooler is that the goddess was a woman. and it wasn't always a place of punishment. hehehe. i don't want to go to hell, i want to go to hel. |
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i have to say, kelsey, ms hellman's class is a hell of a lot more interesting than ms cornelius'. but then again, this is first hour. but i was here yesterday second hour and that sucked too. damn it all to hell. but i did find kelsey's balls of mesmerizing delight. jebus cripes they're shiny!
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*pours kelsey another drink* here you go.
*slaps kelsey across the face with a clean white glove with a handweight inside* hehehe. *steals drink, downs in one sip* yee haw. i am almost drunk enough to hijack some buses. especially if they are headed for or driving around D.C. woohoo!!! |
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of course i am not allie. my name is toastergroove tequila stalin schwartz.
NEVAH!!!! by the way, what was that "drink?" it tasted funny. i am just hoping it isn't some bodily fluid. |
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*finds kelsey*
*steals whatever drink is in her hand(there's no question that there's already one there)* *downs the contents* oh god what the hell was that?!?!?!? definately nothing that could be found on any bar on the mainland. blech... |
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so what's up? nothing? yeah. same here. i am supposed to be writing some stuff on that one war. i hear it had something to do with temperature and walls coming down and stuff. i don't know. what are you doin? really? that's cool. yeah, i read something on that once, i think. either that or it was about pie. yeah, so do i. it is so damn good. too many calories though. umhmm. yeah yeah. i don't really care for cherry though, ya know. umhmm. yeah i guess. yeah, very pie-y. okay then. later.
*moseys off into a purple oblivion* mmmm.......popsicles.... *sneaks to kitchen, saunters over to the frige. steals popsicle and a klondike* mmmmmm......gotta love a full frige.... |
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so.......how bout that local sports team? *chuckles uneasily* nothing? *clears throat* okay.......
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still no one here? didn't think so........
*wanders off, hands in pockets, kicking a tin can into an alley* |
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do the lutherans use wine or grape juice? i have never been to a lutheran church or service. aie. i had chai at the art museum and now i have an undeniable craving for chai. i can't believe i am expecting an answer to that question. geez. i am, after all, talking to myself. for the most part at least. i am bored out of my mind. i can't even find kelsey's balls of mesmerizing delight! gosh golly gee. second hour without pole dances is like a fish without a bicycle. *sighs* ah well. back to research.
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*drinks a scotch on the rocks with a twist* so why again is no one heeeere on a sunday morniiiing? *adjusts slightly askew party hat on head* i would'vvve thought youall would have been miiiighty hungover. *stumbles into bar, finds bottle of tequila* oooooh....*looks around to make sure no one is here* *sees tumbleweed going by* finders keepers, dude. *drinks bottle* oooooonnnetequiiiiiiilaaaaa! twwwoooooooooteeeeeequiiiiiiiilaaaa! threeeeeeeeeeteeeeeequiiii... *falls on floor, passes out*
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i take a break from posting for a day or two and you all are licking confom wrappers? and kelsey, didn't you already steal angeline's panties? if so, then what is she wearing? eeew.....yucky thoughts.....*pounds head with bottle of cognac*
well, time for some more alcohol.*makes cosmo, drinks in one sip* woooo!!!!! *grabs a Party rationed bottle of victory gin, drinks in three sips* nyuk nyuk nyuk. so off to arkansas are we? and i am left here all alone with an open bar? silly rabbit, alcohol is for kids. |
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Kelsey, were you wearing panties before? Wait... never mind. I don't want to know... [puts on his peppermint panties that Angeline gave him a while ago]
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Oh, you *read* my mind, love...
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[sips Angeline's drink] I like your taste in alcohol, dear. :-)
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I vote for Gary, Indiana. Or Arkansas. :-)
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Hey! [joins Angeline with her drink]
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We take Angeline's. Period.
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[finishes his Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster]
Then I do pronouce you freak and wife and wife and husband and old lady and wife and wife and Dick Clark and wife and husband anc Dick VanDyke and wife! |
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Gladly, my dear wife-to-be... and Angel, my other wife-to-be.
Friends, Canadians, inbred hicks! We are gathered here in this low-rent warehouse today to witness the joining of these three freaks and hippies in an illegal and Nevada-sanctioned state of Unholy Matrimony! Do you, Kelsey X. Moses, take Angeline M. Catena and Adam G. Catena to be your husband and wife? Do you, Angeline M. Catena, take Adam G. Catena and Kelsey X. Moses to be your wife and husband, respectively? And, do you, Adam G. Catena, take Kelsey X. Moses and Angeline M. Catena to be a freak and your old lady? AMEN! |
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[walks into the room, plastered and staggering]
That's MY WOMAN yer marryin'! 'Ow can I expect y'ou t'have a good life wit' mah WOMAN!?! [staggers into a pew and waits for the Chinese Elvis that they got for the priest to get on with the ceremony] |
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War, is... well, the worst thing a person (or persons) can do to one another. I am reading a book by Stephen King called "Hearts in Atlantis" that deals with the Vietnam War (which I, by the way, totally disagree with... er, the war I disagree with, not the book). In it is a quote that I think is very appropriate:
"Fighting a war to get peace is like having sex to maintain chastity." |
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wouldn't the destroyed countries be vengeful?
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care to elaborate?(seeing as how you have a pole between your legs, i am guessing no)
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ya know what? cuba is a really amazing country. they have such history. as of now the only thing i have written for my paper is about cuba before the cold war and the cuban missile crisis. my father thinks i plagarized(if the spelling of that is wrong, feel free to poke or send negative energy towards the person in the mao tie) and that ticks me off. he thinks i am too stupid to write anything intelligable.
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how about war. do you think war is good? or is it just a waste of resources and time? if diplomatic relations fail, should we automatically resolve the problem with violence?
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and orgies and poles are not worth while
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hey, why don't we talk about something worth while.
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how about no.
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ah. well. angel...please stop doing ungodly deeds to the pole.
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what are you throughly disgusted at eva???
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wobble.......hehehe.....
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Extrasolar Planets
-An Overview http://www.public.asu.edu/~sciref/exoplnt.htm#section1 Humans once believed that the Earth itself was the only object in the Universe, and it, being an idyllic plain, was guarded by a God or Gods (a Goddess or Goddesses). Eventually, after gazing into the night sky long enough, we realized that those tiny points of light we saw were NOT merely points on a great backdrop that covered the earth, but, in fact, stars. Our world-view changed with that realization, and we set ourselves in the center of the Universe, with the Sun and the Stars orbiting us, instead of the other way around. Scientists came and went who dared to go against those teachings, and, thanks to them, we now have the concept of nothing being the true 'center' of the Universe, and the Earth orbiting the sun, the Sun orbiting in the Western arm of the Milky Way galaxy, the Milky Way orbiting in it's local cluster, the cluster orbiting in it's supercluster neighborhood, and so on and so forth. One thing we never did think of until recently (or, at least, give serious scientific thought to) was the existence of other solar systems beyond our own. We knew other planets existed (although, at one point, we thought them to be the Gods themselves) in our local area… but did planets exist outside of the gravity well of the Sun? In short: Yes. By the thousands, they exist. Scientists recently (in the last decade) discovered that certain stars had a bit of a 'wobble' in their rotations. These wobbles were the result of a fairly large gravitic influence on the stars themselves. What other influences of that magnitude (but not of that outstanding strength) existed that we knew about? Planets. That very wobble was caused by planets orbiting the stars at varying distances. |
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Oh, sweetie... I've got some cool info on extrasolar planets. I'll post it, ok?
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Should I be flattered? [hugs Angeline back]
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ya know what, i was actually supposed to do work today. tonight i have to go home and tell my father all about my paper and then proceed to go into a line up. doesn't that sound fun. i just can't wait.......
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groan and moan all you want, the stick will not turn into adam...
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ahhh!!!!! chaos in ball land!
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i can see the stick moving and hear kelsey's mesmerizing balls of delight, are you having imaginary-adam fun?
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he seriously needs to be institutionalized. kept in a box labeled stupid persons and deprived of oxygen. left in storage forever.
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stupid child, stop messing with kelsey's mesmerizing balls of delight.
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yee haw!!!!! bowling balls!
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what do you think my horde is for????
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so.........how bout that local...OH MY gOD!!!!! that stick is HUGE!!!!
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ooh.....i can hear the balls........having fun? i also heard something drop. your monacle i expect. never could keep it in and look down....
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and why would i do that and ruin your precious and frequent orgies?
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i think you are confusing me with merlass. i only go the the potty hole with my horde.
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add "adam" somewhere to the "freshen up" and you'd be about right.
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we've all been wondering why you take so many trips to the potty hole. that gives a whole new meaning to the word "piddle"
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we all know you have adam hiding in the bathroom closet!!!
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he does not!!!! you should hear him complaining when you leave the room to "freshen up"
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it was a very well-meaning stick, minding its own business when angel came along. it came from a very nice family of brooms and mops........never saw it coming.......
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oh god. poor adam. that stick does not deserve that kind of torture.
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i hear clicking. are you torturing any dolphins over there?
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i had to hide kelsey's shiny balls from the stupid folk
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okay i am seeing the stick doing some pretty funky things over there. should adam be jealous of the stick?
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*puts magnifying glass monacle in eye* so angeline, how goes it? and why did you just steal the stick?
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[cough]
Angeline, dearest heart... love... this is to a wonderful month together... "Thank You", by Led Zeppelin 
The song in MP3 form (5.4 Megs) I love you dearly! |
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the natives are gathering around the shiny balls......and in comes(dum dum dum!!!) KELSEY OF THE SACRED-RHINO-POINTY-HAT-CLAN to save and protect her balls!!!!!!!!!
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i know, that damn conscience of mine is getting in the way........damn bearly.......
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so are her balls.
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i want to stab him with the exacto, but that is just mean......
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as long as the balls are out of reach.....
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everyone wants to play with kelsey's balls.......
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aie...
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i don't want any jello.
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jonathon, if you can read this, go away. (typed by kelsey, of the sacred-rhino-pointy-hat clan)
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there are five of them and they swing and bounce off each other.......
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merlass is having fun with the balls on strings.....
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i did not know there was a step ladder of science.
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(stupid or infatuated says eva)
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well you might find them at the non-pointy hat store if the stock boy is stupid.
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at the pointy hat store?
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indeed. but where can we find a pointy hat?
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you go do that. but it's only second hour and i'd imagine that going through the rest of the day covered in.......your jello.......*shudders*...........would be rather disasterous.
oh my god.......today's an a day. |
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gah! merlass took off the hat!
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well, duh. who does these days?
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(oooh sharpie says eva)(i stopped sniffing sharpies after i had trouble breathing through my nose says eva again)
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you have nothing to do angel and yet you haven't posted much...........that only leaves me to wonder what you are doing at the other end of the room by mr. jutrzonka.
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what about adam and merlass as well as eva? i know you three have something going. that pole dance/walk/hop was seen by all. no shame in admitting it, geline.
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i don't see how some people can not like the smell of sulfur. it smells awesome.......like matches.........mmmmmmmmm allumettes.............(if allumettes is spelled wrong, you all have permission to send negative energy and party hats to eva)
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angel jumping up and down with her leg wrapped around a pole..........some things are just not meant to be seen........
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i can't believe that they can all keep a straight face when they talk about the cleavage of rocks and minerals. nyuk nyuk nyuk........
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mmmmmmm...........acid........
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hey, posting about you is better than you hitting me like a sissy and saying "no touchy!!! no touchy!!!!"
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darn tootin'
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merlass and her one-eyed rhino hat........ i don't even want to know what you are going to do with that.......
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mmmmmmm........whiskey.....
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angel doing a pole dance for ms. hellman's 7th grade science class. poor, naive freaks. never saw it coming.........
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nrar nrar nrar.
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Ow ow owwwwww!!! My brain hurts...
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Well, sorry! I have needs, too!
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Well, duh.
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eew.....eew.....eew......my eyes...........
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well you are by a sink with a hose attachment, so that'll cover the clean part..........
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adam, you will be pleased to know that i now have another conscience. earl is sadly still dead, but i found out that he and betty (the voices in my head) had a lovechild named bearly (ber-lee). and can you please tell angel to stop teasing me because i have a conscience. i don't tease her because she has one, although i wouldn't doubt that it is terminally ill. well anyways.........i let you and angel and merlass get back to your orgy.
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angel??? what are you doing with the stick over there? i am hearing some funny noises........
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awwww........no more froggy wars.
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take that evil mao!!!!!!!
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i think i have.
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hahahahahaha. angel can't find the froggy........aaaahhhhh......
*gets hit in the head with frog* |
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*throws back head*
*cackles* mwahahahaha!!!! *chokes* argh.... |
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and? what's stopping you from eating mr. froggy poo? he is mighty tasty. as you have noticed he is missing a couple of toes.
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*constructs invisdible bomb shelter*
*hides from oncoming frog* *frog hits head* how angel manages to hit me in the head every time is a mystery. especially since she can't see me. CURSES!!!!! |
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eating, duh.
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aie. brats and red wine. merlass, your life is so much more interesting than mine. i am sitting in school throwing stuff at geline and poking you with broom sticks. although i did get poked a while ago by angle. appearantly she wanted something to throw. she found something. damn. i think i shall not retrieve it from the floor.
*hides* *smiles as ms. hellman picks up frog and places it on top of computer* yay! *hides* *throws frog at angle* |
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frogs are not for hitting allie in the head!
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Oh, you have such a MIND, honey! ;-)
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[wanders in]
Yes, I admit it. I was in Angeline's jello. It was just too good to pass up! I mean, it was so tasty... and I love to slurp it between my lips. Mmmm... What?! You people are SICK! Sick, sick, sick! (angel, sweetie... we'll talk later... [winks]) |
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you two orgy-minded freaks are too weird and have sick sick minds. not that we didn't know that already.
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and you, angel, were to much of a sissy to poke her yourself. you know you want to.............
whatever you adam and merlass "do" in your spare time is not business of mine. |
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i am only "poking" her because the stick wasn't long enough and the skewer pen contraption is weak. i was seeking revenge.
*goes back into bomb shelter, chanting satanically and plotting revenge* a curse upon both your houses! and don't disturb me in my bomb shelter. |
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*goes into bomb shelter*
damn, this won't be pretty. *shudders and stocks up on food* this could be a while *shudders violently* |
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go find merlass and have some "fun," or even better, you could go find adam........
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angel, what are you doing with that vibrating top thing?
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*tapes pen to skewer* mwahahahaha! who will save you now, merlass?
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who was in you jello? no one, that's who. unless........adam, what do you have to say for yourself?
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angel's cup smells like cow eyes.
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*tapes skewer to broom stick*
*"pokes" merlass* that was kinda stupid. not terribly strong, them skewers. |
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*eva hovers over shoulder reading posts* well you're special then, says she.
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that was uncalled for, merlass.
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angel, just say anything. i take it you are a caffine addict that likes things that jiggle. who would'a thunk. by the way you are fondling that stick between your legs, i'd say everyone.
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throw caution to the stick angel and poke her dammit!
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aie. well, what are all of you all wearing to completion. haha. merlass, we can see you from here and throw things at you. mwahahahahahaha!!!!
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it's black and it was the only dress that fit and looked good. omg! it was also the only dress that didn't look skanky/smutty/slutty/etc. it is so awesome! my mother says it makes me look "sophisticated" whatever that means, hopefully nothing bad. yay! i am so happy! yay!
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omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod! omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod!omigod! i am so so so so so so so so so giddy! and happy! woo! yay! i just bought my dress for completion! yay! it is so cool! i feel so pretty, even though i don't look it. i spent the entire afternoon walking around in it. it is so pretty. yay! giddyness and happiness abound within me!
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What about ex-caffine addicts who like things that jiggle?
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Angeline, dearest love, I won't even COMMENT on that last post. :-)
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[steps into the Bastard Suit]
Kim, if that's what you do believe, then I do believe that nothing we say can change that. [shrug] |
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have any of you seen the commercial with the green jell-o in a tube? now that is funny.
*drops green jell-o tube bomb on amalia* mwahahahahahaha! um.....i didn't really want to do that but you said you had nothing to contribute, so i shall give you something to retaliate against. *apologizes profusely* *flies over amalia's territory and drops another jell-o bomb* mmmmm.......lime.... |
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[climbs out of the lake]
What is this?! Coffee-flavor??! |
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Amalia, all you have to do is jump into the conversation... like this:
[flies a single bomber over Angel's territory] [runs into the bomb chamber, gets on the bomb, and rides it as it falls] Yeeeeeee-HAWWWWWWWWW!!!!! |
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they were not theater missiles, whatever those are. i carried the warheads on my back, thank you very much. my trenchcoat-clad horde also carried them. along with the cavalcade of slavish people from my country. they aren't slaves per say, but they'll all get equal portions of whatever we are doing. or so they are told.
ya! ya! work-mule! |
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"Autobiography Of A Nation" by Thursday
Write these words back down inside We have burned their villages and all the people in them died We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal All the dreams they had we kill Still we all sleep sound tonight Is this what you wanted to hear? We erased all their images and dance And replaced them with borders and flags At the top of this timeline you'll remember This is the lipstick on the collar And in my own life I've seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes So write these words back down inside That's where you need it the most and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we're marching Yeah, the TV tells us everythign we need to know And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment And history is all the same Everything you say you stole Every dream you dream you bought |
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sound proof room, eh?
*constructs bomb shelter* *obtains nuclear warheads* *locks self in bomb shelter* *bombs mao, castro, marx, and adam* tootles! |
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[constructs a small, soundproof room]
[walks inside, locks door] [screams] |
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As far as spelling Mussolini, ask Angeline... she's the Italian one here, as she's so fond of saying. :-)
And... I'm the most German one here! I deserve Max, dammit! ;-) |
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Sorry, comrade! I've already GOT Marxy. :-)
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things are going well in commieland. how bout you? still killin kids in squares?
unproductively yours toastergroove/stalin |
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[sits in the back of the room nursing a large stein of beer, occasionally getting up on the table and screaming how that "barley was made by The State, for The State, and for BARBARA BUSH TO DRINK!!!"]
[is justifiably unpopular] |
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nyuk nyuk nyuk.
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You know you're a Commie when:
- You say 'Stalin bless you' when someone sneezes. - You wear all red, all the time. - You wear Mao ties. :p - You have a beard, drink vodka, and curse constantly about technology that stopped existing 20 years ago. |
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Yes, and because she took away my secondary (after her, of course) life: shoes! They're so neat! I mean... there is so much history in the process of shoemaking, and shoe technology has progres--
[slumps over as Angel injects him with a mild sedative] |
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Because I can't get over the sheer, fucking absurdity of the book! I mean, hell... why not have "Eating for Dummies" or "Blinking for Dummies"?! These things are supposed to be built into the human brain... if you need to be told how to do them, you need more than a simple BOOK.
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angel, why is your boyfriend pondering over the existance of sex for dummies?
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you don't stare at someone with a mao tie. or at least now a plain stare. it has to be a wide eyed stare or somethin. otherwise you glare. *stares at mao tie with wide eyes* it's......so......shiny.......
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I wonder who NEEDS Sex For Dummies... I mean, I WORRY about them...
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i have not words for how much of a commie you are, commie. just go back to your Commieland, comrad. just do as the Party says.
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[post diversion]
So, they have "Sex for Dummies"... [/post diversion] |
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"Understanding In A Car Crash" by Thursday
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines to the sunset I crash my car everyday the same way Time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) Time runs through our veins. (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time (to take time to break the cycle) Staring at the setting sun No reason to come back again The twlight world in blue and white The needle and the damage done I dont want to feel this way forever A dead letter marked return to sender The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass It's hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye So push the seats back a little further Roll the windos down and take a breath I can see the headlights coming They paint the world in red and broken glass The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window When the lights are on and the cameras click We open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash I'll never understand Understanding in a car crash *sighs* |
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you wrote communism for dummies, commie. go back to your commieland, commie. you are the commiest of the commies! i may be the commiest commie that ever commied a commie but keep in mind i learned from the commiest.
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the fourth of july was also a lot of fun. we were in siena and we went around the city eating ice cream and singing yankee doodle and other american songs. it was funny cause we'd trail off in the middle of songs because we forgot the words, go through a fit of laughter, and then continue on with the end of the song. we were sitting on a step outside of someone's door and yelling things at all the italians. hehe. it was funny. we'd say things like "haha, we beat you in a war!!" and point at all the people giving us funny looks. it was quite fun. parading through the streets of siena singing at the top of our lungs. you'd think we were drunk. it was so much fun.
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ah. good point.
i have a story to tell. not really a story but an experience. it has to do with my summer travels. it also seems kinda weirdly patriotic. i was in italy with my friends(on a bus painted like a holstein) and we had been abroad for more than two and a half weeks. that was two and a half weeks without anything that remotely resembled america. well, the mcdonalds still had the golden arches but that's as close as it got to american(the food was of a much better quality. a MUCH better quality). well, we were on the bus one day playing a french card game and talking about how much we missed america(we started referring to it as "the states"). We were all terribly sad because we missed the fourth of july in america. now that sucked, but anyways. then the bus driver put in a cd, britney spears. i hate britney spears just as much as the next commie but i was so happy to hear it just because it was american. we all despised the whore and yet we were all so homesick that we were jumping up and down and singing along. it was the most bizzare things i have ever seen and heard in my life but hearing something american for the first time in two and a half weeks was so exhilirating! after that we all felt so much better and had a lot more fun. well unproductively yours allie |
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No... I think she's more of a Neo-Marxist than a Commie. :-)
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angel is a commie.
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amalia, we weren't doing nothing but posting. we were throwing stuff across the computer table and eva was poking people with a meter stick. woo! go independant study, supposedly for mr. xiong's class. and to mr. xiong says i, "IS YOUR SKULL SO THICK THAT AFTER AN ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR YOU CANNOT REMEMBER THAT MY NAME IS NOT ABBEY?!?!?!??!"
well i am happy otherwise. my mother went down to the basement and found some cool clothes. today i am wearing a bowling shirt and bright orange bowling shoes. appearantly my name is harvey. well, tis all. no, tis not all. i am also happy because i bought a cd! woo! well, three, but who gives a damn about specifics. eva, i think you would very much enjoy the song autobiography of a nation by thursday. nyuk nyuk nyuk. au revoir allie oh and another thing, i am not going to have swuch a terrible summer vacation. we are going to quebec in august! i am relieved because this year i had yet to leave the country. god didn't that sound spoiled/conceited/pompous/stupid/etc. never again will it happen. |
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So, what class IS this for, exactly?
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[reads]
My god. Sweet monkey jesus... you people scare me. Especially you, Angeline dearest. ;-) |
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you've got pit stains. eeeeeewwww.
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mayo is yucky.
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i don't know. angel why are you creaking? you are making a strange creaking noise that is really weird and you ran like a freak. hehehe. it is really a humorous thing to watch you run. nyuk nyuk nyuk. i am not nearly as much of a commie as you, commie.
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so......how goes it on the other side of the table, commie.
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you are a commie that is stuuuuuupid!
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seizuer. that's.........creative..........commie.
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you'd lose you head if it weren't attached to a commie!
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you are a commie too, commie.
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my sounds are more like squeals of pain and cries of anguish. you gurgle and move in funny directons, kinda like you're having a seizure. hehehe. nyuk nyuk nyuk.
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the coffee machine sounds exasperated.
why will you not edit your post? you're stuuuuuuuupid. |
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i have oregon trail two too. it is very cool. and it came with a video. woo!
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muffins are yummy.
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i know i make funny sounds. and bowling shoes are cool.
meh. |
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mr. j is torturing us. why are we not allowed to have coffee. i am NOT frannie. i am under attack by eva and the meter stick of death.
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frannie....bowling.......hahahahahahaha. now that's gufaw inducing.
yeah, eva is science of fitness. the powdered doughnuts do so taste funny. aie. i have just been poked. |
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never will i tell you! you will have to pry it from my cold dead fingers.
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yuk yuk yuk. yaks are cool. very hairy.
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oh my god, somehting was just thrown at me.
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hehehe. hi angel. sup? joshua tree is kewl. thank god we don't have to listen to johnny cash.
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tootles angel.
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CURSES!!! foiled again!
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i only left the building to take things to the bus and to go to the awards ceremony. how pathetic is that. last year was more fun. we were in kolf. it was fun. many of the things in kolf now have names. hehe.
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no.....why would you think that??? *shifts eyes*
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i didn not see any of those. where were they? and in what parallel universe did the 80s rock?
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are you blogging angel? cuz i hear an awful lot of clicking from the other side of the thingy. hehe.
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yesterday was fun. me an angel were chillin. it was cool going to mr. graf's class second hour. that was fun. hehe. except for the special ed kids that also occipied the room. i can hit a lizard with a wooden stick. a metal stick too. jeepers. hehe that reminds me of a funny phrase that my father used. he said there are more mormons in utah than you could swing a dead cat at. hehe. dead cat swinging. it should be an olympic sport. hehe. fun.
stand and deliver was a good movie. very 80s but still good. that was the movie we watched while everyone else was in chicago. hehe. 80s. funny. |
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BUTTONS!!! i feel sad that i missed buttons. pizza is always good, luisiano or not. we were supposed to be on the four minute break but we wanted to post it, so mr. xiong was gracious enough to let us stay and then flee to mrs. brusky's class. ah the joys of english class. i am happy because i don't have to say my speech today because i have G.A.D. woo! hehehe. i don't think barf can fly, ever. not terribly aerodynamic, or however you spell that.
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