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[08 Jul 2001|09:56pm] [ mood | aggravated ] Anyone know a web hosting site thingy that is easy? Like for me who doesn't know all that much html? I used to use kiwitown.com but they are changeing alot of things on there an erased my site that I had made. So now I'm having to start a new one. I would ask Ben to make my web site but I wanna be able to do it myself. Plus I wanna make a site for my icon's I've been working on. I know I should break down an have him teach me html but I just get aggravated when he trys to explain it... 32 comments|post comment

I thought this was funnny... [24 Dec 2000|12:45pm] [ mood | thirsty ] Barbie's Letter To Santa: Dear Santa, Listen you fat troll, I've been saving your ass every year, being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in December and dressing in fake Chanel at sappy tea parties. I hate to break it to ya', Santa, but it's pay back time. There had better be some changes around here, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown, and trust me, you don't wanna be around to smell it. These are my demands for Christmas 1999: 1. Sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker in hot pink bikinis. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and Velcro up your butt? I don't suppose you do. 2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. That cheap-o molded underwear some genius at Mattel came up with looks like cellulite! 3. A REAL man... I don't care if you have to go to Hasbro to get him, bring me GI JOE. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me-Elmo over that pathetic bump of a boy toy, Ken. And what was up with that earring anyway? HULLO!?! 4. It's about time you made us all anatomically correct. Give me arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct. 5. Breast reduction surgery. 'Nuff said. 6. A jog bra. To wear until I get the surgery. 7. A new career. Pet doctor, school teacher and make real money. 8. A new, more 90s persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie," complete with a pint of cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips. 9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl complexion. 10. Mattel stock options. It's been 40 years - I think I deserve a piece of the action. Considering my valuable contribution to society and Mattel, I think these demands are reasonable. If you don't like it, you can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas. It's that simple. Yours truly, Barbie   Ken's Letter To Santa: Dear Santa, It has come to my attention that one of my colleagues has petitioned you for changes in her contract, specifically asking for anatomical and career changes. In addition, it is my understanding that disparaging remarks were made about me, my sexuality, and some of my fashion choices. I would like to take this opportunity to inform you of issues concerning Ms. Barbie, as well as some of my own needs and desires: First, I, along with several of my colleagues, feel Ms. Barbie DOES NOT deserve the preferential treatment she has received over the years. That bitch has everything. Neither I, nor Joe, Jem, nor The Raggedys, Ann & Andy, have dream houses, Corvettes, dune buggies, evening gowns, and some of us do not even have the ability to change our hairstyle. I have had a limited wardrobe, obviously designed to complement but never upstage Ms. Barbie. My decision to accessorize with an earring was immediately quashed, which I protest, for it was my decision and reflects my lifestyle choice. I would like a change in my career to further explore my creative nature. Some options which could be considered are "Decorator Ken," "Beauty Salon Ken," or "Broadway Ken." Other avenues which could be considered are: "Go-Go Ken," "Impersonator Ken" (with wigs and gowns), or "West Hollywood Ken." These would more accurately reflect my interests and, I believe, open up markets that have been under served. As for Ms. Barbie needing bendable arms so she can "push me away", I need bendable knees so I can kick the bitch to the curb. Bendable knees would also be helpful in other situations of which you are aware. In closing, further concessions to the Blonde Bimbo from Hell, while the needs of others within my coalition are ignored, will result in legal action to be taken by myself and others. And kindly tell Ms. Barbie she can forget about G.I. Joe... he's mine, at least that's what he said last night. Sincerely, Ken 6 comments|post comment

[22 Dec 2000|12:02am] [ mood | sad ] HOLIDAY FRUIT CAKE      Ingredients:      1 cup of sugar      1 tsp. salt      1 cup of brown sugar      1 cup of water      1 tsp. baking soda      lemon juice      4 large eggs      lots of nuts      1 bottle Vodka      2 cups of dried fruit           1. Sample the vodka to check quality.           2. Take a large bowl, check the vodka again.           3. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.           4. Repeat step #3.           5. Turn on the electric mixer.           6. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.           7. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.                              8. At this point it's best to make sure the vodka is shtill OK. Try another cup .... just in case.                                  9. Turn off the mixerer.           10. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.           11. Pick fruit off floor.           12. Mix on the turner.           13. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a sdrewscriver.           14. Sample the vodka to check for tonsisticity.           15. Next, sift two cups of salt.Or something.Who giveshz a .           16. Check the vodka.           17. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.           18. Add one table.           19. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink.Whatever you can find.           20. Greash the oven and pee in the fridge.                                21. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner.                                22. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the vodka and kick the cat.           23. Fall into bed.           CHERRY MISTMAS! 4 comments|post comment

The Doll "I got this as an fwd" [26 Nov 2000|11:50pm] [ mood | sad ] I hurried into the local department store to grab some lastminute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind ofmumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys, and wondered if the grandkids would ever play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy & wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money." She replied a bit patiently, "You know that you don't   had enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. Th`e boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her." I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said "She has gone to be with Jesus." My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be with her. My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my mamma to take this with her so he don't ever forget me." "I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me." "But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I saw that te little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time? He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough." So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money." Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister.""And he heard my prayer. "I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama." "She loves white roses so very, very much." In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story. Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears,my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his Mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the   life of that little boy to pieces.  You now have the choice, you can: 1) pass this on to your friends   2) delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart 2 comments|post comment

[21 Nov 2000|08:32pm] [ mood | dorky ] Someone come to http://www.itsyourturn.com an sign up so they can lose to me in checkers ot any other games thats on the list. lol My user name is aN-G-iE_ if you don't come sign up then I'll cry... 3 comments|post comment

Isn't this cute? [20 Nov 2000|02:42am] [ mood | blah ] "I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combats boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry. I hate that it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." 4 comments|post comment

ColorQuiz.com [19 Nov 2000|08:07pm] [ mood | bored ] Your Existing Situation This represents a barrier between the compensatory colors which precede it and the remaining colors. Your Stress Sources Feels unappreciated and finds the existing situation threatening. Wants personal recognition and the esteem of others to compensate for the lack of like-minded people with whom to ally herself and make herself more secure. Her sensual self-restraint makes it difficult for her to give herself, but the resulting isolation leads to the urge to surrender and merge with another. This disturbs her as she regards such instincts as weaknesses to be overcome; only by not succumbing to them, she feels, can she withstand the difficulties of the situation. Wants to be valued as a desirable associate and admired for her personal qualities. Your Restrained Characteristics Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense, leaving her rather isolated in her attachments. Circumstances force her to compromise and to forgo some pleasures for the time being. Capable of achieving physical satisfaction through sexual activity. Your Desired Objective Alert and keenly observant. Is seeking fresh avenues offering greater freedom and the chance to make the most of them. Wants to prove herself and to achieve recognition. Striving to bridge the gap which she feels separates her from others. Your Actual Problem Agitation, unpredictability, and irritation accompanying depleted vitality and intolerance of further demands have all placed her in a position in which she feels menaced by her circumstances. Feeling powerless to remedy this by any action of her own, she is desperately hoping that some solution will provide a way of escape. Your Actual Problem #2 Feels insufficiently valued in her existing situation, and is seeking different conditions in which she will have greater opportunity of demonstrating her worth. post comment

With apologies to Dr. Seuss. [19 Nov 2000|02:46pm] [ mood | amused ] Can we count them with our toes? Can we count them with our nose? Should we count them with a band? Should we count them all by hand? If I do not like the count, I will simply throw them out! I will not let this vote count stand. I Do not like them, AlGore I am! Can we change these numbers here? Can we change them, calm my fears? What do you mean Bush has won? That is not fair. It ruins my fun. Let's count them upside down this time. Lets count until the state is mine. I will not let this vote count stand. I Do not like them, AlGore I am! I'm really ticked, I'm in a snit You have not heard the last of it! I'll count the ballots one by one, and hold each one to the sun. I'll count, recount, and count some more You'll grow to like this little chore. I will not let this vote count stand. I Do not like them, AlGore I am! I won't leave office, stayin here. I've glued my desk chair to my rear. Tipper, Hillary, and Bubba too, are telling me that I should SUE! "We find the electoral College is vile! Recount the votes until we Smile." We do not want this vote to stand We do not like it, AlGore-I-am! "How shall we count this ballot box? Let's count it standing in our socks. Shall we count this one in a tree? And who shall count it, you or me? We cannot , cannot count enough! We must not stop, we must be tough! I do not want this vote to stand. I Do not like it, and AlGore I am! I've counted till my fingers bleed, and still can't fulfill my counting need. I'll count the tiles on the floor, and even count the ones next door! And I will not say I am done, until the counting says I've WON! I will not let this vote count stand. I Do not like them, AlGore I am! post comment

[17 Nov 2000|05:26pm] [ mood | blah ] Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me. -Sarah Bernhardt I like this one... Heavens above! The reason why I'm so jealous is obvious enough! If you weren't so damned attractive physically, do you think my heart would beat almost to suffocation whenever I see you speak to someone? If you don't realise how attractive you are in that way, let me tell you, other people do, and have told me so... -Violet Trefussis I also like this one too... Oh, What good will writeing do? I want to put my hand out an touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick an lonesome. -Edith Wharton If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replyg "Because is was he; because it was me." -Michel de Montaigne Time and space and body were te very things that brought us together; the telephone wires by which we communicated. -C.S. Lewis post comment

[16 Nov 2000|06:33pm] [ mood | blah ] There is only one situation I can think of which men and women make an effort to read better then they usually do. When they are in love and reading a love letter, they read for all they are worth. They read every word three ways; they read beteen the lines in the margins... Then, if never before or after they read. -Mortimer J. Adler Ask the child why it is born; ask the flower why it blossoms, ask the sun why it shines. I love you because I must love you -George Upton Never did I believe there could be such utter happiness in this world, such a feeling of unity between two mortal beings. I love you, those words have my life them. -Alexandra And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly that I thought even you could have toughed me--my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything... -Elizaberth Barrett Browing All that you are, al that I owe to you justifies my locw, and nothing, not even you, would keep me from adoring you. -Marquis de Lafayette My fav one... I did not know I loved you till I heard myself telling you so--for one instant I thought "Good God, what have I said?" and then I knew it was the truth. -Bertrand Russell 2 comments|post comment

Words of a Child... [16 Nov 2000|04:38am] [ mood | sad ] Teddy, I've been bad again, My Mommy told me so, I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, But I thought that you might know. When I woke up this morning, I knew that she was mad, Cause she was crying awful hard, And yelling at my dad. I tried my best to be real good, And do just what she said, I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt, When she yelled at me to hurry, And I guess she didn't hear me, When I told her I was sorry. Cause she hit me awful hard, you see, And called me funny names, And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed. When I said, "I love you, Mommy," I guess she didn't understand, Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth. Or I'd get smacked again. So I came up here to talk to you, Please tell me what to do, Cause I really love my Mommy, And I know she loves me, too. And I don't think my Mommy means, To hit me quite so hard I guess sometimes, grown ups forget. How really big they are. So Teddy, I wish you were real, And you weren't just a bear, Then you could help me find a way. To tell Mommies every where. To please try hard to understand. How sad it makes us feel, Cause the outside pain soon goes a way, But the inside never heals. And if we could make them listen, Maybe then they'd understand, So other children just like me, Wouldn't have to hurt again. But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight, And pretend the pain's not there, I know you'd never hurt me, So Goodnight, Teddy Bear... post comment

told ya i was a bitch... [14 Nov 2000|03:21pm] [ mood | bitchy ] post comment

wOw! [14 Nov 2000|02:14am] [ mood | weird ] post comment

hehe i got an award! [14 Nov 2000|01:36am] [ mood | dorky ] post comment

Say these ten times each.... [11 Nov 2000|09:26pm] [ mood | confused ] I Know You Know I Knew You Know You Knew I Know What I knew I Know What really you know which is what I knew but really know without knowing but knew with out knewing and knowing post comment

Blonde Jokes! [11 Nov 2000|09:07pm] [ mood | flirty ] Q: How do you get a blonde to marry you? A: Tell her she's pregnant. Q: How do you know a blond likes you? A: She screws you two nights in a row. Q: Why is a blonde like Australia? A: They're both down under, and no one cares. Q: Why are only 2% of blondes touch-typists? A: The rest are hunt'n peckers. Q: What do you call a blond mother-in-law? A: An air bag. Q: Why are blonde's coffins Y-shaped? A: Because as soon as they are on their backs, their legs open. Q: Why do Blondes wear earmuffs? A: To avoid the draft. Q: Why do blondes get confused in the ladies room? A: They have to pull their own pants down. Q: Why do blondes wear panties? A: To keep their ankles warm. Q: What do blondes do for foreplay? A: Remove their underwear. Q: What's the mating call of the blonde? A: "I'm *sooo* drunk!" Q: What is the mating call of the ugly blonde? A: (Screaming) "I said: I'm drunk!" Q: What's the mating call of the brunette? A1: "All the blondes have gone home!" A2: Has that blonde gone yet? A3: When is that blond bitch going to leave!? Q: Why do blondes work seven days a week? A: So you don't have to retrain them on Monday post comment

My fav song in the whole world! [11 Nov 2000|04:05pm] [ mood | lonely ] [ music | Nothing Compares 2 U ( Sinead O'Connor ) ] Nothing Compares 2 U ( Sinead O'Connor ) It's been seven hours and fifteen days Since you took your love away I go out every night and sleep all day Since you took your love away Since you been gone I can do whatever I want I can see whomever I choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant But nothing ... I said nothing can take away these blues, 'Cause nothing compares ... Nothing compares to you It's been so lonely without you here Like a bird without a song Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling Tell me baby where did I go wrong? I could put my arms around every boy I see But they'd only remind me of you I went to the doctor guess what he told me Guess what he told me? He said, girl, you better have fun No matter what you do But he's a fool ... 'Cause nothing compares ... Nothing compares to you ... All the flowers that you planted, mama In the back yard All died when you went away I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard But I'm willing to give it another try 'Cause nothing compares ... Nothing compares to you ... post comment

[11 Nov 2000|01:57pm] [ mood | bored ] 1. What time is it? 2:00 2. Name as it appears on your birth certificate: Angela Renee Bean "I know wweird last name" 3. Parent's names: Brenda and Louie 4. Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake? 16 5. Date that you regularly blow them out: February 15th 6. Pets: 1 taco bell doggy names "Tiny" or "little bit" which ever you wanna call him lol 7. Height: 5'8 8. Eye colour: Blueish green 9. Hair Colour: light blonde/brown at first but now its yellow lol or so it looks it to me sometimes. Since Ashley an I had a brite "not spelled right" idea at 2:00 in the morning instead up pulling the hair out of the cap or the highlight kit. Ashley an I just stuck the whole color stuff on my head lol Oh Well 10. Piercing: nope 11. Tattoos: nope 12. How much do you love your job? Haven't started yet. I need to call them today... 13. Birthplace: Somerset, Ky 14. Current Residence: McCeary Co, Ky 15. Had the drink Calypso Breeze?: nope 16. Been in love before?: Yup 17. Been to Africa?: lol no 18. Been toilet-papering?: Not recently 19. Been drunk: Of course :) Hopefully tonight or tomorrow. 20. Loved somebody so much it made you cry?: Oh hell yes 21. Been in a car crash?: Not a serious one. 22. 2 doors or 4 doors on your car? I'd have to get a car first. 23. Coke or Pepsi: MOUNTAIN DEW!!!!! 24. Coffee or Coffee Ice cream: Neither 25. Blanket or Stuffed Animal: Both 26. Salad: Any type. 27. Colour of socks: white 28. Favourite Number: 45611 29. Place to be kissed: The neck :) lol 30. Movie: Blair Witch 31. Quote from a movie: "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" 32. Foods: Hot Ham an Cheese from Arby's an Burger King's french fries Yum! :) 37. Favorite Day of the Week: Friday or Sat 38. Song at the moment: Say my Name = Destenys Child 39. Word or Phrases: 'okies dokie pokie' lol 40. Toothpaste: Mentadent 41. Restaurant: umMmmMMm ask me later 42. Flower: Sterling Silver Roses 43. Least Favorite Subject: History 44. Alcoholic Drink: Vodka or Heaven Hill 45. Sport to Watch: Basketball or football 46. Type of Ice Cream: Chaloute "cant' spell it right" =( 47. Favorite Zoo Exhibit: dunno 48. Sesame Street Character: (i'll change it to Disney) Eeyore 49. Disney or Warner bros.: Disney 50. Fast Food Restaurant: Arby's or Burger King 51. When was your last hospital visit? afew weeks ago 52. What colour is your bedroom's carpet: purple 53. What was the name of your childhood blanket? dun remember but it was a green lol 54. What do you think of Ouija boards? kewl 55. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Hopefully as a successful secartory or whatever... 56. Have you ever been convicted of a crime? Well..not convicted anyway :) 57. Which single store would you choose to max your credit card: UmMmm lemme think about that one... 58. What do you do most often when you are bored?: Talk online 59. What words or phrases do you overuse?: 'ohhh or okie dokie pokie' 60. Name the person that you are friends with that lives the farthest away? Probably John 61. Bedtime: Depends. Sometimes I stay up all night and sleep during the day but last night I went to bed at like 2:00 or so. I was a good girl :) 62. What time is it now? 2:20 post comment

This is sad.... [04 Nov 2000|01:10am] [ mood | sad ] Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life "twas the right side of town." She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleepovers, and parties; she was so happy, It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school, you'd have to be a clout, And dating this guy would sure help out. There was only one problem stopping her fate, Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with friends that night. Her parents frowned but said "all right." Excited, she got ready for the big event, But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guility about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a midnight ride? Well, the pizza was good, and the party was great, But the midnight ride would have to wait. For Jeff was half drunk by this time, But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point, But only after he'd smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the midnight ride, Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally, made it to the point at last, And Jeff started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.) "Perhaps my parents were right. . .maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?" With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away: "Please take me home, I don't want to stay." Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas, In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let me go home, I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a midnight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash, "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard "Call an ambulance! these kids are in trouble!" Voices she heard. . .a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars included in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right? And if the people in the other car were alive? She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad, "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad" These voices echoed inside her head As they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do, But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God forgive me for what I"ve done, I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And I wish I could return their families to them." "Tell mom and dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to bid that girl her last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car, were her Mom and Dad" post comment

wise words.... [01 Nov 2000|03:28pm] [ mood | amused ] when someone upsets you, did you know that it takes 42 muscles in your mouth to frown, but it only takes 4 muscles to raise up your arm and bitchslap that mutherfucker right in his mouth. post comment

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