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mine is simple enough... To bring back the dead.

HES SO CUTE>>.. And so short... I think hes a legal midget or close to

I'll give her some recognition for being pretty.. But now... she looks like a horse... she got mirrors on her teeth... kindof icky... And Wolfie... Your disturbed... Hows the Countdown for Fanning going???

Kids are getting ddumber and dumber it seems. I cant imagine having a kid now, and i'm almost 16, let alone at 12...

lol. I also remember it like yesterday. I stumbled into an odd room because of my friend Danny and got invited here ... I havn't really been on much... at first nothing to say, and now i know no one. lol.

Did either of you happen to see United 93... It was .... different. Alot of it is just proving what alot of americans have been saying all along, that the president did nothing to stop any of the attacks from happening even after he had been told about the first bombing on the WTC. It goes to show his emense lake of intelligence when he says moronic stuff like this being WWIII

Amy is a godess... No really... Guys want to be with her and girls want to be her, sometimes vice versa. She has the most amazing voice out of anyone around today.

this game has been played so many times, lol. Loopy Bubblepants: i like it alot better than my real name, atleast people can say this

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pressure from society?? lol, those girls have life on a platter. They were skinny to begin with, now their just dumber than all hell.

Missing Period A kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little boy walked up to the front of the class made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down. Puzzled, the teacher asked him just what it was. "It's a period,'' said the little boy. "Well, I can see that,'' she said, ''but what is so exciting about a period?'' ''Damned if I know,'' said the little boy, ''but this morning my sister was missing one, Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted, and the man next door shot himself."

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? i dont know what it is about this poem, but itpulls me into it and sets me on a road of words flowing from my imagination, hope you enjoy it as well

heh, i would share on with chester and mike too, god they're so hot