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I hope this stops soon. must be hard to live with. Like the song. cheesey award for you. ^.^

I completeley agree, only date someone you know well. I never really fall for someone at all unless they are a good friend. (by the way, i did figure out who i really do like. The first one wa just some stupid idea of mine made while i was still sort of upset about my one friend where, well, you know the story.) But I have had friends who think that random relationships work better. (my one friend though got a nice bofriend that way at the beginning of the year, they are still together and i have never seen them argue in a serious way at all.

If I had a submarine, it would be yellow.

Aye. *turns out random octupus was me in disguise* *undisguises* *totally pwns t3h pirate de lose*

Yes, but just to make fun of it.

I'm listening to the survivor finale.

Hm...nothing here, and everything seems fine from my mom's end. There's a lovely sunset outside though, which strikes me as odd seeing as I only got up about two hours ago. You're getting on my schedule... nocturnal! LOL I had no power struggles. I didn't think you would... the power rests with your parents. *snide snicker is heard* Wait, the cat sleeps in my parent's room... so my cat is the power?

You are so beautiful!!! Ian looks like he is a conductor of a major philharmonic! The cookie looks good enough to eat and the fire truck... that would have scared me. LOL Aw, thank you! Ian isn't the conductor of the philharmonic, but he's performing with them in a few days in NYC (I'm going to see his concert with my family ) The gingerbread cookie was good enough to eat, and is long gone. And yeah, I was mildly disturbed. The sounds of blaring sirens contrasted rather oddly with my happy peaceful Christmas music. Please correct me if I am wrong, you said Ian sung opera. Tenor or Bass? He looks like a Tenor. LOL Something about sirens does not really work with a Santa and Christmas music. I do agree!!! Yup, he sings opera too. He sings lots of things. I would have guessed tenor as well, but he's actually a bass, and he has a gorgeous voice. (but then again, by the time you're a junior at a choir college, I would hope you can sing well) @MK, Thank you! I'm not so sure about the statement in the parenthesis... I guess you have not watched too many episodes of American Idol or Nashville Star. Some of these people are way past college and can not sing a note. LOL Of course, they certainly did NOT attend a Choir College. LOL I watch american idol only for the horibble singers. xD

Cheesemaster, who decided to join in the writing, started typing a small story thing. Suddenly, a tree suddenly attacked me and i suddenly decided to suddenly put suddenly before every verb. Suddenly, i stopped puting that word in at all. Then the apocalypse happened. Cheesey saw a soda can rocking around. He used a 1-hit KO move on the can, and out popped Mk. She found her color, but it wasn't visible due to the fact that it had a wavelength that the human eyes couldn't register it 'cause it was so unbelieveably awesome. He then painted a picture using it, and became a multi-infinity-aire.

Well, i lowered my posts per page, cause that made the fatal errors less common.

Hm...nothing here, and everything seems fine from my mom's end. There's a lovely sunset outside though, which strikes me as odd seeing as I only got up about two hours ago. You're getting on my schedule... nocturnal! LOL I had no power struggles.

What ended up happening with the money? =O And what started that fight? o.O Glad yur back. ^.^

Nobody knows why the pickle likes Emily the Strange. That is because She doesn't like to eat bugs. Anyway, the pickle murdered the cucumber. The cucumber's name was Harry Cubby McBubbbub. He decided to ride his unicyle to the Big Evil Supermart. He bought a money bag. However, the money was Moneylovers wife, And ate pie. But poisoned pie. So, Moneylover died, Then died again. After the continuous dying, he stopped eating the penguins. He disliked innards, Like a lot. But that's okay as he was addicted to the smell of the dancing leprechaun on excess cow poo. When he finished sniffing the poo, He drank Cherry-Coke, and then he died. They buried him in Cow poo.So everyone else slept in the cow poo again. So this ended When we all said bye to cow poo... again. Then TBFOF became the richest boy with two noses and five tongues. and he died. The bugs came, ate his arm, and regurgitated them. TBFOF then revived! Now he's puke. MW stepped in some cow poo. So she barfed. And TBFOF lived no more, ever.The poor kid needs a bath Or a shower. No, a coffin. Hygeine is good. That's why I'm taking a shower in some poo. So i smelled like moldy gorgonzola. More poo... yup. And then we ran to the Boobah home base! The crowds went "TAKE A SHOWER!" Then you went to a store with a bathroom and many watermelons. Mushroom_king spazzed out when she saw a vampire pickle that danced and sang like a very rabid squirrel named Skwerlhugger Will. The squirrel then danced like pickles in the rain wearing cowboy boots with a fedora. Then the beast started to dance on people's heads, then got keelingyoudead'ed. With a million the people said. So they ouched and fell down. Suddenly, a giant chocolate chip kookie squished them with cow poo And a Hippo. That had much diamond bracelets with unwanted body hair. The hippo's name was Larry King. But it ate my computer's harddrive while doing a headstand on a Hoops' awesome head. Now she has feeling very, very cow poo-like. oopsie poopsie toes. And also very in cowboy boots and a hat that greatly resembled A big pineapple with fluffernutter ears and puppydog eyes and arachnid limbs. then it fell In Cow poo. Then it died. The fecomaniacal zombie had some pie. A cow pie. And then MW barked up the cherry micicle tree till cow poo fell on her ZEEKY BOOGY DOOG and the hydrogen bomb blew up. Raining giant cupcakes that resembled big orange slippery potatoes. Alas, they were slimy, smelly slugs and cow poo that just died. due to a lack of some orange flavored jello with double cheese and some pants in its face. then an explosion of pure Phazon which mutated into a marshmellow of sticky, yummy explosions Of much doom. which caused economic skyrockets in the purple pulsating sky of planet SR388. Which has thirty-one hunter-class Metroids and they stunk like moldy brie. But its okay Because Emily the elephant earred octopus isn't a Metroid. And it sucked Horatio's brain out. However, Meta-Ridley swoops like a rock Onto Kraid who decides to sing. Everyone went deaf and danced a silly little jig of fatal doom in a runaway ambulance that was on teh highway heading towards Luigi's half-way existing mansion and Mario's house, when all-of-a-sudden Bowser came and ate Mario's very favorite rabid rabbit pie and Cow poo. Causing the ambulance's red siren to make blatting noises while blood was turned into Soda that tasted like EXPLOSIONS OF DOOM. This caused economic backfire across the marshmellow jellied cherries and the moon made of cheese. Rotten, smelly cheese that has been in outer space for ten minutes. Then the monkey ate a bananana that was poisned. And then he started running in your general direction. So I headed away, over there into a tube, out of danger hidden underneath a steaming heap of roasted sunflower seeds that someone farted into outer space. by sunflower seeds, Then they exploded. The TARDIS landed that killed everyone. Then the aliens Of the family-Slitheen all died miserable slow, agonizing and very horrible deaths. So we vanquished an entire bowl of cow poo. I then materialised into our digestive systems. And he exploded. Beware the were-rabbit who just might be your next small chicken pie, with mashed potatoes and purple gravy. So do not consider eating the cinesra with toast and pickled marzipan. Rather eat pickled, pickled marzipan? Yum... Marzipan is delectable. Unlike Horatio's sunflower, which is very purple and chunky with edinayc flavoured, whipped cream covered strawberry flavored clams. In other news, someone tried them with Metroid Sprinkles. They were yummy. So they had a close encounter with some poo. Chocolate marshmallow poo covered with almonds, pecans, walnuts, peanuts, blueberrys, ants and explosive mushrooms of ancient Roman origin. We then put sonic, shadow, knuckles in small plastic bags covered in faux aligator skin. Then TBFOF sang Speed of Sound with a bottle filled with delicious yummy cheese wiz. When he finished designing birthday cakes he exploded over then he sold the excellent cakes to Israeli spies to explode them. The Israeli spies with extreme yumminess of great doom causing small hats in the shape of a sword which prods people to spontaneously combust, to lead a band in pressure points. After cleaning ELE's hairy underarms, she scratched her bum causing temproal destruction and itchless bum syndrome. Toilets flew into Horatio, injuring his only pickle. Pickle was buried in Hot Topic. Robot Bob Barker was then shot In Limetid too by Dr.Watson's hat. Emily the strange and Ruby Gloom sat inside a giant cow "pie" driving pea-shaped cars. The cow gravy was part of a very odorous, Horrid Meat Grinder. An exquisite corpse did a funky and revived itself using a Phoenix with music by anyone but Pink-Floyd and lemon-demon. Yogurt was very Stoopid after the crash made newspaper headlines, but nobody cared, because ZZ Top and the Yogurt were in the tabloids with False Accusations. Summarized, everything is Squeaky Guinea Pigs and RootBeer Floats. Flesh-eating bacteria took over, then aliens from Mars and Trent The Brunette disliked being insulted. Twenty thousand weasles saw Totoro's cat-bus arrive because he's crazy and wanted to eat club crackers, ride around town and drink rootbeer with Vera Lynn. Not to mention Bush was there wearing a makeshift lampshade made of Osama-Bin-Laden's hair and Cow poo. He was attacked and went back to the pickle and Spongbob Squarepants. Vanilla Star Hamster fails to appear in this story but writes her a screaming Howler stating that TGHL, the pesky Phoenix, was also Superman dressed in a flying carpet hat and a hairy giant toupee thingy. On his feet were marshmallow candles surrounded by magenta lightsaber weilding ninjas and invisable, massless objects. Made of balloons and filled with arsenic, TGHL's feet scratched a giant mountain made of puos pin tac and big rubber hamster swimming caps. The Mountain was named 'Mt. Whatthe after the question' and had two scraggley craggely peaks with purple cherries and Evil Teachers. Due to malfunctions roaming the landscape Arkcher The UNPIRATE, glad he wasn't a Smily, was a . Andy the Emo wrote a song about crying over life, the universe, and everything. Stupid and worthless Preppies decided murder was afoot. "OMG!!!!!!" They said. Then Jackalope Bob, suddenly felt very dead. The Preppies tried to murder MK's massive signature and smiley. Everyone hates the orange marching mosquitos that drink OJ and like to sing "Body Language" by Invision CodeRed which is not the best song or the smelliest. Some Squashed Flies destroyed the hat of assorted feces and chocolate goodness. Emily the Strange returned with Chickens fried in poo and covered with spam. Looking for a way to poo, they ate her. The beast and Dr. Hoogeywackawoowoo and her little dog too caused volcanic eruptions. Space and time were torn asunder by faceless Children with meat grinders, purple combat wombats and pogo sticks made of rotten, weezing Stick figures which smelled like Dior's Pure Poison. MK's massive signature which occupied three-hundred-eighty-two-million handicapped parking spaces, Gerald Scarfe Animations, MGM studios and Stephen King's imagination, and a monkey. The monkey died. We had monkey kill Stephen King who narrowly escaped by eating his own poisoned sunflower seed and Peter Griffin. MK's signature died and everyone rejoiced. Mk killed everyone except for Trent, TGHL and Horatio and us Hampsterdancers. Yeah, man. We decided to form The Mushroom Army. The boy with Immovable hair isnt very great. At all. So MK keelingyoudeaded Arkcher. Trent got Keelyoudead by Val hawyn who later ate Trent. MK cried because she had a broken meat-grinder. Val Hawyn vomited up Trent dramatically. He is puking a berger. Then Lynryd Skynryd performed an odd dance for Astronomy Domine and a hat. CHAPTER 2!!!! Anyways, the pickle Got Vodka'd badly by Emily, who Trentnapped Mk's crush. But we don't think about anything like Bergers, or hot Cream-of-Mushroom soup. We hope Mushroom_King likes rerererererererefried beans. Exponential AK-47s were stolen using the chaos theory by some cheese and the evil dumptruck warfare tactics. Incidentally, no-one's posting because Max is taking too long eating beef cubes to be healed through Clazzik's philosiphy. Consequently, mercury lasagna flung itself at the purple man-eating monkeys made of cow and llama poo. Philosophical underwear proposterously found MK's broken heart, and silently wept. That was wierd for Trent, so, he lieked berger, punch, and Pie with whipped cream, walnuts in fudge-sauce. Whatever, man. Instead, combo number five liked Eric Clapton. Shrunken heads flew into brick trees at the concert of The Doors. Jim Morrison said, "john, jacob, jinkelheimer-schmidt", followed by "Wrong, do it again!". A war began between cheese, squirrels, and Classic Rockers with pies. Emily joined the killing, fluffy bunny grenades exploded on Bush. That was fun. Then cheney shot and after that, we added four words and then some, without deleting quotes, bacon! Luigi's Mansion was eaten by Chuck Norris and "Weird Al" Yankovic in a contest about building man-eating contest stadium with Game Boy Advances and leprechaun flavored Megaman X Clones. They were poo, solidified, calcified poo! But that's not the least of it, if you count bumping the topic and tasty pasta. Since nobody's adding, MK found Trent under the Mistletoe. Chickens kissed pies that arn't 133t enough to be magenta dancing hippopotami. Foreigner, Rush, R.E.M and Pink Floyd all died somehow. Arkcher died for adding that. Too many words...

I haven't had any snow yet. ;.;

'Tis great work! Cheesey award for you!

You are not sent over without any training whatsoever. You get the basics. Okay. Same difference. So, i get basic training, handed a gun, and get told "good luck." Then, I'm over in Iraq, first military encounter, I panic, and then bamf, I'm dead. Not a great idea.

There was once a chunk o' cheese. He went into a topic, and was suddenly confused by the idiocy it contained. This spurred the cheese into suddenly going on a weasel stomping rampage, until local authorities gave him everything he ever wanted, a padded room and a comfortable [straight] jacket. He broke out of there, though, and continued to wonder how long it would be until the previous day would finally come around. The Beginning.

Like i have said before, I think he just wants the benefits of a relationship without the responsibility or obligations that come along with it. I think he wants to be "friends with benefits."

Hah, strangely enough, coincidences are quite prominent... There are 74 pages in this topic. xD

Draft = bad. I know that I, personally, would just be a burden if I were to go over there, due to my lack of any training. The last thing we need is thousands of incompetant people half-trying to win a war they don't want.

Well, I have a good pair of sony headphones, but they have a long, yet durable cord. As in, they have been roolled over in my rolly compy chair many times, and they still work fine.

lol that reminds me of the time a bunch of the kids from Jazz band were just staring at our music teacher as he ate a piece of pizza. He didn't get it either. I sat there laughing at the kids that were staring at him. People dont make sense these days. ... But thats what keeps things interesting. =D Unless its as unnerving as having a table of people stare at you eating a pancake. Thats a bit beyond interesting. honestly, i have no clue what is going obn here. they are crazy. o.O

It's supposed to get up into the 50's for the rest of the week. And it's December... Don't get too excited. It is a trick to lure you all in thinking you will not have any snow for Christmas. Then... POW!!! A Blizzard on Christmas Eve. I wouldn't mind one of those!

the radio.

On the "comments" section on my score sheet they wrote "please don't tap your foot." ..hollowed by "practice with a metronome." Which I found contradictory. How does tapping your foot NOT help maintain your rhythm? (For the record yes, I did practice with a metronome). I dunno, they are freaks.