Horatio

Then this is the best career for you!!!

You Cessna point only came out as a website address. Had to go. Sorry.

You are soooooooo bad!!!!!!

Even easier in big planes... they are all computerized.

Now, imagine having a career where you have fun when you go to work. I think I'll learn to fly and then consider if it's a good career for me. When do you think I could start learning? =O What I suggest is to take what is called "an introductory flight". This is where you go up with an instructor and see if you actually like being at the controls. As for when to begin, you can take lessons at any age, but I suggest starting when you are able to solo, which is age 16. Solo is when you kick the instructor out of the airplane and take it by yourself. The private pilot license requires a minimum of 35 to 40 hours, depending on what type of flight school you attend, and you can solo very soon after starting your lessons. If you like flying, there are lots of universities and colleges that offer an aviation degree and many in your state. That sounds so cool. Haha. First I should work on getting that drivers liscense and THEN try to convince my parents to get me lessons. XD Why? I learned how to fly before I ever drove. Haha, yeah, but I already don't think my parents would trust me to keep a car on the road, let alone a plane in the sky. XD Let's see, I need a good comeback for that. Give me some time. The coffee is just brewing. LOL

In the mud were three little moldy bread loaves, all of which loved to play shun the non-believer, in which we ate pickles and shun the nun on the run with a gun who was stunned when a ton of some fun, some dumb fun, with nun's stun-guns and bad puns, eating hot-cross buns with your mum who weighs two-tons of no fun ate a carrot. Chewing gum monsters were coming through your mind. Suddenly, a piggy came and ate your I less-than-three pigs Siggy. We all lived in a hard boiled egg where the yolk was always on the run

LOL I thought you would like her response. LOL *hands Mushroom_king a couple of cheese cubes on triscuits* Ew, I hate Triscuits. o_o I'd rather save Cheesy. How about on a Ritz? LOL It's already too late for Cheesemaster, he is in cubes. LOL *~*The Grand Illusion*~*The Final Cut*~* Yes, but I have friend here with me... His name... Is... CHUCK NORRIS! *~*The Psychedelic Luau*~*The Astronomy Domine*~* *hands Chuck some cheese cubes on Ritz crackers*

I'll have to think on that one! You really give out tough assignments.

I am sorry that your father feels he needs to read your online words. Perhaps he really needs to see your feelings where you say "I hate being forced to do this!". Although, I am not sure it would sink in, your father needs to realize you are not a little boy, but a really cool, intelligent, guy with feelings. I will say, that in all the time I have known you, you have never written anything bad, never been out of line, never done anything you should be ashamed of. On the contrary, you have been one step above. Your posts are always well written, full of thought and exhibiting your personality and a terrific sense of humor. It is my birthday wish for you, that your father allow you to be the phenomenal person you are and quit looking into your personal business. I am truly sorry Jesse.

Maturity... that's something that might not happen for him until he is out of college. LOL As for being #2, you will have to train him. Part of it is not always being available for him when it is convenient for him. For example, if he says he will meet you at a particular time. Give him 10 or 15 minutes, then go off and do whatever it is you plan to do. But do not be available. What this is all about is respecting yourself. When he shows up, you will be gone. It may take some training, but he will realize that if he makes plans with you, that you will not sit around and wait until it is convenient for him to show up. For example, when he takes off to be with his bud, don't be waiting for him when he decides to return to you. Do something else. Respect yourself and your time and other people will learn to do the same. Yeah, I think most of those were just temporary resolvable things. XD I think I'm just not used to the guy actually having a desire to hang out with friends other than just mine. XD And I thought about "training" him and I tried it today. Seems to be working already, though one thing in particular changed a lot in his view on how important I am. =D Well. Basically all of lunch my friend and I were arguing with him about politics. Because, well, basically he's got really odd opinions that we really didn't like. XD He says he doesn't think that teens should be worrying about politics. And we were like, no, be prepared for when you need an opinion. And then about my friend's opinion of making bomb shelters and being prepared for nuclear weapons, he was like, we shouldn't be so paranoid and stuff. And we're like. No, it's called being prepared for stuff so you don't worry. And finally what was really important to this and got my friend and I fired up was his opinion on how females should not be president. And we basically had a lot of argument to that, and it ended up in me being really mad at him and refusing to even hug him before he left for woodshop after lunch. So after school I end up meeting up with him to hang out as I usually do and so he's like. Yeah. Let's not let this get in the way of our relationship, blah blah blah. And basically he was begging me to forgive him, and even though I was like, well. He's got a rediculous opinion. I just hugged him in the middle of his talking, before he made a further fool of his self and kissed him on the cheek to shut him up. And because he was just being so danged cute. XD Even though he's taller and muscular. He was being the cute one. And so like. It ended up hilarious. And then as we were just standing there all cute-like, we kissed. =D And it wasn't like. That brief kiss that was a total freaked out accident. It was a really nice one. And I was happy. =D Sounds like you really know how to stop a guy in his tracks. I still cannot understand how a young person does not think politics are important. What does he expect when he is old enough to vote? That all the information will just come to him in a totally comprehensive manner? But on the other hand, if he doesn't think women should be president, then perhaps we don't want him voting.

Now, imagine having a career where you have fun when you go to work. I think I'll learn to fly and then consider if it's a good career for me. When do you think I could start learning? =O What I suggest is to take what is called "an introductory flight". This is where you go up with an instructor and see if you actually like being at the controls. As for when to begin, you can take lessons at any age, but I suggest starting when you are able to solo, which is age 16. Solo is when you kick the instructor out of the airplane and take it by yourself. The private pilot license requires a minimum of 35 to 40 hours, depending on what type of flight school you attend, and you can solo very soon after starting your lessons. If you like flying, there are lots of universities and colleges that offer an aviation degree and many in your state. That sounds so cool. Haha. First I should work on getting that drivers liscense and THEN try to convince my parents to get me lessons. XD Why? I learned how to fly before I ever drove.

LOL I thought you would like her response. LOL *hands Mushroom_king a couple of cheese cubes on triscuits* Ew, I hate Triscuits. o_o I'd rather save Cheesy. How about on a Ritz? LOL It's already too late for Cheesemaster, he is in cubes. LOL

This is Horatio. I took this picture because I like patterns in nature.

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 brought back Sheena who brought some-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! JEFF TROPHIES! They died due to Joey Ramone violently smashing their. Alphaville's "Forever Young" brought back memories. Nachos, Nachos, Nachos, MW loves nachos. Especially the ones signed by Bob, moosey's sanity, duh. Netgear makes routers with Bob Dylan. My spleen has suddenly erupted with Diet Dr. Pepper which made me just sorta die. illudium Q-36 space [AWND AHNULD SWATZAHNAYGEH] modulator with bugs got Ninja-Pirate'd Joey-Ramone-ishly fish. Monkey bread. George Thorogood and. Weird periods are taking over the entire entity of

LOL I thought you would like her response. LOL *hands Mushroom_king a couple of cheese cubes on triscuits*

LOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the pics!!!!

I was going to reply, but I always am the first to reply. STELLAR !!!!!! yeah. but I dont really matter who its from. XD Comments from Horatio are always nice. Thanks for saying so. I can see you put quite a bit of work into your sprites.

Are you talking signature or post? If you are talking post, you can do it via the Choose File on the bottom right. I was talking about the siggy. D= Well, I am not sure why you are having a problem because Dog lover just uploaded a lot of pics to her siggy yesterday.

You are going to be cold today! LOL

Maturity... that's something that might not happen for him until he is out of college. LOL As for being #2, you will have to train him. Part of it is not always being available for him when it is convenient for him. For example, if he says he will meet you at a particular time. Give him 10 or 15 minutes, then go off and do whatever it is you plan to do. But do not be available. What this is all about is respecting yourself. When he shows up, you will be gone. It may take some training, but he will realize that if he makes plans with you, that you will not sit around and wait until it is convenient for him to show up. For example, when he takes off to be with his bud, don't be waiting for him when he decides to return to you. Do something else. Respect yourself and your time and other people will learn to do the same.

Now, imagine having a career where you have fun when you go to work. I think I'll learn to fly and then consider if it's a good career for me. When do you think I could start learning? =O What I suggest is to take what is called "an introductory flight". This is where you go up with an instructor and see if you actually like being at the controls. As for when to begin, you can take lessons at any age, but I suggest starting when you are able to solo, which is age 16. Solo is when you kick the instructor out of the airplane and take it by yourself. The private pilot license requires a minimum of 35 to 40 hours, depending on what type of flight school you attend, and you can solo very soon after starting your lessons. If you like flying, there are lots of universities and colleges that offer an aviation degree and many in your state.

I was going to reply, but I always am the first to reply. STELLAR !!!!!!

Mushroom_king will enjoy the company!!! I am glad the puppy pics are large, this was we can see their little faces. What kind of dog is the black and white one? border collie... BTW right now im listening to an actual record of elton john's captain fantastic & the brown dirt cowboy....:-) btw again when i was looking for an elton john picture for my siggy, there were so many different ones! i swear he looks different in every picture... Adorable border collie! When you have such a long and successful career, you have lots of pics.

How sad!!! I thought you had two stellar entries!!! I thought Schimmislick and Mega Wolf should have tied for first place and Hubert came in third.

Mushroom_king will enjoy the company!!! I am glad the puppy pics are large, this was we can see their little faces. What kind of dog is the black and white one?