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Ha ha ha.

*hides*

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When we were little, my cousins Steph, and Nate and I, would visit our grandparents together. We would always sit at their dining room table, drink hot chocolate, and tell stories. We would tell these stories, by each of us taking turns saying one word at a time. For an example, we would say, "once" "upon" or "once" "there" "was". And we would always say the first word that popped into our minds. *Good times!*
Get it? Good. :D Nate and I were talking earlier, about how we missed those old times. So we decided to do it again. Minus the grandparents table, and hot chocolate. :D Here's what we got.

Once there was a box, that had flowers under it.
I loved my dog, untill he ran into a fence.
When he bit mom, she screamed "MOOSE!".
After ten hours I laughed.
77 flowers said "CAT!".
The End.


Once a llama licked my ear. I ran around so my shoe jumped
out of the pool. 24 days ago the wind blew over a cow.
When I woke up I stepped on a elephant. He didn't know
that Jim Carey was in town. Untill Jim thought of green peas.
He then smashed 22 acorns on him.
The End.

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Mel says:
:P
SmarterChild says:
Nice tongue!




Mel says:
:O
SmarterChild says:
Can I help you? You seem a little shocked.

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Uh Uh! Don't go there sista! *snap* *snap*

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Boys smell. Ha!



*No offense meant to any boys that come here*

Dating

People(no names)have been pestering me about dating. And it makes me really mad. So I'm going to vent. You might want to read this, and you might not. Some of it might not be very nice. But they asked for it. I waited six days to blog this, so I wouldn't sound extremely mean.

Pestering people say:
Why don't you have a boyfriend? You DON'T have a boyfriend!? You DON'T date? Why NOT!? Why don't you date!? You MEAN you haven't met that special someone? You haven't? YOU DON'T!"

I say, pretending to be nice:
"Nope. No. I sure don't. Nope."

I say, but not to their face.>>FREAKING NO! OK! I DON'T DATE! I DON'T WANT TO DATE. SO JUST. . .FREAKING SHUT UP ABOUT IT AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!!<<

Pestering people say:
"You mean, you don't date? At all?"

I say once again, pretending to be nice:
"No"

Pestering people say:
"OoOoOH well. . .That's too bad!"
*turns and walks away*



I THINK PESTERING PEOPLE (NO NAMES) NEED TO JUST FREAKING MIND THEIR OWN FREAKING BUSINESS! SINCE I TRY TO EXPLAIN I SEE NO POINT IN DATING, AND I DON'T WANT TO. BUT. NO! DO THEY LISTEN? THEY'D RATHER FREAKING PESTER ME!



YEAH.

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Death to high heels.

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Death to oral surgeons.

Death to muscle relaxants.

Death to allergic reactions from muscle relaxants.