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To be a thinker is to think like a thinker which would mean I am not a thinker because I don't think like a thinker who thinks because you must think if you're a thinker who thinks. Therefore I am not a thinker.

If I were a man who saw a saw and sawed into the object being sawed then the saw would saw the object being sawed which is being sawed and would be sawed into two sawed halves. Therefore the sawed halves have never been sawed.

When I was a man a man withought care I cared because a man who doesn't care cares, so I write. A caring man is a man who writes a man to death because the death of the man was brought on by the man who cares but who plotted the death? Only the uncaring man which makes not sense.......so who killed the man?

-Jesse Roland Allan

Friday, July 30, 2010

Mii LOLZ

LOLOL SO! Danny was over the other day and I said HEY! lets make some new Miis on my Wii sooooooo WE MADE SAM, CARLA AND DANNY.....And MEE!!!! SAM was an OMF because we could find her air or eyes tutututututut lol but we called her sam anyways xD CARLA we got spot on!!!! LOLOLOL we made her really short : 3 With love? >:)) Lol, I SWEAR WE GOT EVERYTHING ON YOU GIZ!! LOL, and then we Did danny who ended up looking like Peter Choa xDDD CHOW OUTSIDE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!! Lol, I guess it doesn't really matter right? As long as the mii looked asian then it would basically look like danny xDD LOLOL SSSOOO RACIST : O I LOVE YOU DANNY NO HOMO!! : D LOL So we were like LOL LETS PLAY WII BASEBALL AND SEE WHAT CARLA LOOKS LIKE BATTIN!!!!! LOL and then all of a sudden you were REALLY TALL AND YOU HAD LEGS! Loooooll I was imagining if you were there then you would have been like "LOOK HOW TALL I AM" yeah you looked pretty fucking G xD I won't lie ahah. Anyway...it is 3:30 and I'm dying LOL I HAVE WORK TODAY SO NIGHT : ) I'll talk to you soon lol

NIGHT CARLA! HAVE AN AWESOME DAY! : D

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One More Hour: Susan! Shut Up!

Susan: It didn't quite look that way. It looked like you were going to rip his face in two. You remember what my mother use to say about tempers. They're no good for you, they'll cause you stress and...those terrible things. (sighs) Mother knew a great deal about stress. I remember the time she lost my father's finely pressed slacks. (Giggles) He got himself into quite the fit. They both did. Oh! That reminds me of a story, the one where I got “The Zit”. Oh my, it was dreadfully hideous. My mother tried to get me out of the house all day but I wouldn't budge. Then she told me that it was stress. “It does terrible things to you,” she said. (astonished) You know, that is exactly what she said! -Anyhow, I was so concerned about the way I looked-oh! (Sympathetically) You must be wondering why I was so concerned.
(sighs dreamily) Tom Henchstone, (George stares at her open jawed in disbelief as he shakes his head) you must remember him. What, I guess you don't. Anyhow, I was deeply in love with him, I longed for him, almost as dreamily as the men long for me- but, as I was saying I was so stressed that “The Zit” just appeared, mysteriously out of nowhere, just like that. “It does terrible things to you” my mother said. (giggles). (Sighs) Anyways, “the Zit” got so big it-

George: Susan.

Susan: Yes? (George Simply stares at her. Susan becomes astonished) I'm giving you valuable advice and you think it fine to suddenly cut me off in the middle of a-

George: Susan.

Susan: George!

George: Susan!

Susan: George!

George: Susan! Shut up!

One More Hour: Pathetic

Susan: George Ferdmann! How dare you speak-

George: SUSAN! Do women like you ever shut the hell up!?!

Susan: (Gasps. Very quietly) I thought your mother would have taught at least some respect-

George: My mother is probably the one that is on her knees begging my father for his money as we speak.

Susan: What horrible rubbish that comes out of your mouth. She is doing no such thing. She is probably dinning with the finest of neighbors at this very moment.

George: So you mean to say that the neighbors invited her over?

Susan: Yes, I think I do. You know as well as I do that she is very well liked by others.

George: You know that is not what I mean even in the slightest. She is a leech! That woman you call my mother always sent me to the neighbors for dinner-WHY?! She would have rather died then waste a cent of my fathers money and her “precious” time doing anything worthwhile for me! Her son! My mother is the epitome of a women without pride or dignity. Her soul is vile. Sorry, let me rephrase my conclusion. ALL women are vile!

Susan: (Tearing slightly) Then what am I?

(short silence)

George: Pathetic.

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