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It all started when I began huffing gas at the age of 13 because I moved out to the country (bum fucking egypt [the closest town is 10 miles through corn one way and consists of every bit of 600 people]) where the civilian ratio is low which leads to less tax dollars which then creates no funding for education. Here I am 14 years old, been huffing gas on a daily basis for about 6 months in a town full of ignorant rednecks when I get invited to a motorcycle gang party. I go to the party, get waaaay to drunk (fingered the head honcho's daughter on a hay-ride and got slapped by a hippie) and hop in the truck with my buddies who are 14 and way to drunk as well. We see a deer and chas it through a field only to be stopped abruptly by a ditch which created an impact of my head off of the windshield, spiderwebbing the whole motherfucker (my hair was still in the glass the next day). I brush it off like its cool and continue to do bad mixtures of stupid drugs because all of the good drugs (lsd, heroin, pcp, cocaine, ex, shrooms) are all no where to be found in bum fucking egypt. I partied hardy from 14-18 as well as continuing to smack my head of many things such as the overhang that going down the stairs (I hate the motherfucker, I always smack the top of my head where it splits right on the corner... all I can do is drop to my knees and say, "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!") We also used to pass eachother out a lot. A LoT. Air duster too...

First things first. You grab your torpedo rifle and destroy monsters to your left and right.. sprint foward in a scared little girl fashion, then shoot monsters to your rear and south eastern direction.

Breath hard.. take a breather.. run foward off a blind cliff and fall into a pile of soft rubber-like foam substance.. struggle to get out.

It's like quick sand!!! You can't get out!!

There will be monsters to your left and right.. grap your slime covered torpedo rifle and shoot at the ground blasting you 200 feet in the air and you'll land gently on an over hang.

From there, you can see the closest exit. Draw a map and jump back down. Watch out for monsters to your left.

My Grandma's dog. (and a crawling baby cousin)


Peanut butter eggs-Made and sold only once a year, by my grandmother's preacher, for Easter.

you leave very nice teeth marks

It was so fucking good.

He also sells eggs w/ coconut, but peanut butter and chocolate is my favorite combination.


before I ate some.

sounds good

An abandon kitty I'm feeding.






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that kitty looks so skinny. that sincerely makes me sad. i remember the bony cats that used to come around my old house, and wishing i could feed them all

I tried to take her inside yesterday because it was so humid. And our cat threw a fit. She was not having another cat in here.
So, she had to go back outside.
Even this morning, Kitty is acting very dominant. She, at this moment, had half her body on my arm, as I type.
She is being aggressive at the door, meowing in the hall, because she knows the cat is still out there.
I feed her everyday, so Kitty's been suspicious since before yesterday.
(taking her food outside, and coming back smelling like another cat.

female cats are especially territorial, if you want them to get along the best thing to do would just let them hash it out for a few weeks until they are used to one another

my old cat was terrible when i got my second cat, billy bob. but eventually she got all snuggly with him

Cats are like children. You raise them from kittehs, you bathe them, feed them, and then (unless you're one of those who keeps them in the house) they get to leave and find food on they're own, and then.. when the going gets rough... they'll always show up to your door purring, let it in, that is your child

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Reminds me of VBS in the 50's, we made all those tile mosaics, also made baskets for Mom, my favorite was the red punch and cookies everyday!!

Dam, thats pretty good.

Thank you. I used red nail polish, pencil, pastels, beads, glitter glue and ink.