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That was LAME :P Stop it with the 1 word posts. This isn't the locker room so stop comparing the size of your post counts. :D
Ok!

-Fred
Pirates, vampires, zombies, ninjas, ghouls, aliens, goblins, monsters, robots, sorcerers, undead, werewolves, demons, mutated dinosaur-cyborgs and those pesky phone salesmen! The shotgun is a one-size-fits-all solution!
LOL
*Honk*
Cha, whatever.
Ditto
"If you look to me for illumination, you better have a flashlight!"
For the love of god someone destroy this thread!
YOU MAY TAKE OUR THREAD, BUT YOU MAY NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM!
That's right. The annexation of this thread will never keep us from voicing our opinion. No matter how lame, or one worded it is. Viva La Resistance!
I'm not fat ... I'm festively plump.
Mr. Thomas Malloy wrote:Viva La Resistance!
Which language is this supposed to be? Franish? Spench? :wink:
It's the language of the nonsensical revolution!
Nonsensical revolution? Does that mean we have to sing from the diapraghm-a-lot?

-Fred
Pirates, vampires, zombies, ninjas, ghouls, aliens, goblins, monsters, robots, sorcerers, undead, werewolves, demons, mutated dinosaur-cyborgs and those pesky phone salesmen! The shotgun is a one-size-fits-all solution!
He asks, as if there were any other way.
"I prayed to God for a new bike everyday, but I never got one. Eventually I figures out that that's not the way God works, so instead I stole a bike and asked God for forgiveness" -TG

Bests, Rockefeller 8)
"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do"

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A young boy wanted a bicycle more than anything. Everyday he prayed for his bicycle, hoping that Christmas would deliver his dream.

Christmas came and went, to no avail. The little boy received no bicycle. He asked his mother,"Why didn't God help me get a bicycle, Mommy?"

"Because God helps those who help themselves," the mother replied.

Taking this advice to heart, the little boy began cleaning out his closet. He took everything out, organizing it neatly in his room. He then went downstairs, and carried the Virgin Mary statue his parents kept in the entryway, upstairs. He put the statue in the back of his empty closet, and put everything back in the closet after it.

The little boy sat down at his desk and, taking out a sheet of paper and pen, began to write:

"Dear God, if you ever want to see your mother again..."