| Regurgitations by Blue |
| have u ever seen a beautiful beautiful flamingo, carrying a beautiful beautiful painting, flying over a beautiful beautiful rainbow, where a beautiful beautiful sunset is taking place, and where u were high? |
| one day i was at a party with a frnd of mine, ...let's call him bob. well bob and i were having a pretty lousy time, nothing special. but then we see these two nuns that r quarelling. so me and bob start to pay attention to them, interested wut they're fighting about. but then it got violent, i mean.. they were pulling eachother's hair and crap. it got so bad, that someone at the party called the cops. so the cops came and pulled them apart and asked y they were fighting. they said for no reason, and it turns out that they were'nt really nuns, they were just dressing up for a some costume party. so the cops decided to pick them up and drive them downtown to the police station. me and bob decided to come along... don't ask y, but we did. and it turns out that the cops let us come with them and instead of going to the station, we drove to another party! so me, bob, the nuns, and the cops started having a great time at the other party. and the moral of the story is..... don't shave a bear......... he won't like it |
| sometimes i just wish that i were a pretzel stand........ i don't know y, ..... so don't ask |
| i know the end.....God wins |
| everyone needs to wake up and smell the rose scented expired perfume |
| you are NOT what u think! |
| the hokey pokey IS wut it's all about!!!! |
| i contradict the song that states "i know a song that get's on everybodies nerves" |
| updated 09-04-04 |
| I�m in a place, where time does not exist. A place where I can be who I truly am. I don�t fake who I am, I don�t put a mask on my heart. I unbar the window to my soul and let the sun, birds, trees, and people take a glance inside, without me feeling inconvenient. I�m in a place, where I don�t judge people. Everyone is so uniquely distinctive, they are all snowflakes, coming down smoothly, letting me marvel at their different beauties. They are not jealous of the other, and they do not think higher of themselves. They are different, but equal. I�m in a place, where mistakes can be forgiven. Where a mistake is a welcome mat to something even greater. Like a thunderstorm inviting a rainbow, preluding to the main act. I�m in a place, where there is no such word or feeling as hate. There are only fields, mountains, and seas of love. There is not only one person to love, but everyone. I�m in a place where sounds of laughter are the meals of the day. Where I drink and eat them so willing fully, satisfying my voracity. I�m in a place where not many people know about and where not many people end up. The road to it, is rigid and narrow. Only few take it. On the way, you have many obstacles to overcome. They�re stones of trials and tribulations and dips of suffering and pain. Many people think they could take these impediments on their own, but those are the ones who deteriorate. To get to this destination, you need guidance from the person that fabricated this place. You need to give your whole self to this person and believe that he is real. He happened to give his son to us. He let his son die, so that we can end up in a place like this. All u have to do, is accept the he did so. Try to follow this person�s commandments and love him with all you�ve got and then you can wind up this rigid road and come to this wonderful place. The stones are still there, and sharp as ever�. But now u have a guide to instruct you on what stones you should overcome, and what stones you should abstain from. I�m in a place, where it took a lot of despair, grief, and desolation to get to, but in the end, it was all worth it. Where all the suffering that took place, only feels like a second in time now, (compared to how long I am going to remain here) but at the time felt like a century. I don�t deplore my affliction. I rejoice at the outcome. Oh, how I delight in this place, like a sun captivating a misanthropic night. How I always dreamed of coming here. I�m in a place where time does not exist. I�m in a place where I don�t judge people. I�m in a place where mistakes can be forgiven. I�m in a place where there is no such word or feeling as hate. I�m in a place where sounds of laughter are the meals of the day. I�m in a place where not many people know about and where not many people end up. I�m in a place where it took a lot of despair, grief, and desolation to get to, but in the end was worth it. I�m in a place� where as of now, you want to be too. -written by lauren gherghel |
| my boob hates me |
| have u ever eaten an oreo cookie after u have killed a man? |
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a girl and a guy were riding a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down... im scared Guy: No, this is too much fun Girl: No, its not. Please its too scary Guy: Then tell me that you love me Girl: Fine... i love you, now can u slow down? Guy: Now give me a BIG hug *Girl give guy big hug* Guy: Hey could u take my helmet off and put it on??? its buggin me The next day there was a story in the paper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because the breaks were shot. There were two people on the motorcycle but only one had survived. Halfway down the road, the guy realized the breaks were broken, but he didnt want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him one last time and felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. question of the day- would u do the same for me??? |
| my life is rapidly becoming the punchline for a seriouly disturbed joke... LOL |
| There was a rich couple who lived in a mansion and had a butler named Jeeves. Now one night, the couple were gonna go on a dinner date, so they told Jeeves that he can go home. So the rich couple went out. Then the rich women decided to go home early and Jeeves was still there. Then the rich women said to Jeeves, �jeeves, follow me into this room,� Jeeves follows her without making a sound. She then closed the door behind her and locked it. She then turned to Jeeves and said �jeeves, take off my blouse,� he did without talking. �jeeves, take off my skirt,� he did without a peep. �take off my garter belt� he did so. �Jeeves, take of my bra and panties.� He did so, and after he did, the rich women looked at him and gave him a slight smile and said �and don�t ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again.� |
| why did i fall for u so bad
do i have lub and care to add i don't know how i got like this lub u is wut i say with a kiss to think to be with out u, is pain be there for u, and never abstain with this poem I have one question in mind you just have to read the first word in each line... -written by lauren gherghel When you love someone, it's something. When someone loves you, it's another thing. When you love the person who loves you back, it's everything. You know your in love when all you can think about is that one special person and you can't stand to be away from them for more then 1 sec. and miss then even though they're standing right next to you. You fall asleep thinking about them, and dream about them every night. lub - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker. If ever a day goes by where I dont say I lub you, may never a moment go by with out you knowing I do. |
| Love is like ice-cream, you keep trying the flavors until you find one that you can't get enough of. Don't fall for anyone that can't catch you... |
| We often learn the most from our children. Some time ago, a
friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the Next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, " Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. |