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				PWCS

	I can not spell. I am one of the worst spellers in the world. If they had a Spelling E (it is a worst speller bee, but they can�t spell Bee.) I would at least get bronze (Which by the way I think is a much better metal then silver). I should start a club, people who can�t spell. We would have to call it PWCS because no one would be able to spell it. Now, those of you who can spell don�t understand this. It comes sooooooo easy that it is like� blinking. Not winking because that is really hard to do, and I can�t even do that too well. I look like a drunken horse. And speaking about politicians, why must they always attack each other? Isn�t that what the media is for? They should focus their time on the issues. Should they have beef or chicken for lunch? Or, �How can we create a situation of peaceful interlude that will result in a valuable�oh look a butterfly. Can butterflies vote?� A statement that political activist like to use; �I wish that we could all just get along.� That statement has to be one of the largest pieces of bull I have ever heard. The world would not be able to live with out gossip or stories or other tales of malevolent people. That would be a good show title, �Other Tales of Malevolent People.� Joan Collins could be in it, and some politicians. Another great activity, besides watching soaps, is surfing the net. Chatting on the internet has to be one of the scariest places that you could go, anywhere. In the first place, you don�t know anything about anyone and everyone is lying. B, you hear horrible stories about children being abducted. Occasionally I wonder how many times creepy old guys have found themselves meeting face to face with another old creepy guy. What would they say to each other? �So where do you take creepy classes?� I hope that they both go into COMA. That is Creepy Old Men Anonymous. Now don�t get all defensive that it is creepy old MEN anonymous and not people or citizens or something neutral like that. But come on! Creepy old women don�t pick up children on the internet. They have cats, and lots of them. And they watch soap operas called �Other Tales of Malevolent People,� starring that one guy who Cousin Timmy met on the internet. Cousin Timmy would go and talk �business� in her basement. Timmy complained about an ant or bug problem or something, but that was so long ago. Now, he no longer needs to use her basement because he is in a secure unit with bars on the windows. He told her that the bars are there because there is a lot of breaking and entering in the back door. She yells at kids as they pass by, probably going to meet the creepy old men at the PWCS meetings.

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