Mr Sponget

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Vanna is the bestest I've ever had. :D We talk all da tiem and our conversations last verrrry long ranging from 6-12 hours long. ;D; We always try to talk to each other when we're both on MSN and have free time duran school and we trade da best yootoob vids, have the best spontaneous rps, and we are the ultimate 2-person Animal Crossan City Folk Gang. shes teh best mod i've seen in my 6 years on Neo and I'm so happy and proud that she mods the forum I used to moderate. ;;3 I be visitan Boston next summer to visit college campuses and hopefully i'll see her and we can be best frendz thar. ;54; shes also extreeeeeeemly hawt, suppppperrrr smart, and is amazzzzzin in everything she does nd i lav her. vanna is the best at EVERYTHIN.

It's the changing of the guards, straight from mailbox to alarms. And the kitty cats did scream, oh, how they howled behind the house. And the big one's laying in the frying pan, talk around the town is you've been listening. You cover it up just as fast as you can cause you're trying to keep it from growing and getting big. They will all be heirs to their own thrones and old homes. Without a downtown to grow old in or a son to telephone. And either side of paper is erupting a snake, you're pulling trains to Oakland in the pouring rain. Well, every drop will count when they tally it up, and you always learned a lot from the deep end of faith. The kids were pushing their fingers through tarmac on pavement the lightning was breathing in faces. And either side of paper is erupting a snake, you're pulling trains to Oakland in the pouring rain. Well, every drop will count when they tally it up, and you always learned a lot on the deep end of faith. And you worry yourself sick. And you worry yourself sick. But today won't...

Never forget.

Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life and I find, it gets harder every time. So he aimed the shotgun into the blue then placed his face in between the two and sighed, "Here's To Life!"

Hey there Salinger, What did you do? Just when the world was looking at you to write anything, that meant anything you told us you were through. And it's been years since you passed away but I see no plaque, and I see no grave. And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.

Vincent Van Gogh why do you weep? You were on your way to Heaven but the road was steep. Who was there to break your fall? We're guilty one and all.

Welcome to my gentlemen's club. We read Mark Twain books and drink apple juice.