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Real Name:Katie C
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AIM Handle:vbcserenity
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Occupation:Bank Teller
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Interests:
Sports: Volleyball, Martial arts, Football, baseball, Soccer

Games:Guild Wars, Factions, Oblivion, Shadow of the Colusses,

Hobbies: Four Wheeling, Teaching, Drawing, Painting, creating

Oddites: Plays. Wow I love reading them and acting. A couple I really like are Les Mis, Medea, and Silvia.

Also Im totally an Art Whore. I enjoy that whole art scene. Being from the boonies you don't get to many artists or art shows, but I get to the ones I can.

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Quotes or things I like:

*Daddy Dj, please take me to the party and let me dance alone, until the lights are on.

*For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" here's an update for you: Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? ...Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage

*A high school English teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being there tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury or illness, or a death in your immediate family - but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever."
A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raises his hand and asks, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?"

The entire class does its best to stifle their laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the teacher smiles sympathetically at the student, shakes her head, and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand


*A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, "Dad, I think I
understand the concept of politics now."

The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."
The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class
while thee Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Futureis in deep shit."

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