//Jessika Prud'Homme-The Name\\
//15-The Age\\
//10-The Grade\\
//Nov.28-The Birthday\\
//Brown/Green-The Eyes\\
//Blonde&Brown-The Hair\\
//Dating-Status\\
//French Canadien/ lil Native-The Backround\\
//Francais/English- The Language\\
//x4-The Peircings\\
//Including: ears x2, nose,tonge\\
//15-The Age\\
//10-The Grade\\
//Nov.28-The Birthday\\
//Brown/Green-The Eyes\\
//Blonde&Brown-The Hair\\
//Dating-Status\\
//French Canadien/ lil Native-The Backround\\
//Francais/English- The Language\\
//x4-The Peircings\\
//Including: ears x2, nose,tonge\\
I Think Thats All I need To Add To My Nex Page If There Is Something You Want To Know Just Ask
You'z a hoe, a fuckin nasty one
Imma bitch, a fuckin classy one
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When people who don't even know you, hate you
Thats when you know, You Are The Boom.
Thats when you know, You Are The Boom.
You can call me a slut
to bad it isn't true.
sorry bitch i'm not you
to bad it isn't true.
sorry bitch i'm not you
Good girls are made of sugar and spice.
But me..? I'm made with vodka and ice.
But me..? I'm made with vodka and ice.
Try A LIttle More
I Slap You Like A Bitch
And You Take It Like A Whore.-
I Slap You Like A Bitch
And You Take It Like A Whore.-
Cheerleaders
The happiest, sexiest, greatest group of athletes in the world.
We will do anything just to take home that gold.
We are the soul of the universe.
We put on the shoes, tape up the wrists, put on the uniform and make-up, and walk onto the mat like nothing else matters.
It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your guy is being a dick, or that you got a ticket on the way there...
your world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.
Here's to the sweat, tears, strength, emotions, spandex, sports bras, broken bones, pulled muscles, bruises, the parents, the friendships, the fights, hairspray, curling irons, ribbons, skirts, libs, fulls, scorps, doubles, tumbling, dancing, the yelling, the pressure, the stress, the excitement, the road trips, the coaches, the let downs, the miracles--and most of all, the sport of cheerleading.
Why do we practice so hard night after night?
Running a routine over and over till we throw up.
Putting a stunt up so many times your legs start
to feel like jelly and you don't think you can do it one
more time.
Late nights, early mornings, weekend road-trips, missing the
parties,
Broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises.
We cheer through it. We smile through it.
Because we live off our adrenaline, because the competitions free our spirit, because the after parties are second to none, because each and every cheerleader is invincible after stepping onto the floor, because one good stunt can make you smile all night, landing those tucks, staying tight, pushing everything full out, and making facials while doing it. Running a 2 minute routine, pushing so hard, making it look easy, breathing hard, but loving every minute. Our music is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to dance hard enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the perfume of our accomplishment.
Highschool, Allstar, Football, College, University, Pro...
It's not for money, it's not for the weak, and it's not for fame.
We cheer because we love it!
The happiest, sexiest, greatest group of athletes in the world.
We will do anything just to take home that gold.
We are the soul of the universe.
We put on the shoes, tape up the wrists, put on the uniform and make-up, and walk onto the mat like nothing else matters.
It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your guy is being a dick, or that you got a ticket on the way there...
your world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.
Here's to the sweat, tears, strength, emotions, spandex, sports bras, broken bones, pulled muscles, bruises, the parents, the friendships, the fights, hairspray, curling irons, ribbons, skirts, libs, fulls, scorps, doubles, tumbling, dancing, the yelling, the pressure, the stress, the excitement, the road trips, the coaches, the let downs, the miracles--and most of all, the sport of cheerleading.
Why do we practice so hard night after night?
Running a routine over and over till we throw up.
Putting a stunt up so many times your legs start
to feel like jelly and you don't think you can do it one
more time.
Late nights, early mornings, weekend road-trips, missing the
parties,
Broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises.
We cheer through it. We smile through it.
Because we live off our adrenaline, because the competitions free our spirit, because the after parties are second to none, because each and every cheerleader is invincible after stepping onto the floor, because one good stunt can make you smile all night, landing those tucks, staying tight, pushing everything full out, and making facials while doing it. Running a 2 minute routine, pushing so hard, making it look easy, breathing hard, but loving every minute. Our music is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to dance hard enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the perfume of our accomplishment.
Highschool, Allstar, Football, College, University, Pro...
It's not for money, it's not for the weak, and it's not for fame.
We cheer because we love it!
Bitch Please, Don't confuse Hate with Jealousy
A guy gave a girl 12 roses.11 WERE real and one was fake.
He told her when the last one dies, thats when he'd stop LOVING her<3
He told her when the last one dies, thats when he'd stop LOVING her<3
id rather be hated for who i am then for be loved for somthing im not
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I dont say shit I wont say shit and if you think i am then we have to talk cuz i dont start shit.
*And im gone