DONT BRING ME INTO THIS GAY DRAMA
ok man wat is with today, i almost got into 4 fights and im deff going 2 be in 1 4 sure
but nothings better then the feeling of the sainless zippo in ur palm with ur knuckles rapped around it drawing ur elbow back and and smashing ur knuckes into the side of their mouth
They all lined up so full of hope,
Each thought to win the race,
Or tie for first, or if not that,
At least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side,
Each cheering for his son;
And each boy hoped to show his dad
That he would be the one.
The whistle blew, and off they went,
Young hearts and hopes afire,
To win, to be the hero there
Was each boy’s desire.
And one boy in particular,
Whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running in the lead and thought,
My dad will be so proud.
But as they sped down the field
Across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win
Lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself,
His hands flew out in brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd,
He fell flat on his face.
So down he fell and with him hope,
He couldn’t win, not now;
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up,
And showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said:
Get up and win the race.
He quickly rose, no damage done,
Behind a bit, that’s all;
And ran with all his might and mind
To make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself,
To catch up to win,
His mind went faster than his legs
He slipped and fell again.
He wished then he had quit before,
With only one disgrace;
I’m hopeless as a runner now,
I shouldn’t try to race.
But in the laughing crowd he searched,
And found his father’s face,
That steady look that said again,
Get up and win the race.
So up he jumped to try again,
Ten yards behind the last;
If I’m going to gain those yard,
I’ve gotta move real fast.
Exerting everything he had,
He regained eight or ten;
But trying so hard to catch the lead
He slipped and fell again.
Defeat: He lay there silently,
A tear dropped from his eye;
There’s no sense in running anymore
Three strikes I’m out, why try.
The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away;
So far behind, so error prone
I’ll never go all the way.
I’ve lost... so what’s the use he thought,
I’ll live with my disgrace;
But then he thought about his dad
Who soon he’d have to face.
Get up -- an echo sounded low,
Get up and take your place;
You were not meant for failure here,
Get up and win the race.
With borrowed will, get up, it said,
You haven’t lost it all;
For winning is no more than this,
To rise each time you fall.
So up he rose to run once more,
And a new commit;
He resolved that win or lose the race,
At least he wouldn’t quit.
Three times he’d fallen, stumbling,
Three times he rose again;
Now he gave it all he had,
And ran as though to win.
They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place;
Head high and proud and happy,
No falling, no failing, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race.
And even though he came in last
With head bowed low unproud,
You would have thought he won the race
To listen to the crowd.
And to his dad, he sadly said,
I didn’t do so well;
To me you won, his father said,
you rose each time you fell.
And now when things seem dark
And hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy
Helps me in my race.
For all of life is like that race
With ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win
Is rise each time you fall
I know I haven't known you for a very
long time and I shouldn't be asking you
for this so soon. But I need it very badly.
I haven't had it for a very long time... I can
already feel it going in good and hard and
comig out nice and soft. If you would do
this for me, no one would ever know. I am
sure you can satisfy my needs and I'd be very
grateful if you would. You must think i have
a lot of nerve. But i can feel my tongue
wrapping around it and sucking out all the
juices until it's very dry. It has been on
my mind all day and I'm not going to beat
around the bush anymore. Do you have a
piece of gum?
so everyone interested in doing the grouse grindg
is the wed the 29th good 4 u reply if it is or isnt
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
so when I run I have to run on my toes
<Jared>no hockey, hacky sac, or swimming says:
lol
<Jared>no hockey, hacky sac, or swimming says:
like scoobs doo
<Jared>no hockey, hacky sac, or swimming says:
scooby
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
I LOVE SCOOBY DOOO
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
lol
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
opps
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
I mean
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
Im not a loser
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
who has a scooby doo pillow or two
<Jared>no hockey, hacky sac, or swimming says:
lol
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
and a scooby doo blanket
<Jared>no hockey, hacky sac, or swimming says:
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
and a scooby doo teddy my friend gave me
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
SHUT U[
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
up*
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
Lol
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
Kelsee.-- {Not at the computer phone me.} says:
shit
so yesterday at white rock i was walking on the trian track
always fun. i slipped and ended up ripping my tendents and ligements
yeah.
but then after my friend jordan is running on them backwards
so heres the deal im getting a group of ppl 2gether 4 the grouse grind at the end of augeust
if ur interested
reply
im pretty sure life cant get more boring right now
i just wanna lay down and die
this sucks
Give me the beat boy and free my soul
i wanna get lost in ur rock n role and drft away
best song ever
Cover your stump before you hump.
Before you attack her, wrap your whacker.
Don't be silly, protect your willy.
When in doubt, shroud your sprout.
Don't be a loner, cover your boner.
You can't go wrong if you shield your dong.
If you're not going to sack it, go home and whack it.
If you think she's spunky, cover your monkey.
If you slip between her thighs, be sure to condomize.
It will be sweeter if you wrap your peter.
She won't get sick if you wrap your dick.
If you go into heat, package your meat.
While you're undressing Venus, dress up that penis.
When you take off her pants and blouse, dress up your trouser mouse.
Especially in December, gift wrap your member.
Never deck her with an unwrapped pecker.
Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool.
The right selection! Protect your erection!
Wrap it in foil before checking her oil.
A crank with armor will never harm her.
If you really love her, wear a cover.
Don't make a mistake, muzzle your snake.
Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener.
If you can't shield your rocket, leave it in your pocket.
No glove, no love!
its funny, u give someone ur life, ur trust, everything just 2 get it thrown in ur face and then kicked in the stomach
LOVE SUCKS
