Ok, so, I'm not going to say "RIP" or anything, because I didn't know him that well. I'm not even going to say hsi name, because I knwo no one will know who he is. I'm not goign to tell you his (short) past, because I know no one will care.

A boy in my grade got shot in the head on sunday (on accident, I guess it went off). It was just...surprising to me. I hear everyone talk about this kind of stuff, but I always think "Eh, I'm in a small town. It's not going to happen here." But, well, even though I didn't know him well (he was just an aquantence), it is a loss. A very sad one. Personally, I don't think I'll miss anythign. we didn't have anything in common. we never chatted, and we never saw eachother. that same old thing. But, now that I think about it, I am sad. I guess it's just because he isn't going to come back. My mom keeps saying that there was always a safety button on the gun. And taht he should've have had it anyway.

It's very depressing.

For all of those who really care, me and [Bastet] aren't going to be on for about a week. Then, if we do get on, we'll leave the next day or so for another week! Just letting you all know.

Naaaha, I ws being boored, right? And I was looking in videos related to this >>http://youtube.com/watch?v=QI_tA7wU19o and I saw all these other videos! :0
Check em out if you know Miyavi (the spazzz)
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Personally, there is one thing, one word I don't EVER want to hear in a debate, excually a SCIENTIFIC debate!

GOD.

[X] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.
[_] You have run into a glass/screen door.
[_] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, getting weird looks.
[X] You have run into a tree/bush.
[X] You have been called a blonde.
[X] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[X] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[X] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.
[X] You just sang them to make sure.
[X] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[X] You have choked on your own spit.
[X] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.
[X] You type with three fingers or less.
[_] You have accidentally caught something on fire.
[X] You have caught yourself drooling.
[X] You have fallen asleep in class.
[X] Sometimes you just stop thinking.
[X] Sometimes, when you are telling a story, you forget what you were talking about.
[X] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.
[X] You are often told to use your "inside voice."
[X] You use your fingers to do simple math.
[_] you have eaten a bug accidentally.
[X] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.
[X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.
[X] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.
[_] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.
[X] You break a lot of things.
[X] You tilt your head when you're confused.
[X] You have fallen out of your chair before.
[X] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.
[X] The word um is used many times a day.
[_] You don't know what "um" means.
[X] You say what and huh a lot.
[X] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.

I'm 90% AWESOME! :D

A 8 year old Sven stared at his body guard, whom he had only known for about a week, but had already announced openly that he was his “big brother”. The little boy had never seen any man do that before. It seemed so…unnatural…but that’s what Peter had always grumbled. But, then again, Peter always said that everything 23 year old did was unnatural.
So, being the curious, confused 8 year old he was, he asked, “Big brother, why are you wearing a pink shirt?”
Indeed, his powerful big brother was wearing a pink colored, floral shirt. Said man grinned, and stuck a muscle man poise, which Sven never ceased to “awe” at. “Because!” Kyo shouted dramatically (and hyperly) “Because, Sven, only real men wear such a manly color like this!” Coming out of his poise, he head locked his brother-like friend. He ruffled up his yinyang hair, “’N it was the only shirt I had that was clean.”
Sven giggled, putting his hands on Kyo’s arm. After Kyo had stopped, but didn’t let go, Sven asked thoughtfully, “If real men wear pink-”
“Don’t forget flowers, too.” Kyo added
“-and flowers, then why doesn’t Peter wear them?” Indeed, the older body guard was never seen in any shade of pink in any way, shape, or form. He was rarely seen without the colors white, black, and blue.
“Well, Sven,” Kyo sighed dramatically. “Some men just are manly enough to wear such a manly color.”
“Oh……” then came the question, “Does Sven have to wear pink?”
His big brother laughed. “Oh, Sven! No, not yet, not full on pink shirts!”
Sven pouted. “So, Sven isn’t a man?”
“No, no! Not yet! You will be, soon.”
“How soon?”
“Soon. But, ‘til then, you get to wear this,” he dug in his pocket, and pulled out a keychain, with a pink piggy on it and handed it to Sven.
Sven squeaked happily. “Oh! It’s so cute! And it‘s manly!”
Kyo grinned. “I know! That’s what I keep telling everyone!” He hooked the pig onto a small chain, and put it around Sven’s wrist. “It shows that yer a man in training.”
“You man a real man in training.” Sven corrected.
“Oh! You caught me there. Damn, your getting sharp!” Sven grinned in pride. “Now, isn’t it about time you ran off to your tutor?”
Sven pouted. “Oh! But Sven doesn’t want to! He’s so boring!”
“Oh, I know, but your education is important! It leads you down the path of being a REAL man!”
Sven squeaked, now very eager to run to find his tutor. “Oh, Sven didn’t know!”
“Knowledge is half the battle, my bro,”
“Sven has to go, then! By Big brother!!” pulling out of Kyo’s arm hold, he waved and ran to find his tutor. The pro body guard couldn’t help but smile as he watched the 8 year old run. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the cracking of someone’s knuckles. Shit, he’s heard that cracking before.
“Not a real man am I?” came Peter’s peeved growl. “I’ll show you what it takes to be a real man.”
Kyo gulped, and took off running. “Sorry! I don’t want one up the ass! I’m not THAT much of a man!” it took the 40 year old a moment to register exactly what Kyo had implied.
“Why you!” he snarled and ran after his work partner.

(Yaoi Fan Rant!)

Ya know, sometimes, it's embarrassing to say that I'm a Yaoi Fan. No, it' snot cause I'm starting to lose intrest.

It's all the fucking stupid retarded Yaoi Fans out there. I was surfing DA, and found this picture entitled "Stupid Yaoi Fangirls. Curious, I clicked it. This is it



See? It's those kids of people (the fangirl, not hte artist) who make me embarrased. People are free to express their oppintions, either they like Gravitation or not (Personally, I wasn't able to finish what had been avalible to me, but that was cause I thought it skipped something, so I couldn't really finish it.)

Personally, I think it's the one following the trends (like, Only Liking Yaoi one minute, then hating it once it isn't popular) or the newer ones. Or the ones who are just intollerent to anyone else's POV or beleives. Sad, really.

Even after that, I think the author got more shit, because:



She did another one. Ignorent people, I swear to god. Just because someone is refurring to a type of fangirl and calls them stupid, does NOT mean she thinks that your IQ is low. It means that your being stupid to people's beleif. Just fucking lay back and accpet it!

So...this is when I REALLY became embarrased. It's not one of those with herself it in, it's for DP (which I've looked up yaoi for.

(Her artist comments)

Yes, I know. OMG, I drew Danny Phantom.

But why is this picture number 3 in my "Stupid Yaoi Fangirls" series? Because the worst yaoi fangirl story I heard was from this fandom. It's not even anime, I know, what the crap?

As best as I understand this story, there was a message board on the official Danny Phantom website. And DP yaoi fans told the CREATOR OF THE SHOW that he was a bad person because his characters weren't gay.

What the hell is wrong with those people? You don't tell the creator of the show how his charactors should be! The show plays on a children's channel! It HAS to be kid friendly! Don't you people think at all before you open your big, stupid mouths? You don't treat people that way! Didn't your parents teach you any manners?

Oh, and it gets better. Still, non yaoi DP fans are being harrassed by yaoi fans, even here on DA. How pathetic is that? All these poor fans want to do is respect the creator's work and keep it the way he meant them to be. And yet, stupid yaoi fans can't leave them alone and have to stalk and harrass them. Seriously, someone needs to get a life. It's not THAT important yaoi fans. Let it go.

THAT'S why I'm embarrased. I mean, COME ON! It's a KIDS SHOW! of COURSE it's not going to be YAOI! Fucking tards.....That's why I was so embarrassed. I mean, WTF? That's NOT ok.I mean, it's CLEAR that Danny is straight, but, ya know, the little hints are just enough for me, cause I can picture almost anything as Yoai (Thanks to Savan...)

so...rant over....

kind of sad, really....

[I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.]

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

[I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.]

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

[I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.]

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

[I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.]

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

[We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.]

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

[I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.]

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

[I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.]

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

[I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.]

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

[I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.]

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

[I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.]

....I've been feeling the need to write a lot lately, since I've been bored as hell at night. This one is of how Halloween town got to be a tourist attraction. I used Kage, who is [Tyrant Calhoun]'s character, who sponed from Jack and Iyashi. I hope it got him right, but I'm not sure! Eh.... I haven't finished it, but this is what I got.

Halloween town, her beloved home town, where she was born and grew up, had been found out and was being turned into a tourist attraction.
To say Jack was pissed was an understatement. She was beyond ferious.
Yes, she knew, people in the human world had, unknowingly, knew of their world, after a man, Tim Burton, stumbled upon it, when she was merely 83, and as curious as her father. Her father, being a kind skeleton, showed him around, told him things. He told him to ever speak of the trees to anyone.
The man had asked, after being told of her fathers’ first (and second) run with Oogy Boogy, if he could turn it into a movie, since people didn’t believe in cartoonish movies, anyway. After lots of talk, her father agreed, and the man left. Years later, her father was sent a copy of the movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas.
True to his word, the man kept the place a secret, having being think that Halloween Town, and the Holiday doors, were merely his imagination at work.
But after some idiot found the doors, and walked right into Christmas Town, he ran and told everyone, bringing everyone to see the mysterious doors. They explored every door they could, crashing the usually peaceful existence that lived within those unlocked doors.
It was all over the news. After she’d gotten a call from her brother, she’d come out of her sorrow from her husband’s death and into a murderous rage. She had called her daughter, and her son, and had asked if they’d heard. Once they had been informed, she sent them to fetch Shane, to design more locks, and left for the trees.
Immediately upon arrival, She’d seen the long line, she resumed to get in. She got out of her car, not even bothering to close the car door, and started to run. People yelled and screamed at her, for ‘cutting in line’. She growled. One person, a buff male who looked like he had barely skimmed past in high school, had the nerve to try to stop her, by roughly grabbing her arm. Combined with the rage she was feeling, the adrenaline, and her extra strength brought up by being born undead, she pulled out of his grasp punched the man in the face so hard, he fell on the ground, hard.
And didn’t get up.
Not even bothering, she kept running, until she got to circle of trees, which was closed off with fences, the only entrance she could see that was…was…
A ticket booth.
She screamed, and attempted to go through, but was held back.
“Woah, woah, buddy,” one person in the line side. “You’ll have to go back ‘n wait in line like the rest of us, I’ve been waiting for hours ‘n-”
Jack didn’t hear the rest of his tale. She didn’t want to fucking hear it!
She screamed in frustration, and yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! THE HOLIDAYS ARE STARTING TO SCREW UP NOW!” In her rage, she saw people gathered around the Halloween Town, trying to get it open with a crowbar. She attempted to, once again, get through the ticket booth, but was pushed back and tackled. She struggled. “GET OF ME!” She kneed the man in the groin and pushed him off. She wanted to scream. She wanted to kill. She took with a white rage.
She was so uncontrolled with her emotions, that she lost her concentration on keeping up her human form, and turned to a skeleton, clad in her traditional Halloween suit that was oh-so similar to her fathers. People gasped around her, some even screamed. The people at the gates were shocked. Taking that weakness, she stomped into the circle of trees, this time not being held back. The men at the door to her home town hadn’t noticed, and were still trying to open the door.
“Move away from that door,” she growled deeply, her eyes glowing red. “Or I will NOT hesitate to kill you.” The man turned and screamed, backing away from the door. She stepped in front of the door, and turned to look at the crowd. She saw Kristen and Kage making their way to the front, with Shane following behind. “Every single one of your fuckers should be ashamed!” she barked out. “Your pathetic race makes me SICK! Do you have to turn EVERYTHING you find into a fucking tourist attraction?!”
Kristen, Kage, and Shane got past just fine, and made their way to her. Once at her side, she send the crowd a threat. “I am going back home. If there are still pieces of shit in the doors, and waiting outside, I will NOT hesitate to kill EVER SINGLE ONE OF YOU!” she threw open the door to her town, and was pulled in, along with her children and her best friend. The door closed behind them.
Once inside, Jack lead them to the center of town, the fountain, and went to gather everyone, with the help of Shane.
“You know….” Kristen spoke, sitting on the fountain’s edge. “…I think this is good for mom.”

Kage looked at his sister, not believing what he was hearing. “Good for mom?! This is horrible, Kris! You know that the holidays could go out of-”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Kage.” Kristen snorted, cutting him off. “I mean, I know this is horrible, and I hope this turns out O.K. but the stress that this has caused is good for mom.” Still seeing the look of “I-Don’t-Believe-You” glued to her brother’s face, she continued. “Think about it. Mom hasn’t been this active since dad died. I know she’s not, uh, smiling, exactly, but she’s active, ya know?”

“And a murderous rage and the town’s tourism is better then mom being inactive?” Kage asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can see where your coming from, but-”

“But?! Don’t ‘but’ this, Kage!” Her sister threw up her hands, in a very Jack-like manner. “You know how depressed mom was! She’s killed herself 3 times since dad’s death.” Kage couldn’t forget. “You should know that this is good for her more then I should, because you’re her favorite.”

“Kris, you know that’s not-”

“Yes it is! I know, not by much, but you are. You’ve stayed with her since dad died…”She trailed off as their conversation was put side when the two saw some of the town’s people heading their way. Though, he gave her a look that clearly said “we’ll talk about this later.” As they came closer, Kristen stood, not wanting to be impolite by sitting. After all, the town’s people hadn’t seen them in years.

“Oh, how you two of grown!” the large witch cooed as she looked them up and down. Kage became a little nervous, and Kris was embarrassed.

“Yes.” grunted the werewolf, who stood back a bit, taking in the two young adults. “Two you look just like your parents.”

“Yeah!” the clown chirped from his unicycle. “I thought for sure I was seeing Jack and Iyashi!”

The small crowd started to grow, as the townspeople gathered, though, some were missing. Two, actually. Jack’s father and mother. Kris thought they were missing Jack’s brother, too, but then dismissed the thought when she saw her ragg doll uncle stumbling down the path, waving his arms, as if to say “I’m here! Don’t start without me!”

___

The meeting was over, and Shane was already put to work on the design of the other security systems, with help from Kris. After telling the residents to prepare for anyone who wanders in to give them a good show, Jack took Sally and Kage and left to see if anyone was left.
To Jack’s utter rage, there was still people there, not as much as there had been. She directed Sally to get Lee, the cupid from Valentines Town, and to beat anyone in the Town two didn’t belong. She told the same to Kage, but told him to go to the Christmas door.
Jack grabbed one of the men who had been trying open the door when they stepped out. The man screamed and begged for his life. She knew she had said she’d kill, and she could, but she didn’t have the heart to kill these people. But, that didn’t mean she couldn’t ruffle them up a bit, and send them into a near death experience. She pounded the man into a tree, growling at him to shut his trap, then threw him into the crowd. Some people turned and ran, other’s glared at her and stayed put, thinking it was their right to be here.
“Stupid fucking humans.” she spit. “I’ve seen the best, but I’ve mostly seen the worst. You fucking disgust me, thinking that everything is in your right. That everything belongs to you.” Her voice rose. “Well your fucking wrong. Your fucking wrong as hell. Every single one of you fuckers are going to die.”

...I've been feeling morbid, and needed to get this out.

Jimmy had no clue now to deal with this situation. No, he wasn’t stupid. He got As and Bs on his last report card. No, he was not retarded, an idiot, or anything along those lines. Maybe if he’d been slightly less caring, he’d have never needed to get away.

Not but 10 minutes go, on his way home from his girlfriends, he’d seen a girl, probably 12, limping down the street. He had not noticed, at that time, the girl’s dirty white shirt was blood spattered. Since it was, oh, midnight, he stopped and asked if the girl if she needed help. That’s when he noticed the blood. On her neck, the palms of her hands, her stomach, and her knees, there was large splotches of blood. Afraid the girl was injured, he told her to get into the car, so he could take her to the hospital.

The girl entered his car, saying nothing. Jimmy suspected she was traumatized. I mean, who wouldn’t come to the conclusion, upon seeing a blood stained, 12 year old at midnight, limping, who didn’t speak. Or she could be mute, but, he doubted that.

As they neared a closest hospital, St. Anthony’s, which was surrounded by trees and wild life, the girl sprung at him from her seat, making him lose control of the wheel, and speed up. After rearing off the road and into a tree, the girl was set flying, and Jimmy’s head collided with his steering wheel. He regretted putting off replacing the airbags now.

He held his head, and stumbled out of his car. His thoughts turned from how much he was going to have to pay to get his brand new car fixed to the crazy 12 year old. He looked around franticly for said girl. He spotted her, on the other side of the wrecked car, seemingly unhurt. Her expression gave him Goosebumps and forced the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. She had a wide spread grin on her face, and her eyes were flowing red.

He backed away, she moved forward, her eyes never leaving his. Only when he turned and started to run did the gaze break. Feeling that she couldn’t keep up with his record speed, he slowed and glanced back. Just as he did, he tripped and fell, landing hard. He panted, and looked up-

-to meet glowing red eyes of the crazy 12 year old. Her toothy grin was still plastered on her face. Her teeth reminded Jimmy that of a sharks.

He turned on his back, and crawled back, panicking. “I-Impossible!” He cried. “How-how--!” his eyes wide. He spotted something, on her neck. Was that a….Mouth?! An open mouth, with razor sharp teeth?! “M-MONSTER!” he screamed, attempting to crawl back more and yelled as he felt something against his back. Taking a quick glance, it discovered, to his horror, that it was a tree. He looked back to her. She was advancing on it.

For the first time, she spoke. “What’s a monster?” the mouth on her neck licked its lips. Her palms raised, showing two more, vertical, mouths, both wide open, showing off their shark-like teeth. Her shirt had raised, showing a larger, horizontal mouth. IT was wide open, and had just as sharky teeth as the rest. “Mister?” he noticed holes in the knees of her pants, and saw, like her palms, vertical mouths, wide open, of course.

The little girl took a step towards him. “Mister?” he looked around everywhere for a escape root. “What’s a monster?” she was only a foot away from him. Thinking the only way was to push her away and run, he stood, and did so, pushing against her chest to move her away from him. To his increasing horror, she grabbed his forearms, and the mouths on her palms bit in, deep. He screamed, and pushed away, material and flesh being ripped form him. In a panicked run, he attempted to run for the hospital.

He felt something jump onto his back, and screamed again when he felt not two, but four mouths bite into him this time, two on his shoulders, two on his lower back. “Mister.” Came the girls voice. “What’s a monster?” He attempted to shake the little demon from him, screaming and yelling for help. “Mister?” she asked in his ear, once again. “What’s a monster?”

“YOU ARE!” he screamed, attempting once again to dislodge her as the mouths ripped his flesh through his clothes.

“Oh.” her hands moved, and the mouths bit down again her head was still next to his ear, so the mouth on her neck was close to his neck. He opened, and bit down. He screamed. “Mister?” she asked again, after the young man hand fallen forward, darkness had started to cloud his vision. “What makes a monster?” she had lifted her head, the mouth on her neck pulling away flesh as it went. IT ate it, like a dog eating an oversized steak. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the man gasped lightly for air, twitching. The girls’ knees were at his side, but the mouths were unable to reach any of the meat they craved for. Her replaced her hands on his back, the mouths digging into his back, tearing the jacket and shirt, and biting down hard on the skin. She asked again, with as much innocence as she had before. “Mister? What makes a monster?” The mouth on her neck licked it’s lips.

Jimmy gave no response. His chest no longer rose and fell. Blood started to gather around them in a pool. The girl stood, and frowned. “Mister.” She nudged him in the side with her toe. No response. She pouted, not knowing the man couldn’t speak anymore. “Your no fun.” she turned, and started to walk away, the mouths on her neck, palms, knees and stomach closing, and barely looked like anything, only small, thin lines on where they had been.

She left, unknowing that she had murdered Jimmy Volgar. She had, unknowingly, saved his girlfriend, whom had been in a abusive relationship with her for two years. All she could think of was that one would, monster. That was the first time she ever heard it.

Unknowingly, that was not the last time she would hear it.

FRIENDS:Will stand by you while you piss.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will shine a spotlight on you while your
drunk ass is taking a piss in the bushes.
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FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs

MONTANA FRIENDS: Call your parents drunk as hell and tell
them about the fat chick you tried to pick up


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FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and
hope that no one is late for the ride home.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Know some wild shit will happen, and set
up rally points.


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FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did
was wrong.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying,
Damn...that shit was fun "

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FRIENDS: Cry with you.

MONTANA FRIENDS: laugh at you

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FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it
back.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Steal each other's stuff so often nobody
remembers who bought it in the first place.

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FRIENDS: Are happy that someone picked up a one night
stand and leave them alone.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will Crawl naked into the room with a
camera and hope for the tag team....

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FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from
you.

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FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd
is doing.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left
you.

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FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

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FRIENDS: Will try and talk to the bouncer when you get
tossed out of the bar.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will buck up and go after the bouncer for
touching you on the way out.

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FRIENDS: Will wish you had enough money to go out that
night, and are sorry you couldn't come.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will share their last dollar with you,
drag you along, and try to steal free drinks all night.
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FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've
had enough.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the
place and say, "You better drink the rest of that shit, you know we
don't waste. That's alcohol abuse!!!" HAHAHAHA !!!! schwing!!!

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FRIENDS: Want the money they loaned you back next week.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Can't begin to remember who owes who money
after taking care of each other for so long.

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FRIENDS: Will say "I can't handle Tequila anymore".

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will say "okay, just one more..." and then
2 minutes later "okay, just one more!".
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FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit
about you.

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will knock them the Fuck out!!


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FRIENDS: Will ignore this

MONTANA FRIENDS: Will re-post this to ALL of their KICKASS
MONTANA FRIENDS

Sorry, I couldn't help it! I don't live in Montana, but I know my friends would do this! XD well, most of them..

"Also, I’ll have you know the words heeblduflaba, jwenisism, philangi porno, and peaner are not words I just made up. My friends and I have been using them for years. Yes, we are a strange lot. Heeblduflaba is a swear word, much like dammit. Jwenisism has no defined definition. I guess you could say it is used in the same pretext as the word meep. Philangi porno is exactly as it says. A philangi is the scientific term for finger, so philangi porno would be rubbing the fingers of one hand together with someone else’s fingers. Never do this with your own two hands, as this is considered incest. Last but not least, a peaner is a knee, whereas a wenis is an elbow.

"There, Danielle’s vocabulary lesson for the day. If you think these words are weird, you would not survive sitting at the lunch table with my group. We’d have you gasping for air by the end of the day. I guess you can say, we’re all like Zack . . . mentally unstable because we choose to be, except Jimmy, he’s just the fat bald guy with random outbursts of odd behavior, but we love him anyway!" -Love's Martyr from Fanfiction, quote taken from the author notes of her story "Broken and Twisted"

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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3139253/9/Broken_and_Twisted