Hey ladies... and Kyle... ;)

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i have no brain
mowhahahah i am the only man who has no brain
fear my no brain techniques!
i do drugs, but its okay cause i hve no braaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!
okay, now that im done with that.
lets get serious....
hah! ya fucking right, whens the last time you saw me get serious?
pshhhh,
but seriously, (ha) lets talk about something productive.
i really have nothing to talk about... i find it, that the best time to write about something when you have nothing to write about, is to first off talk u have about the fact that you have nothing to talk about....
aw fuck, phone call, ill be back.....
Away from key board at 7 22pm.
okay, im back, at 8 19pm.
i forgot completely what i was previously writing about, and im much too lazy to look back and read it, so i am going to write a story. like usuall, i always write about me about to start writing about me going to write a story... so i guess here we go, what shall be in the story? I have a wonderful way to determine this!!! im going to write my school i.d. number in google and hit im feeling lucky, and whatever pops up and i see something interesting, it shall be in the story! :)
145054... = CABINS!!!!
 how convenient.... -.-... (i suggest you try your i.d. number too!)


                                                            THE END, OF NOTA.

       Once upon a lively time, in the land of broken glass. lived a cabin.
now you may be wondering, why i always write about inanimate objects, and why i always have my second line as "you may be wondering". well im srory to say, i have no explanation of why i do such a thing, i just fucking do. ANYWAYS!
       this cabin, was oh sooo pretty. and she was a lesbian! isnt that just the sweetest thing you heard? lesbian cabins are great! her name was, ironicaly, Nota Cab Inn, but we will call her Nota.
Nota was a really really nice cabin. she was especially nice to the ice childern of the land of broken glass. everyday she would make them pie. the ice children would gobble the pie up like it were going to be there last... and well they were right, ice children only had a 12 hour life span, all the way to when the sun came up. but they didnt know this... It was such a gruesome sight to see happy little children melt and scream and just die slowly and painfully. So Nota tryed making every ice children's life, there best life every too be heard of. every day 12/7 she worked on this task. she would put them in cups of tea, and she would make them into miniature igloos, and their favorite.... PIE.
     This went on for 92 years, in the land of broken glass, and life was wonderful! until, january 21st 2012.... king of the broken glass died, of lung cancer.. It was such a tragedy, and to make it worse, his son became king next.... His son was zippo lighter, with infinite fluid... oh such a mean lighter he was... Everyday he would find one ice child and torture them all the was up to their 12th hour, and then let the sun do the rest. he was really, really mean.
   The land twisted and shouted and threw up with the news the zippy the lighter was their new king... things went to hell, and they went there on a gosh dang airplane, coach.... Ice children, being new to the world and all, were oh so oblivious to what has happened... if only they knew how their short lifes would be changed oh so much...
     The first thing Zippy the lighter did as the new king, was arrest Nota... The land weeped, when they heard that she was going to be on trail, for something she didnt do, and she awaited death by house fire... Every one was scared, Nota was the best thing that happened to their lives, she made life more then bearable, but enjoyable. even a short lived life seemed to be an eternity of greatness!
    The trail day came, december 23 2012, the decision was going to be made. Everyone was siting in too watch, all kinds of people, except the icechildren, their life span was now 2 hours, with the new king in order... he made sure they had shorted miserable lives... Everyone sat and listened to what went on, and what went on was just unbelievable.. the accusations were impossibly incorrect, but the judge bought it all... Nota sat, silently, but blissfully.
  Finally, judging hour came... it was time to hear what they had to say.... they helped up the sign that read whether she was guilty or not guilty.... They lifted up the sign, sweat dropped down their neck, the sun turned gray, the birds dropped, the ice children froze beyond their selves, and the rain stood still in its place....
     The verdict is.... the judge said aloud.... Nota the cabin, you are....
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                                                                                                                         (don't you hate that?)