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The land is destroyed. There is nothing left for anything to thrive on, nothing, humans wiped out, the fish, insects and birds all gone, but one creature remains. The equine. They have scattered about, forming separate tribes, bands, bloodthirsty and uncontrollable. There is nothing that will stop them from tasting the metallic blood on their kissers, the bones of others snapping in their jaws. The equines have turned bloodthirsty as nothing else survived. A thick smog covers the land, blocking out the harmful sun rays, closing in the poisonous gases. The land is in ruins, nothing else remains except for the skeletons of equines and the moans of others dying, for the horses who inhabit this land are no better off. Thin and weak they push on, fighting daily, dying slowly. Neither herd has gained and neither herd has lost they are still fighting each other here today, still trying to gain the land. Each herd following the foot steps of whom they chose to follow, will the suffering ever end? Will there ever be peace again?
Deathly hot, highs of about 100 and low of about 90
Season:
Late Summer
Fighting:
Yes
Foaling:
No
Breeding:
No
Hiding Smokers « Result #1 on Mar 14, 2009, 2:48am »
Two nuns were in back of the convent smoking cigarettes, when one said,"It's bad enough that we have to sneak out here to smoke, but it really is a problem getting rid of the cigarette butts so Mother Superior doesn't find them."
The second nun said, "I've found a marvelous invention called the condom, which really solves this problem. You just open the packet up, take out the condom, and put the cigarette butt in, roll it up, and dispose of it all later!"
The first nun was quite impressed and asked where she could find them.
"You get them at the drug store, sister, just go and ask the pharmacist for them." The next day the good sister went to the drug store and walked up to the counter. "Good morning, sister," said the pharmacist.
"What can I do for you today?"
"I'd like some condoms, please," said the nun. The pharmacist was a little taken aback, but recovered soon enough and asked,
"How many boxes would you like? There are twelve to a box."
"I'll take six boxes - that should last about a week," she replied.
The pharmacist was truly flabbergasted by this time, and was almost afraid to ask any more questions, but his professionalism prevailed and he asked in a clear voice, "Sister, what size condoms would you like - we have large, extra large, and big liar size."
The sister thought for a minute, and finally said, "I'm not certain, perhaps you could recommend a good size for a Camel."
Enlarging The Breast « Result #2 on Mar 14, 2009, 2:47am »
A husband, tired of his wife asking him how she looks, buys her a full length mirror. This does little to help, as now she just stands in front of the mirror, looking at herself, asking him how she looks. One day, fresh out of the shower, she is yet again in front of the mirror, now complaining that her breasts are too small.
The husband comes up with a suggestion. ¡°If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper, and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds.¡±
Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. ¡°How long will this take?¡± she asks.
¡°They¡¯ll grow larger over a period of years,¡± he replies.
The wife stops. ¡°Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?¡±
The husband shrugs. ¡°Why not, it worked for your ass, didn't it?¡±
Jake was on his deathbed while his wife, Becky, maintained a steady vigil by his side. As she held his fragile hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face, splashed onto his, and roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to quiver with sound.
"My darling Becky," he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said. "Go back to sleep Shhh! Don't talk."
But he was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky. "It's all right. Everything's all right, go to sleep now."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I slept with your sister, your best friend and our next door neighbor."
Becky mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand. "Hush now Jake, don't torment yourself. I know all about it," she said. "Why do you think I poisoned you?"
My cooking has always been the target of family jokes. One evening, as I prepared dinner a bit too quickly, the kitchen filled with smoke and the smoke detector went off. Although both of my children had received fire-safety training at school, they did not respond to the alarm. Annoyed, I stormed through the house in search of them.
¡¡¡¡I found them in the bathroom, washing their hands. Over the loud buzzing of the smoke alarm, I asked them to identify the sound.
¡¡¡¡"It's the smoke detector," they replied in unison.
¡¡¡¡"Do you know what that sound means?" I demanded.
Watching Me Go « Result #5 on Feb 26, 2009, 11:11pm »
The crayoned picture shows a first-grade boy with shoebox arms, stovepipe legs and tears squirting like melon seeds.wow power leveling, The carefully printed caption reads, "I am so sad." It is my son Brendan's drawing-journal entry for September 19. Brendan cried his first day of school, dissolving at his classroom door like a human bouillon cube. wow power leveling,The classroom jiggled with small faces, wet-combed hair, white Nikes and new backpacks. Something furry scuttled around in a big wire cage. Garden flowers rested on Mrs. Phillips's desk. Mrs. Phillips has halo status at our school. She is a kind, soft-spoken master of the six-year-old mind. But even she could not coax Brendan to a seat. Most kids sat eagerly awaiting thingy and Jane and two plus two. Not my Brendan. His eyes streamed, his nose ran and he clung to me like a snail on a strawberry. I plucked him off and escaped. It wasn't that Brendan didn't like school. He was the kid at the preschool Christmas concert who knew everyone's part and who performed "Jingle Bells" with operatic passion. Brendan just didn't like being apart from me. wow power leveling,We'd had some good times, he and I, in those preschool years. We played at the pool. We skated on quiet morning ice. We sampled half the treat tray at weekly neighbourhood coffee parties. Our time together wasn't exactly material for a picture book, but it was time together. And time moves differently for a child. Now in Grade 1, Brendan was faced with five hours of wondering what I was doing with my day. wow gold,Brendan always came home for lunch, the only one of his class not to eat at his desk. But once home, fed and hugged, a far-away look of longing would crease his gentle brow--he wanted to go back to school to play! So I walked him back, waited with him until he spotted someone he knew, then left. He told me once that he watched me until he couldn't see me anymore, so I always walked fast and never looked back. One day when I took Brendan back after lunch, he spied a friend, kissed me goodbye, and scampered right off. I went, feeling pleased for him, celebrating his new independence, his entry into the first-grade social loop. And I felt pleased for myself, a sense of well-being and accomplishment that I, too, had entered the mystic circle of parents whose children separated easily.
Then--I don't know why--I glanced back. And there he was.wow gold, The playground buzzed all around him, kids everywhere, and he stood, his chin tucked close, his body held small, his face intent but not sad, blowing me kisses. So brave, so unashamed, so completely loving, Brendan was watching me go.
No book on mothering could have prepared me for that quick, raw glimpse into my child's soul. My mind leaped 15 years ahead to him packing boxes and his dog grown old and him saying, "Dry up, Mom. It's not like I'm leaving the country." In my mind I tore up the card every mother signs saying she'll let her child go when he's ready. I looked
at my Brendan, wow gold,his shirt tucked in, every button done up, his toes just turned in a bit, and I though, "OK, you're six for me forever. Just try to grow up, I dare you." With a smile I had to really dig for, I blew him a kiss, turned and walked away.
These Things I Wish for You « Result #6 on Feb 26, 2009, 11:11pm »
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I¡¯d know better.
I¡¯d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and home-made ice cream and leftover meatloaf. I really would.
My cherished grandson,wow power leveling I hope you learn humility by surviving failure and that you learn to be honest even when no one is looking.
I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car -- and I hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born, and you have a good friend to be with you if you ever have to put your old dog to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother.wow power leveling And it is all right to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he¡¯s scared, I hope you¡¯ll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along, I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot,wow power leveling I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use computers, you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and that when you talk back to your mother you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain,wow gold burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I hope you get sick when someone blows smoke in your face. I don¡¯t care if you try beer once, but I hope you won¡¯t like it.wow gold And if a friend offers you a joint or any drugs, I hope you are smart enough to realize that person is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor¡¯s window,wow gold and that she hugs you and kisses you when you give her a plaster of paris mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you -- tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.
Re: Oder Form « Result #9 on Feb 1, 2008, 7:24am »
Character's Name: Black Lighting
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian
Coloring: Black
Pictures of Character:
This is only a sample. She has a darker coat though. Feel free to use any picture.
Background Description: Well, I would like something with a dark, black, but stary sky in it, with a large, full moon. But if that's not available, then a dark forest could work.
Poems or Slogans:
It's Not How Hard You Hit, It's How Hard You Get Hit And Keep Moving Forward.....
((U can use something else if you wish, but please let me know!))
Re: The First, And The Only « Result #10 on Feb 1, 2008, 7:14am »
The mare's maw lifted and returned a smirk.
"If you want me at my best then I must respect you. I don't fear you, so respect is your best shot. Without something keeping me there, I will not be loyal, and I will not be at my best."
She replied, her voice had not changed its tone, but she was mentally grinding her teeth at the fact he had just called her Lightning again.
"And if no one in the herd is at thier best, your herd could be depleted before you accomplish anything....But, of course, you might never have a herd either."
She added, her voice was still quite monotone, but on the inside, she was edging to pull him to the ground. Though he was bigger than her, she was still quick and smart in battle. But she's are all points that aren't needed to be brought up, a battle wasn't what she was looking for...she guessed. That other side was always lurking inside of her, she could feel it lingering. She had always fought to keep it in check, knowing it could get her in trouble. Though her body didn't have an aggressive posture, her auds were still back, but not as fiercly. Her tail still flicked away the blood sucking pests normally. She wasn't easily frightened, more -for lack of a better word- agitated.
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The land is destroyed. There is nothing left for anything to thrive on, nothing, humans wiped out, the fish, insects and birds all gone, but one creature remains. The equine. They have scattered about, forming separate tribes, bands, bloodthirsty and uncontrollable. There is nothing that will stop them from tasting the metallic blood on their kissers, the bones of others snapping in their jaws. The equines have turned bloodthirsty as nothing else survived. A thick smog covers the land, blocking out the harmful sun rays, closing in the poisonous gases. The land is in ruins, nothing else remains except for the skeletons of equines and the moans of others dying, for the horses who inhabit this land are no better off. Thin and weak they push on, fighting daily, dying slowly. Neither herd has gained and neither herd has lost they are still fighting each other here today, still trying to gain the land. Each herd following the foot steps of whom they chose to follow, will the suffering ever end? Will there ever be peace again?
Deathly hot, highs of about 100 and low of about 90
Season:
Late Summer
Fighting:
Yes
Foaling:
No
Breeding:
No
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