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more blurbs?
I hate having to write stupid blubs... no offense.
Some funny, random stuff that would make you smile, a bunch :) have a very very random crazy insane day person I don't know and pan on not knowing unless your at school or perhaps part of my family *coughs from lack of air*
The Cross-Eyed Cricket may not be in any travel guides but to the chosen few that know about this little dive, it's their home away from home. We look in on the place as they prepare for an "End of the World" party on December 21, 2012. In the same fashion as hurricane parties, the patrons are just looking for an escape from the mundane. Join them and see what they discover.
neru dell and haku and piko let see if they all have a realshinship
Once again the comedic mind of Southern Belle, L. Avery Brown, has put together a bounty of beauty boo-boos. So, kick off your loafers, slide into your slippers, and get ready to snort out loud!
That's right! If Volume I of Tragic Tales of Beauty simply wasn't enough to satiate your desire to laugh like a loon at the things we'll do to make ourselves look 'ready for a close up' - you needn't worry! Volume II of Tragic Tales of Beauty is chock full of more of those precious moments when 'uh' met 'oh' and everything went downhill from there!
"When a Southern Woman Rambles... it isn't 'rambling'. Every word has meaning, every raised eyebrow and pursed lip has a purpose, and all those smiles tell a story. What's more, a Southern woman can ramble on about ANYTHING!"
Destiny starts school as the new girl. She is alone as an orphan with an unappealing woman she calls "mother".
Adrian just saved a mysterious girls life. He didn't know what to do,so he just walked away.
Will they meet again or will they stay strangers?
Waffle is a stupid kid.He will go to this school called Fuka Acandamy and make two great friends. But waffle doesnt knwo there will be some ishues in the near futcher. Good luck Waffle.
Brett is losing more than he counted on, when an oil refinery worker sits with him at the bar. Can they really stop the end of the world together?
If you have ever wondered what it would be like to crash a fairground ride, upset the Russian mob, humiliate yourself before millions of people on national television, cause eleven thousand pounds damage to a restaurant in Blackpool as a result of your ineptitude with an industrial belt sander, be a bodyguard, make a movie with an A-list Hollywood actress, try to start a business in holographic confectionery, pole-dance, hang a lawnmower from a tree, receive a VIP tour of The Whitehouse, become a Born-Again Christian (for a bit), accidentally commit an armed robbery, be Santa Claus, become homeless after laundering twelve grand in Scottish hundred-pound notes from under your kitchen sink, learn to make weaponised plutonium, fall asleep on a push-bike, sell a pair of rusty skis, be sued over a fictional secret agent by an altogether terrifyingly real firm of international lawyers, hang twenty four thousand chickens on a rack, be pursued by the paparazzi, attend a fancy dress party as a serial killer, buy twenty five thousand terracotta flower pots for a pound, co-host a radio talk show, buy a crane, flee your home in fear of a gangster ordering your legs by snapped like Twiglets, experience a surreal time-travelling incident, mislabel boxes of creosote, throw-up on stage while trying to host a game show, learn to fly, escape an assassination attempt with the assistance of a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich, or be normal... then you're no longer alone.
Welcome to Danland.
Welcome to No stranger to the P45.
What if you boyfriend for two years cheats on you with the school slut? What if you found One Direction hiding from fan-girls under your bed? Then you just magically became the greatest friends in the world, like those Fan Fiction's every girl reads. Well everything that I said out of that is true........Yes, I found One Direction under my bed. This is my story of how those five idiots became my five idiotic best friends and how a stupid little love formed for one special little bad boy Zayn Jwaad Malik.
By Rain R. aka NerdyBird