Travel on Tuesdays:
I will research destinations and write about how freaking bad I want to be there.
Yep, thats it.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
A Story.
Well it's 12:30am at the moment which is the opportune time to tell you a story.
Like all good stories I will begin with "Once upon a time"
A beautiful princess fell in love with a handsome prince and had a fairytale wedding with doves, a dress with the circumference of the moon itself and a twelve tier cake. The overly dramatic celebration turned into a romanic honeymoon on some private island they owned. They eventually gave the birth of a beautiful son who one day rebelled against his parents and married a peasant woman who owned only one outfit, which consisted of different shades of brown and was rarely ever washed. Of course they were both banished to the black forest where he and his peasant wife found a small house that most likely belonged to someone, but with no common sense to be found in their brains they went ahead and proceeded to intrude on private property. Lucky for them it was a sweet old bakers house that smelled like apples. Unfortunately he baked humans. Lucky for the baker they were humans. While tied up in a cage awaiting there boiling, deep fried death the rebellious son remembered he had an emergency escape kit in his pocket. Lucky for them they escaped. Lucky for the baker not long after the couple escaped some dumb kids decided to explore his kitchen. In the midst of the couples escape they ran into a bear who taught himself interpretive dance. Common knowledge would say to take lessons from the bear but they don't have common knowledge so they killed it and ate interpretive dance bear burgers for dinner. Their journey of banishment in the forest continued for years until they found a conk shell resting on an old statue of a kitten. His peasant wife picked it up and the shell spoke "Hello, this is the sea calling." Common knowledge would be to take a message, but instead the peasant wife politely asked to be taken off the calling list. If the peasant wife had taken a message, the shell would of ask if her and her rebellious husband if they would like to be flown out to the city and become actors in a series of annoying cruise ship commercials. Unfortunately they were taken off the call list and never heard of or seen again. The shell went on to star in several commercials and now own all the oceans.
Like all good stories I will begin with "Once upon a time"
A beautiful princess fell in love with a handsome prince and had a fairytale wedding with doves, a dress with the circumference of the moon itself and a twelve tier cake. The overly dramatic celebration turned into a romanic honeymoon on some private island they owned. They eventually gave the birth of a beautiful son who one day rebelled against his parents and married a peasant woman who owned only one outfit, which consisted of different shades of brown and was rarely ever washed. Of course they were both banished to the black forest where he and his peasant wife found a small house that most likely belonged to someone, but with no common sense to be found in their brains they went ahead and proceeded to intrude on private property. Lucky for them it was a sweet old bakers house that smelled like apples. Unfortunately he baked humans. Lucky for the baker they were humans. While tied up in a cage awaiting there boiling, deep fried death the rebellious son remembered he had an emergency escape kit in his pocket. Lucky for them they escaped. Lucky for the baker not long after the couple escaped some dumb kids decided to explore his kitchen. In the midst of the couples escape they ran into a bear who taught himself interpretive dance. Common knowledge would say to take lessons from the bear but they don't have common knowledge so they killed it and ate interpretive dance bear burgers for dinner. Their journey of banishment in the forest continued for years until they found a conk shell resting on an old statue of a kitten. His peasant wife picked it up and the shell spoke "Hello, this is the sea calling." Common knowledge would be to take a message, but instead the peasant wife politely asked to be taken off the calling list. If the peasant wife had taken a message, the shell would of ask if her and her rebellious husband if they would like to be flown out to the city and become actors in a series of annoying cruise ship commercials. Unfortunately they were taken off the call list and never heard of or seen again. The shell went on to star in several commercials and now own all the oceans.
The End
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Marino
Frank and Haylee Marino from Morgan Burke on Vimeo.
Saturday May 26th was such a beautiful day! I was so happy to be a part of my friends wedding! Her and Frank mean the world to me, and I wish them a blessed marriage!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Elevator fun.
Let the fun begin.
- Bring a little desk into the elevator and whenever someone enters ask if they have an appointment.
- Leave a box in the corner, and whenever someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
- Call out, “Group Hug!” and then enforce it.
- Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, “You’re one of them!” and back away slowly!
- When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
- Answer your phone and start describing one of the passengers, then hangup and follow him/her out of the elevator.
- Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body." Act shocked after.
- Introduce yourself then hand out name-tags.
- When the doors open and no one gets off say "I suggest you all leave...now!"
- When the elevator is relatively full say "I am sure you're wondering why I've gathered you all here."
Pretend.
I love to pretend. I have been pretending since I was a little girl.
Here are some ways to get strangers/familiars to stare at you weirdly.
- Get in a taxi and yell "Follow that car!!!"
- Walk onto a field and yell "For Narnia!!!"
- At the zoo: Go to all the animals and pretend to through a pokeball and say "______ I choose you"
- Then look for other trainers to battle
- Pretend to be on the phone. When a person is close enough to overhear you, say "Yes, continue with plan 'A' we need him dead by tomorrow" Suspiciously look to the person who can hear you and say "I've got him...Sniper shoot the guy in the _____ shirt NOW!!!"
-Morgan
Friday, May 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
MayDay 2012
Welcome to the first day of MayDay! Where I will blog sometimes in May.
Last Nights Dream.
Picture the world in the largest conflict of all time. Northern Hemisphere against Southern Hemisphere. Only the adults aren't the ones fighting this war, it's the kids. (Hunger Games is about to enter) Each hemisphere carefully selects 20 kids from the ages of 13-19 to duke it out in the providence of British Columbia. No training, no warning, no choice. All over kids were being taken away from there homes, schools, and jobs and put into these holding centers where a select amount would be put into what was like a gladiator battle. Each was provided one weapon, they were unusual. For instance, mine was a spoon. There will be one victor who would then be put into another holding center and so on and so until the 20 victors would rise to the top. The 20 now fighters were put into houses where friendships were to be made. Teamwork was the key to defeating the South. (I'm bias, cause in the dream I was one of the 20 fighters for the north) Then I woke up.
-Morgan
Last Nights Dream.
Picture the world in the largest conflict of all time. Northern Hemisphere against Southern Hemisphere. Only the adults aren't the ones fighting this war, it's the kids. (Hunger Games is about to enter) Each hemisphere carefully selects 20 kids from the ages of 13-19 to duke it out in the providence of British Columbia. No training, no warning, no choice. All over kids were being taken away from there homes, schools, and jobs and put into these holding centers where a select amount would be put into what was like a gladiator battle. Each was provided one weapon, they were unusual. For instance, mine was a spoon. There will be one victor who would then be put into another holding center and so on and so until the 20 victors would rise to the top. The 20 now fighters were put into houses where friendships were to be made. Teamwork was the key to defeating the South. (I'm bias, cause in the dream I was one of the 20 fighters for the north) Then I woke up.
-Morgan
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Mr. Horatio Nibbles.
On one fine Thursday morning I received a text message from a stranger. Now the obvious thing to do is carry on a 7-hour text conversation right? Here is how it went...
Stranger: That's when I said "The cat stalks slowly," needless to say, I won the debate. Now I am up for an award and a meeting with Oliver Cutlery!
Me: Bravo! Bravo! That's amazing :D
Stranger: Thank you, I know I know, I am quit amazing. And you-you-you're nothing but a horse-man! A bloody centaur! I told you the outside world would never accept you, I mean you're half horse!
Me: How dare you stoop so low you dirt eating rat!!
Stranger: Hey! Hey! I may be a rat but I'm making it in life. You just sit around out in the woods all day picking flowers and brushing your hair. I'm an eloquent rodent, at least I'm not a half breed!
Me: Woah woah woah! I am a prize to be won! There are many stinky rodents running around these trees, but only a few gorgeous wonderful centaur such as myself. So watch your mouth! FYI I have amazing hair thank you very much.
Stranger: True true, nice hair. Too bad about the small brain; that's why the centaurs are all gone. I mean, you sleep outside, that's why you're average life expectancy is 28; you all die of pneumonia because you sleep in the grass...in the rain!
Me: It's called being one with nature. And we die young yes, but at least we look smoking hot when we go. You rodents look like a dried up prune that got rolled in some fur.
Stranger: But I'm dead so who cares. When I die I already told my son he could eat me. That's efficiency! No funeral cost, free dinner; better than rotting alone in the woods.
Me: Efficient and gross! Sheesh I knew you guys were abhorrent but cannibals as well? At family get togethers do you all discuss how uncle Earl tasted? I am appalled.
Stranger: Uncle Earl had a sweet yet nutty flavor with a hint of licorice, a true delicacy. Anyway at least I have a family! Your father left your mother, and your mother died at 22!
Me: How do you know about my family?? And those are rumors, my father loved my mother and me very much! He had to leave to fight in the battle. My mother couldn't handle the pain of his absence to the point where living was unbearable. She took her own life...a selfish move on her part. I've had to fend for myself since I was eight! And your filthy rat heritage is none to be proud of. Cowering away from the battles that lie ahead! You are a disgrace.
Stranger: You just made up a whimsical story to romanticize your miserable life, and haven't you ever seen the nutcracker? Rat's are warriors!
Me: The nutcracker...really? Only created to boost a rats self esteem. And you say I am the one making up whimsical stories? You little delusional thing.
Stranger: The Nutcracker is a historical epic...it's just been changed a bit through the course of history...you know how that is, people believe your kind is only a myth.
Me: Peoples belief in me is not my problem. Although I must say I am a little hurt at this truth. At least they don't try to kill me with traps and cheese. Or shove me in a sewer.
Stranger: I love the sewer, and I hate people; The vile murderers!
Me: It appears we have something in common: our hate for humans. I must ask you now, who am I speaking to??
Stranger: Mr. Horatio Nibbles! You know me! Don't be daft sir, don't be daft!
Me: Sir...are you certain I am a sir? I am afraid you are mistaken. Tell me, Mr. Horatio, how did we meet?
Stranger: The day I found you in your grove. You shared a dandelion with me. Surely you remember?
Me: I'm afraid I can't remember anything after the day I came home from battle. I was hit in the head and lost most of my memory.
Stranger: You were never in war! You're a hippy centaur! You and your stories. I think you've blown your mind on mushrooms.
Me: Hey! That is not true, I was in war, I am freaking built for war! Have you seen this body!? It belongs on a battlefield!
Stranger: Oh please, sure you have a six pack, but you have a bird chest and twig arms, and your horse part is fat and out of shape.
Me: You know way to much about my life and appearance...are you a stalking rat!?
Stranger: We hang out all the time! I'm telling you: lay off the mushrooms!
Me: Are you a spy!? Are you watching me now!! I demand proof that we are friends!
Stranger: The dandelion, your birthday is May 10, you wash your hair with the dew off of pure white lilies, come on, it's the Nibster!
Me: Nibster? First off I would never associate myself with a rat, let alone a rat who calls himself Nibster. I am sorry I can't believe this. And I am severely frightened that you know how I wash my hair...
Stranger: Come on man, we're buds; you and I- buds: you, I (myself) sorry, I wanted to se some punctuation back there, I got carried away?!@#12
Me: Oh my that was a confusing sentence O_O
Stranger: Yes, I am starting to fall out of character...this is not good!
Me: This is not very good at all!! But really who is this? I think this is the most fantastic text convo ever!
Stranger: It's Billy from the park!
Me: I really don't know any Billy from the park? Who do you think you are talking to??
Stranger: Oliver Olive...the guy who read Walden in te rich voice.
Me: Whaaa?? I am not Oliver.
Stranger: Whaaa??? Oh nooooo! I don't know you! Stranger danger!
Me: Bahahaha!
*Tells me about Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass*
Stranger: So go and read, and I will leave you alone. Ta ta, cheerio, and all that rubbish.
Me: Goodbye for now.
-Morgan Rae & Stranger
Stranger: That's when I said "The cat stalks slowly," needless to say, I won the debate. Now I am up for an award and a meeting with Oliver Cutlery!
Me: Bravo! Bravo! That's amazing :D
Stranger: Thank you, I know I know, I am quit amazing. And you-you-you're nothing but a horse-man! A bloody centaur! I told you the outside world would never accept you, I mean you're half horse!
Me: How dare you stoop so low you dirt eating rat!!
Stranger: Hey! Hey! I may be a rat but I'm making it in life. You just sit around out in the woods all day picking flowers and brushing your hair. I'm an eloquent rodent, at least I'm not a half breed!
Me: Woah woah woah! I am a prize to be won! There are many stinky rodents running around these trees, but only a few gorgeous wonderful centaur such as myself. So watch your mouth! FYI I have amazing hair thank you very much.
Stranger: True true, nice hair. Too bad about the small brain; that's why the centaurs are all gone. I mean, you sleep outside, that's why you're average life expectancy is 28; you all die of pneumonia because you sleep in the grass...in the rain!
Me: It's called being one with nature. And we die young yes, but at least we look smoking hot when we go. You rodents look like a dried up prune that got rolled in some fur.
Stranger: But I'm dead so who cares. When I die I already told my son he could eat me. That's efficiency! No funeral cost, free dinner; better than rotting alone in the woods.
Me: Efficient and gross! Sheesh I knew you guys were abhorrent but cannibals as well? At family get togethers do you all discuss how uncle Earl tasted? I am appalled.
Stranger: Uncle Earl had a sweet yet nutty flavor with a hint of licorice, a true delicacy. Anyway at least I have a family! Your father left your mother, and your mother died at 22!
Me: How do you know about my family?? And those are rumors, my father loved my mother and me very much! He had to leave to fight in the battle. My mother couldn't handle the pain of his absence to the point where living was unbearable. She took her own life...a selfish move on her part. I've had to fend for myself since I was eight! And your filthy rat heritage is none to be proud of. Cowering away from the battles that lie ahead! You are a disgrace.
Stranger: You just made up a whimsical story to romanticize your miserable life, and haven't you ever seen the nutcracker? Rat's are warriors!
Me: The nutcracker...really? Only created to boost a rats self esteem. And you say I am the one making up whimsical stories? You little delusional thing.
Stranger: The Nutcracker is a historical epic...it's just been changed a bit through the course of history...you know how that is, people believe your kind is only a myth.
Me: Peoples belief in me is not my problem. Although I must say I am a little hurt at this truth. At least they don't try to kill me with traps and cheese. Or shove me in a sewer.
Stranger: I love the sewer, and I hate people; The vile murderers!
Me: It appears we have something in common: our hate for humans. I must ask you now, who am I speaking to??
Stranger: Mr. Horatio Nibbles! You know me! Don't be daft sir, don't be daft!
Me: Sir...are you certain I am a sir? I am afraid you are mistaken. Tell me, Mr. Horatio, how did we meet?
Stranger: The day I found you in your grove. You shared a dandelion with me. Surely you remember?
Me: I'm afraid I can't remember anything after the day I came home from battle. I was hit in the head and lost most of my memory.
Stranger: You were never in war! You're a hippy centaur! You and your stories. I think you've blown your mind on mushrooms.
Me: Hey! That is not true, I was in war, I am freaking built for war! Have you seen this body!? It belongs on a battlefield!
Stranger: Oh please, sure you have a six pack, but you have a bird chest and twig arms, and your horse part is fat and out of shape.
Me: You know way to much about my life and appearance...are you a stalking rat!?
Stranger: We hang out all the time! I'm telling you: lay off the mushrooms!
Me: Are you a spy!? Are you watching me now!! I demand proof that we are friends!
Stranger: The dandelion, your birthday is May 10, you wash your hair with the dew off of pure white lilies, come on, it's the Nibster!
Me: Nibster? First off I would never associate myself with a rat, let alone a rat who calls himself Nibster. I am sorry I can't believe this. And I am severely frightened that you know how I wash my hair...
Stranger: Come on man, we're buds; you and I- buds: you, I (myself) sorry, I wanted to se some punctuation back there, I got carried away?!@#12
Me: Oh my that was a confusing sentence O_O
Stranger: Yes, I am starting to fall out of character...this is not good!
Me: This is not very good at all!! But really who is this? I think this is the most fantastic text convo ever!
Stranger: It's Billy from the park!
Me: I really don't know any Billy from the park? Who do you think you are talking to??
Stranger: Oliver Olive...the guy who read Walden in te rich voice.
Me: Whaaa?? I am not Oliver.
Stranger: Whaaa??? Oh nooooo! I don't know you! Stranger danger!
Me: Bahahaha!
*Tells me about Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass*
Stranger: So go and read, and I will leave you alone. Ta ta, cheerio, and all that rubbish.
Me: Goodbye for now.
-Morgan Rae & Stranger
Friday, February 24, 2012
Oh hail no...
If this is a trend for me this year...well, let's just say I will be doing some pretty crazy things throughout 2012.
-Morgan
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
#BathroomFears
Always checking the shower before brushing your teeth in fear that some one, or something will attack you as soon as you bend over in the sink.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Homework.
Click here to see epic cat.
I had to listen to this song over and over for my Music Appreciation course. This cat got me through the assignment to say the least.
Here is an extra treat.
I had to listen to this song over and over for my Music Appreciation course. This cat got me through the assignment to say the least.
Here is an extra treat.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Sassy little years we have.
Hello! I hope the new year is treating everyone nicely. I know how years can be a little sassy. The resolutions are hopefully still intact. I have a few general resolutions that I hope to stick with till the end of the year.
1. Eat healthier, and be more active.
When making heathly cookeis expect them to taste like healthy cookies and nothing else. You will be sad if you expect sugary-sweet amazement...That is all I have to say.
2. Develop a good sleeping schedule.
Falling asleep at two in the morning and waking up 5 hours later is apparently bad for you...
3. Be more adventurous.
I have decided that "watching" other people do cool things is most definitely not as fun as "doing" the cool things yourself.
4. Film more
I love filming and documenting things with film and photography, so it only makes sense to explore my talent and expand it as much as I can this year.
5. Find something that I can't do, and conquer it.
I will search for a "thing" that I am unable to do at the moment and give myself a year to dominate it.
-Morgan
1. Eat healthier, and be more active.
When making heathly cookeis expect them to taste like healthy cookies and nothing else. You will be sad if you expect sugary-sweet amazement...That is all I have to say.
2. Develop a good sleeping schedule.
Falling asleep at two in the morning and waking up 5 hours later is apparently bad for you...
3. Be more adventurous.
I have decided that "watching" other people do cool things is most definitely not as fun as "doing" the cool things yourself.
4. Film more
I love filming and documenting things with film and photography, so it only makes sense to explore my talent and expand it as much as I can this year.
5. Find something that I can't do, and conquer it.
I will search for a "thing" that I am unable to do at the moment and give myself a year to dominate it.
Word of 2012- Adventure
Phrase of 2012- Make the most of every opportunity. (Col 4:5)
-Morgan
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Life in 2011: Milestones
Wanna know what happens when I lose precious
hours of sleep? This, my lovely friends is what happens. I am about to share
with you all a few tid-bit stories that are slight milestones in my life in
2011. And on we go...
-I dropped out of my first BIO 101 class after
the first day. He was intimidating and made me stand in front of the
class and expose my life to a bunch of strangers. He asked me to pour out my
life to a group of students whom which I had never met nor did I know what
sinister things they could do with my precious information. He should have just
planned a sleep over and had us all engaged in a game of truth or dare truth.
-I got my first F. In my defense to every question I
had my professor proceeded to answer with "That’s just how it is"
Excuse me? You are a teacher and I pay money for you to teach me "how it
is" If there is no real meaning or purpose behind why this problem came
out to this answer then why the heck am I spending all my brain juices trying
to figure out a meaningless equation!? Logic math is 10% math, and 90% if
P then Q nonsense/anything else pointless you can think of mixed with
Egyptian/Chinese/Hebrew number systems. I was very distraught and had countless
sleepless nights due to that class.
-I have never liked my job. Being a cashier at a
grocery store is fun and all, but when I am working for people who love their
job like captain hook loved peter pan, there’s a problem. I never
wanted the job, but when an opportunity is placed in your lap you better take
it. I finally made my own decision and left. My last day was the Tuesday before Christmas...I think
they wanted to poke me with a pitchfork due to my abandonment. I am now an
official "poor college student" I'll have to get another job if I
ever want to backpack around Europe ;]
- I leaped out of
my comfort bubble and joined a small group at my church. I don't normally do
things on my own so it was a pretty big deal to me. The first night I got there
and I was so nervous to walk in. I don’t know what I'm so scared
of exactly but it makes me feel sick. I still get anxious even though I’ve been going for over ten weeks now. I am a creature of habit
for sure, but inside all I want is to jump into every random adventure I can
get my hands on. (Goal for 2012)
There are many more but these are the events that I learned the most from.
-Morgan/SunnyRae
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Years
What are my plans for this New Year we call 2012. Well I have a few projects I would like to complete/start. As for resolutions, I'll plan those monthly. I mean seriously a whole entire year is a lot of time to screw it all up. So each month i've set a mini goal to accomplish. If all goes as planned by the end of year I should be figuring out what to do with my billion dollars that a team of misfits and I had stolen from the bank... I really don't plan on doing that this year, maybe 2013.
2012 is only lived once, I don't care what you say you can't rewind time, so make the best of it and live it to it's fullest. By that I mean by the end of this year you should look back and say "wow I did all that O_O" instead of "Next year I'm going to all this!"
2012 is only lived once, I don't care what you say you can't rewind time, so make the best of it and live it to it's fullest. By that I mean by the end of this year you should look back and say "wow I did all that O_O" instead of "Next year I'm going to all this!"
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| HAPPY NEW YEAR! |
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Little Christmas traditions.
My favorite Christmas tradition would be on Christmas eve. My little brother and I would sleep for 5 hours, tops! Whoever woke up first would wake the other (little bro always woke me up), this usually happens around 3am. Then we would dig through our stockings which hung over on the staircase! Mom and Dad always put puzzles and games in them to keep us busy, and would slip in a snack in to keep us out of the pantries. The result of this was my parents finding us passed-out on the couch with stocking stuffers covering the living room floor. Hope you guys had a Merry Christmas!
-Morgan
-Morgan
Friday, December 30, 2011
Y.H.D.C.S.B.G
I have been challenged to create 7 stories, using these 7 words at the beginning of each sentence. Challenge accepted! #AlisonBurke
1. yellow
2. hairy
3. dolphins
4. card
5. snuggle
6. BAM!
7. go
1. yellow
Yellow. Yellow is a color. Yellow is the color of the dragon living in my basement. Yellow, with it being a sweet and beautiful color, is not often associated with the ferocious dragon I have come to call Santagonti. Yellow is often placed in the category of sunshine and babies, not dragons. Yellow just happens to be Santagonti's favorite color. Yellow, you may ask? Yellow, yes, yellow is in deed his favorite color, for a good reason I may add. Yellow gnomes, you see, are a dragons favorite food! Yellow gnomes eh, bet you didn't know that! Yellow, in my opinion, is an understated color that should be seen as a fierce and dragon-tastic color! The End
2. hairy
Hairy Monsters live under my bed. Hairy Monsters want to eat my head. Hairy Monsters are a dangerous type. Hairy Monsters are known to bite. Hairy Monster all giant and strong. Hairy Monsters sing Beatles songs. Hairy Monsters favor blue eyed blondes. Hairy Monsters hunt in ponds. Hairy Monsters a poem I wrote. Hairy Monster has slit his throat. Hairy Monsters big and small. Hairy Monsters I love them all. The End.
3. dolphins
4. card
Card was the name of a young man who lived on the east-side of the state of Maine in a town called Pinchford. Card lived there with his wife, Sophie. Card was a writer for the local paper, and Sophie was a freelance journalist. Card and Sophie were loved by all the towns people, and were invited to all the parties. Card was planning on throwing a New Years Eve party for the town, but something was about to happen that Card was not expecting. Card, you see, had a pretty rough past: with always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Card used to live in the streets of New York, dirty dangerous, and filled with unlikely adventure. Card had just turned 18 and thought it was a good idea to go with his, poorly chosen, friends to this abandoned house. (Card, are you stupid??) Card and his band of misfits arrive at the house only to find it burned down. Card was upset to say the least, but what made him even more unsettled was the figure standing behind the pile of burned up home. Card called out to see if the mysterious figure would answer: nothing. Card then proceeded to walk towards it, like any stupid teen in a horror flick would do. Card would soon grow to regret this decision. Card walked up slowly to the figure behind the home and what he saw was none other then the man who had killed his puppy back in 95!! Card was in tears of angry, and joy: anger at the man, joy at the fact that he can now do something about the ridiculous act this man committed. Card was about to beat the man to his death, but the man seemed to be laughing. Card yelled and asked why he was laughing, and to stop this instant! Card then heard something that no man ever wants to hear a mysterious man say: I will see you on New Years, 2012. Card then proceeded to bash the mans head with a stick, then he and his "friends" were on their way. Card had no memory of that night what soever, and the new years eve party went as planned. Card saw that all was going well so he stepped out on the porch to mingle with some guests. Card saw no one there? Card ran inside: they were all gone!? Card became frantic, thinking the town hated him. Card then saw the mysterious puppy killing man. Card screamed, Who are you, and where are my friends!?!?! Card heard the next sentence and shuddered like he had seen a ghost: "They are gone now and wont be coming back." Card broke down in tears. Card asked the man why he had done this, why he killed his puppy. Card looked up and the man had vanished. Card never figured out where his friends had gone, or why his puppy died, but to this day he roams the town in search for the mysterious man with the intentions of introducing him to his last breathes. The End
5. snuggle
7. go
Harrison and Josh this last one is for you, even if no one else thinks it's funny you guys will =^] Link->http://youtu.be/uE5xZKszXMQ
1. yellow
2. hairy
3. dolphins
4. card
5. snuggle
6. BAM!
7. go
Yellow. Yellow is a color. Yellow is the color of the dragon living in my basement. Yellow, with it being a sweet and beautiful color, is not often associated with the ferocious dragon I have come to call Santagonti. Yellow is often placed in the category of sunshine and babies, not dragons. Yellow just happens to be Santagonti's favorite color. Yellow, you may ask? Yellow, yes, yellow is in deed his favorite color, for a good reason I may add. Yellow gnomes, you see, are a dragons favorite food! Yellow gnomes eh, bet you didn't know that! Yellow, in my opinion, is an understated color that should be seen as a fierce and dragon-tastic color! The End
Dolphins can talk. Dolphins have been speaking for years, but we humans have failed to take the time to listen to what they have to say. Dolphins have been trying to tell us to exterminate shark since forever. Dolphins are quite the smart bunch. Dolphins do in fact have the ability to reach out to us, but in fear of scaring us away or having us all check ourselves into mental institutions they have remained silent. Dolphins know the danger of the these deep sea monsters we call sharks, and I for one think we need to team up with these dolphins to eliminate these evil sharks. Dolphins will rule the world. The End
Card was the name of a young man who lived on the east-side of the state of Maine in a town called Pinchford. Card lived there with his wife, Sophie. Card was a writer for the local paper, and Sophie was a freelance journalist. Card and Sophie were loved by all the towns people, and were invited to all the parties. Card was planning on throwing a New Years Eve party for the town, but something was about to happen that Card was not expecting. Card, you see, had a pretty rough past: with always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Card used to live in the streets of New York, dirty dangerous, and filled with unlikely adventure. Card had just turned 18 and thought it was a good idea to go with his, poorly chosen, friends to this abandoned house. (Card, are you stupid??) Card and his band of misfits arrive at the house only to find it burned down. Card was upset to say the least, but what made him even more unsettled was the figure standing behind the pile of burned up home. Card called out to see if the mysterious figure would answer: nothing. Card then proceeded to walk towards it, like any stupid teen in a horror flick would do. Card would soon grow to regret this decision. Card walked up slowly to the figure behind the home and what he saw was none other then the man who had killed his puppy back in 95!! Card was in tears of angry, and joy: anger at the man, joy at the fact that he can now do something about the ridiculous act this man committed. Card was about to beat the man to his death, but the man seemed to be laughing. Card yelled and asked why he was laughing, and to stop this instant! Card then heard something that no man ever wants to hear a mysterious man say: I will see you on New Years, 2012. Card then proceeded to bash the mans head with a stick, then he and his "friends" were on their way. Card had no memory of that night what soever, and the new years eve party went as planned. Card saw that all was going well so he stepped out on the porch to mingle with some guests. Card saw no one there? Card ran inside: they were all gone!? Card became frantic, thinking the town hated him. Card then saw the mysterious puppy killing man. Card screamed, Who are you, and where are my friends!?!?! Card heard the next sentence and shuddered like he had seen a ghost: "They are gone now and wont be coming back." Card broke down in tears. Card asked the man why he had done this, why he killed his puppy. Card looked up and the man had vanished. Card never figured out where his friends had gone, or why his puppy died, but to this day he roams the town in search for the mysterious man with the intentions of introducing him to his last breathes. The End
Snuggle bear is the newest and greatest toy on the market today! Snuggle bear is the toy that children all over the world would kill for. Snuggle bear caused the worlds biggest riot in recorded history. Snuggle bear drove children to plunder through towns and lock up any one who refused to give them a snuggle bear. Snuggle bear ruined every life over the age of 7. Snuggle bears are now stored in a palace in Indonesia where the toddlers rule over the world. Snuggle bears will be destroyed and the toddlers will soon enough be put in time out. Snuggles bears may have ruined the world for now, but come nap time we elders will rise with a vengeance. The End
6. BAM
BAM, BAM, BAM!!
"BAM, Billy what on earth are you doing?"
BAM, your dead!
BAM I'm dead, how am I talking if im dead??
BAM, BAM, BAM, die evil doer!
BAM!
.......bam, ba-ba-am....
BAM muahahah...oh my were you not being serious with the BAMS??
The End"BAM, Billy what on earth are you doing?"
BAM, your dead!
BAM I'm dead, how am I talking if im dead??
BAM, BAM, BAM, die evil doer!
BAM!
.......bam, ba-ba-am....
BAM muahahah...oh my were you not being serious with the BAMS??
Harrison and Josh this last one is for you, even if no one else thinks it's funny you guys will =^] Link->http://youtu.be/uE5xZKszXMQ
Go. Go to the house on the corner of Apple St. Go enter the house through the backdoor. Go explore the house for I have hidden a treasure of great meaning within it. Go to the front and to the back. Go to the back to the front. Go look under sofas, and beds, and tables. Go find what I have hidden. Go get what you have found and bring it to me. Go, now I must enjoy my biscuits with, asdlkjdfiji, breathe ommm biscuits ain't for jam!!! The End
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