Good stuff. I like it.

Only if he/she behaves and does his/her homework and gets good grades in school, then hell.

kylekennypiptweek wrote:

The Trilogy wrote:Oh yeah, I forgot. I got banned from Wal-Mart for getting into a brawl with this guy I hate and from tipping over a shelf.

Whaaat? That's bad. :l

You're telling me.

Big-Will wrote:

Zazaban wrote:there are several different post-release versions, including the one on the DVD slightly different than the one that was in theatres.

I'd love to get all of them. And I read there were (at least) two theater versions.

Can you site this info, Bill.

Big-Will. I'm gonna call you Bill.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I got banned from Wal-Mart for getting into a brawl with this guy I hate and from tipping over a shelf.

SquirrellySquirrel wrote:Male.

Same as this guy.

What's up? I was thinking hard last night while doing a story for advanced creative writing, and thought about Mexico. I thought wouldn't it be nice to go visit? So in two weeks, since we have two weeks off of school, I'm thinking of visit. It would be nice learned more about the Mexican culture.

Chapter 4 Father would attend to many weeks of firefighting out west; some stretches being for a month or more at a time. This gave us great time to expend as a family in waiting for his eventual return. Even during his homeward stays there were gaps of days where father would be continually at the ...

Chapter 3 My parents met in Georgia. Mother was in her last year of studying to be a teacher; father had traveled to Georgia for training as a fireman. A friend offered my father a ride to 'Jimmy's Soda Shop' where my mother was sitting in a booth with three of her friends. The attraction was instan...

Chapter 2 I was raised in the heart and soul of Boston, within the middle of a section called Charlestown. Our clapboard house stood on Elm Street; a long and narrow way just a few blocks down from the Monument Square. Our particular setting was a simple, gray, wood structure home with white-framed ...

My teacher wants us (me included) to write a story for the end of the semister. I got started on mine just last night. Sat on my ass typing it out on Microsoft Office Word. Now, I suck at writing. I don't know why I took Advanced Creative Writing. But regardless, now, this is not a site to go to whe...

Dirty Harry.

The Mummy or The Prince of Egypt?

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad. Where the West was all but won. He was all alone, smoking his last cigarette. I asked, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything"