Q:Can u tell me a story about love
cant you go read a book. i dont get paid enough for this
Q:Nice dodging the question faggot
do they have finals in sixth grade? good luck on them if you do
the hardest part about being in the fbi is remembering all the acronyms. fbi? i have no idea what that stands for. lol? what is that
I like globes that have the bumps on them for mountains. let me feel the earth, run my fingers over your himalayas, caress your inner alps
Q:Do you consider yourself more conservative or liberal?
I like to conserve. Sometimes instead of just throwing away soda cans I’ll glue them together into random shapes. That way they don’t go to the landfill until later. I’m helping.
On the other hand, I also really like libraries. They’re a good service for people who haven’t discovered the internet yet.
So a bit of both. Thanks
earth day is pretty much over now. feel free to start littering again
Q:will u tell me a story
"You can’t just ride a bear," she said. "It’s not built for transportation."
I looked at her cowardly face. “That’s loser talk,” I said.
She was a bit offended but I didn’t care. I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.
"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.
"No… please, don’t do this."
"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands.
The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day. A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.
"What if it bites you?" she protested.
But I wouldn’t listen. This was my destiny; this was my fate. I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike.
I knew it could sense I was coming. It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs. He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold. I only had my $240 North Face jacket.
"Let’s go. You and me. It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted.
He slowly turned to face me. Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond. It was kind of cute for a bear.
I readied my lasso. The time was right. The wind was settled and the air was clear. It was now or never.
But I couldn’t do it. It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before. I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.
"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.
"That’s loser talk," said the bear.
- The tension in an astronaut’s tether as they slowly move further from the ship
- 16,000 bees being born in your neighborhood every hour
- The 74 ex-soviet nuclear bombs currently unaccounted for
- That important thing you have to do by next Friday
Okay, but think of it this way: If we have gun rights what’s next? Rights for knives? Rights for bombs? It’s a slippery slope