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Array-ne As everyone keeps calling it chinobel instead of Chimmels and it is AFTERLIFE….There has been a massive nuclear explosion in the local power station and has caused some kind of Dawn of the dead situation with zombies. If they shoot a soldier 5 times the soldier dies or something.
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and also today, is the day we have our defense in research (its a subject). me and dorothy are both leaders in a group so we supposedly the one to demand our groupmates to make their use of themselves in helping in our research. and since our exam finish at 12:00 pm, me and dorothy with charlene and noelle(our friends) went to a computer shop to polish our research. it was kind of hard to type the research paper because i beginning to feel sick. but i thought of the posibillities if i can’t pass the research paper, i can’t grurantee to graduate. we we’re kind of nervous to report and prayed that he will not comment much on the research paper.
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If you know me, then you know that I’m always smiling, it’s my way of being able to get away with saying things like, “Hey, I think you sleep around a lot.”Since I’m smiling, people don’t take my insults seriously, so I can say pretty much say whatever I want. The hostess, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way.“That’s creepy,” she said disgustedly.“You used the wrong word,” I replied, “You meant to say, ‘Sexy,’”She was NOT amused, and I wondered to myself if Nicholina had been the one that hired her. He found me and said, “Hey, you can’t be leaving your dirty dishes on tables,” to which I replied, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”After this, you would think that people would be satisfied, but that was surely not the case.Somehow Nicholina found out and said, “Hey, vat’s theese I hear about ju leeving derty deeshes on the tables?” to which I replied, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”I wanted to quit right then and there, but for some reason I decided to wait 7 months.Once business declined, Peter found me and said, “Hey, do you have a minute,” to which I replied, “Peter, for you, I have a million.”He brought me into the restaurant’s party room and sat me down at a table. He thought I was high too.“Because Nicholina scares me,” I said JOKINGLY.“What?” Peter said, taken back by my comment. There was two girls, and 3.2 million dudes.“Was the other girl hot at least?” you ask.No, she wasn’t, and to make matters worse, she was one of those chicks that had a boyfriend in Iraq and wanted everybody to know it.“This is my friend Jim,” the hostess said, as she introduced me to her friend.“I have a boyfriend,” the girl said as she shook my hand, “He’s in Iraq.”“OK,” I replied, a little wierded out, “That’s good to hear.”I assumed that the hostess knew the sausages, because everybody was talking like they had known each other for years. By 5 in the morning, the hostess was getting more and more tanked, and the sausages were getting more and more horny.“Let’s play spin the bottle,” one dude said.“OK!” the hostess slurred excitedly.“I’m not playing, I have a boyfriend,” the other girl said, “He’s in Iraq.”Once again, I rolled my eyes as I pointed out that there was 3.2 million guys, but only 1 girl willing to play. After the sausages finally realized that there was only 1 girl, they decided to play truth or dare.“Yaaay, I love truth or dare!” the hostess slurred.“Ok,” said one sausage, “Then you can go first.”“I want a dare!” she slurred.“I’m not playing because I have a boyfriend,” the other girl interjected, ”He’s in Iraq.”The hostess’ dare was to get butt-ass-naked and then to run around the basement. Just as I got to the top stair, the hostess peeked her head out of the closet.“Where are you going?” she whined.“I’m going to the bathroom,” I lied, “I have to piss really bad.”“Why do you have your coat on?” she asked.“Because I get cold when I take a piss sometimes,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “And if I get cold, I won’t be able to go.”“OK,” she said, and went back in the closet.Once I got upstairs, I put my shoes on. Just as I got to the edge of the garage, I was absconded.“You are leaving, aren’t you?” she whined.“No!” I exclaimed, becoming rather annoyed, “I told you, I have to take a piss.”Then she started to hug me, I was quite disturbed.“Why are you outside?” she asked.“I like to piss outside,” I told her, “It’s much better that way.”“That’s weird.”“What can I say, I’m a weird guy,” I said, “Hey, you have to go inside, or I’ll get stage fright, and if I get stage fright, then I won’t be able to piss.”“Ok,” she said, and then went back into the house.It was 6 in the morning, and it was my last day at the Olive Garden, just for the record.
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Came back saw ‘Donnie Darko’ plus deleted scenes plus deleted scenes with commentary plus other scenes with commentaryplus talked about it with Lupus and JB.Went to bed around 4.Woke around 11:30 for my 11:40 Don Rags.Don Rags began around 12:20.Went well.So Donnie Darko, is a kick ass movie. If you noticed when Donnie walks out of the movie theater, one of the movies playing is ‘The Last Temptation of Christ’, then the movie makes quite a bit more of sense.
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Here is part deaux in the wicked verbal street brawl me and M.C. Ginnis got rollin’ the other day yo! Who’s gots the skills ta pay the bills?! Give it a read and decide for you self Knocka! Drop a lizz-ine in the comments if you gots the heart or you can disappear like a smelly baby fart! Ya heard!My Rhymes are in BOLD font, M.C. Ginnis is in normal font.Again…start from the bottom up:—–Original Message—–From: Damon J Barron [mailto:kenobimail@*****.com]Sent: Wednesday, March 02, 2005 1:11 PMTo: M.C. GinnisSubject: RE: Web linkShazam! Your rhymes is like Stevie Wonder! OUTTA SIGHT!Yo, Ima bout to bring it…My rhymes come at you big and strong like my man David ProwseYour skills don’t compare, like Kenny Baker your small as a mouseSqueezing on Leia’s boobies cause I’m the brutha in chargeI’m the biggest V.I.P. up on Jabba’s sail bargeWhen I’m on the mike I’m just like Jar Jar and I get stupidMy shows pack more magic than when Han and Leia were shot by cupidI know how to make Jabba’s dancers groove with the funkBut you would never know cause you can’t get past B’ohmar MonkThe ladies I score are so hot they turn planet Hoth to waterIt’s no big surprise that I’m screwing Anankin’s DaughterThe way the Republic and Empire dig me almost makes me sickIt’s like I got all of them suckahs and playuhs under a Jedi mind trickI got my spinners on the falcon cause that’s how I’m cruisinBumpin beats harder than Vader giving Luke a bruisinJust like Anakin its for more skills that your wishinNot even Lucas could help you out with a new SPECIAL EDITION!what what!M.C. Ginnis wrote:Damn Charles…yo shit is in charge.I’m about to get ill with my skill…I’m the AT-ST driver, my flow will squash you like a mothMy beat-box skills will leave you frozen back on HothWith rhymes so thick, they’ll stick to you like jellyBreaking you in half and stuffing you in a Taun Taun’s bellyThis shit is deep, like the voice of James Earl JonesTearing through the galaxy and destroying all the ClonesMy speeder-bike is blinging, I roll with all the cashI’m an intergalactic Jedi-pimp with a Lando mustacheMy flow is vicious, like snaggle-tooth’s faceI’ve got the freshest kick-worm on the planet and in spaceI know you’re listening…you just have to get your fixMy beats will get you high just like your snorting death-sticksPadme just called and she wants me over prontoShe’ll sit on my face and ride me like a RontoBitch is tired of Anakin…says the dude’s a bumLeia’s coming too for my rapping-Jedi threesomewhat!—–Original Message—–From: Damon J Barron [mailto:kenobimail@.*****com]Sent: Wednesday, March 02, 2005 10:50 AMTo: M.C. GinnisSubject: RE: Web linkDamn money! That flow was BANK!Imo step it up a bit yo…I’m using my lyrical saber and I’m swinging it hardGonna cut through M.C.’s like Gammorean GuardsThe force flows in my funky style that I’m bringgin straight to yaYour gonna get wrapped up in my beats like the head of Bib FortunaLike the republic to the empire, I’m ignoring what your barkinYour raps are getting stale and old just like Grand Moff TarkinWhen it comes to Star Wars your like Luke in Dagobah…LOST!Even Tony Danza heard my rhymes and asked whos the Bossk?”Step up to me and Ill roll you up like the buns in Leias hairMy words fly faster than the pod races on MalastairYour like my padawan trying to earn the rights to your saberIll take you under my wing so you can be my Cloud Car NeighborI make Tuskan Raiders pack up a village and scurry like a womp ratIm known through out the galaxy, every one knows where its AT-ATYou were on the Kessel run? I think heard some rebels tell that storySomeone told it to me while I was on Yavin 4 getting a medal for my gloryEven when Jedis die they talk about how Im so dopeObi wan was just telling my homie Yoda that boys our only hopeKeep your show tickets cause Im gonna be mixin on NabooI gots a new rap thats got Lobot talkin’ cause thats just how I doyknow it!M.C. Ginnis wrote:Damn McGruff…you just took a bite out of me. Crunk flow kid…crunk flow.Im all about keeping it real in the SW universeand I dont even need a day to go home and rehearseSo peep my styles, and hear my flowIm the
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Array-ne As everyone keeps calling it chinobel instead of Chimmels and it is AFTERLIFE….There has been a massive nuclear explosion in the local power station and has caused some kind of Dawn of the dead situation with zombies. If they shoot a soldier 5 times the soldier dies or something.
link

and also today, is the day we have our defense in research (its a subject). me and dorothy are both leaders in a group so we supposedly the one to demand our groupmates to make their use of themselves in helping in our research. and since our exam finish at 12:00 pm, me and dorothy with charlene and noelle(our friends) went to a computer shop to polish our research. it was kind of hard to type the research paper because i beginning to feel sick. but i thought of the posibillities if i can’t pass the research paper, i can’t grurantee to graduate. we we’re kind of nervous to report and prayed that he will not comment much on the research paper.
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If you know me, then you know that I’m always smiling, it’s my way of being able to get away with saying things like, “Hey, I think you sleep around a lot.”Since I’m smiling, people don’t take my insults seriously, so I can say pretty much say whatever I want. The hostess, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way.“That’s creepy,” she said disgustedly.“You used the wrong word,” I replied, “You meant to say, ‘Sexy,’”She was NOT amused, and I wondered to myself if Nicholina had been the one that hired her. He found me and said, “Hey, you can’t be leaving your dirty dishes on tables,” to which I replied, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”After this, you would think that people would be satisfied, but that was surely not the case.Somehow Nicholina found out and said, “Hey, vat’s theese I hear about ju leeving derty deeshes on the tables?” to which I replied, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”I wanted to quit right then and there, but for some reason I decided to wait 7 months.Once business declined, Peter found me and said, “Hey, do you have a minute,” to which I replied, “Peter, for you, I have a million.”He brought me into the restaurant’s party room and sat me down at a table. He thought I was high too.“Because Nicholina scares me,” I said JOKINGLY.“What?” Peter said, taken back by my comment. There was two girls, and 3.2 million dudes.“Was the other girl hot at least?” you ask.No, she wasn’t, and to make matters worse, she was one of those chicks that had a boyfriend in Iraq and wanted everybody to know it.“This is my friend Jim,” the hostess said, as she introduced me to her friend.“I have a boyfriend,” the girl said as she shook my hand, “He’s in Iraq.”“OK,” I replied, a little wierded out, “That’s good to hear.”I assumed that the hostess knew the sausages, because everybody was talking like they had known each other for years. By 5 in the morning, the hostess was getting more and more tanked, and the sausages were getting more and more horny.“Let’s play spin the bottle,” one dude said.“OK!” the hostess slurred excitedly.“I’m not playing, I have a boyfriend,” the other girl said, “He’s in Iraq.”Once again, I rolled my eyes as I pointed out that there was 3.2 million guys, but only 1 girl willing to play. After the sausages finally realized that there was only 1 girl, they decided to play truth or dare.“Yaaay, I love truth or dare!” the hostess slurred.“Ok,” said one sausage, “Then you can go first.”“I want a dare!” she slurred.“I’m not playing because I have a boyfriend,” the other girl interjected, ”He’s in Iraq.”The hostess’ dare was to get butt-ass-naked and then to run around the basement. Just as I got to the top stair, the hostess peeked her head out of the closet.“Where are you going?” she whined.“I’m going to the bathroom,” I lied, “I have to piss really bad.”“Why do you have your coat on?” she asked.“Because I get cold when I take a piss sometimes,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “And if I get cold, I won’t be able to go.”“OK,” she said, and went back in the closet.Once I got upstairs, I put my shoes on. Just as I got to the edge of the garage, I was absconded.“You are leaving, aren’t you?” she whined.“No!” I exclaimed, becoming rather annoyed, “I told you, I have to take a piss.”Then she started to hug me, I was quite disturbed.“Why are you outside?” she asked.“I like to piss outside,” I told her, “It’s much better that way.”“That’s weird.”“What can I say, I’m a weird guy,” I said, “Hey, you have to go inside, or I’ll get stage fright, and if I get stage fright, then I won’t be able to piss.”“Ok,” she said, and then went back into the house.It was 6 in the morning, and it was my last day at the Olive Garden, just for the record.
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Came back saw ‘Donnie Darko’ plus deleted scenes plus deleted scenes with commentary plus other scenes with commentaryplus talked about it with Lupus and JB.Went to bed around 4.Woke around 11:30 for my 11:40 Don Rags.Don Rags began around 12:20.Went well.So Donnie Darko, is a kick ass movie. If you noticed when Donnie walks out of the movie theater, one of the movies playing is ‘The Last Temptation of Christ’, then the movie makes quite a bit more of sense.
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Here is part deaux in the wicked verbal street brawl me and M.C. Ginnis got rollin’ the other day yo! Who’s gots the skills ta pay the bills?! Give it a read and decide for you self Knocka! Drop a lizz-ine in the comments if you gots the heart or you can disappear like a smelly baby fart! Ya heard!My Rhymes are in BOLD font, M.C. Ginnis is in normal font.Again…start from the bottom up:—–Original Message—–From: Damon J Barron [mailto:kenobimail@*****.com]Sent: Wednesday, March 02, 2005 1:11 PMTo: M.C. GinnisSubject: RE: Web linkShazam! Your rhymes is like Stevie Wonder! OUTTA SIGHT!Yo, Ima bout to bring it…My rhymes come at you big and strong like my man David ProwseYour skills don’t compare, like Kenny Baker your small as a mouseSqueezing on Leia’s boobies cause I’m the brutha in chargeI’m the biggest V.I.P. up on Jabba’s sail bargeWhen I’m on the mike I’m just like Jar Jar and I get stupidMy shows pack more magic than when Han and Leia were shot by cupidI know how to make Jabba’s dancers groove with the funkBut you would never know cause you can’t get past B’ohmar MonkThe ladies I score are so hot they turn planet Hoth to waterIt’s no big surprise that I’m screwing Anankin’s DaughterThe way the Republic and Empire dig me almost makes me sickIt’s like I got all of them suckahs and playuhs under a Jedi mind trickI got my spinners on the falcon cause that’s how I’m cruisinBumpin beats harder than Vader giving Luke a bruisinJust like Anakin its for more skills that your wishinNot even Lucas could help you out with a new SPECIAL EDITION!what what!M.C. Ginnis wrote:Damn Charles…yo shit is in charge.I’m about to get ill with my skill…I’m the AT-ST driver, my flow will squash you like a mothMy beat-box skills will leave you frozen back on HothWith rhymes so thick, they’ll stick to you like jellyBreaking you in half and stuffing you in a Taun Taun’s bellyThis shit is deep, like the voice of James Earl JonesTearing through the galaxy and destroying all the ClonesMy speeder-bike is blinging, I roll with all the cashI’m an intergalactic Jedi-pimp with a Lando mustacheMy flow is vicious, like snaggle-tooth’s faceI’ve got the freshest kick-worm on the planet and in spaceI know you’re listening…you just have to get your fixMy beats will get you high just like your snorting death-sticksPadme just called and she wants me over prontoShe’ll sit on my face and ride me like a RontoBitch is tired of Anakin…says the dude’s a bumLeia’s coming too for my rapping-Jedi threesomewhat!—–Original Message—–From: Damon J Barron [mailto:kenobimail@.*****com]Sent: Wednesday, March 02, 2005 10:50 AMTo: M.C. GinnisSubject: RE: Web linkDamn money! That flow was BANK!Imo step it up a bit yo…I’m using my lyrical saber and I’m swinging it hardGonna cut through M.C.’s like Gammorean GuardsThe force flows in my funky style that I’m bringgin straight to yaYour gonna get wrapped up in my beats like the head of Bib FortunaLike the republic to the empire, I’m ignoring what your barkinYour raps are getting stale and old just like Grand Moff TarkinWhen it comes to Star Wars your like Luke in Dagobah…LOST!Even Tony Danza heard my rhymes and asked whos the Bossk?”Step up to me and Ill roll you up like the buns in Leias hairMy words fly faster than the pod races on MalastairYour like my padawan trying to earn the rights to your saberIll take you under my wing so you can be my Cloud Car NeighborI make Tuskan Raiders pack up a village and scurry like a womp ratIm known through out the galaxy, every one knows where its AT-ATYou were on the Kessel run? I think heard some rebels tell that storySomeone told it to me while I was on Yavin 4 getting a medal for my gloryEven when Jedis die they talk about how Im so dopeObi wan was just telling my homie Yoda that boys our only hopeKeep your show tickets cause Im gonna be mixin on NabooI gots a new rap thats got Lobot talkin’ cause thats just how I doyknow it!M.C. Ginnis wrote:Damn McGruff…you just took a bite out of me. Crunk flow kid…crunk flow.Im all about keeping it real in the SW universeand I dont even need a day to go home and rehearseSo peep my styles, and hear my flowIm the
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