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There were two blondes, and they had just came from a store.The blonde that owned the mustang had locked her keys in the car. She was trying to pick the lock when she stoped to rest for a second. When she sat down, her friend said, "Hurry up, it's starting to rain and the top's down!"This guy was driving in a car with a blonde. He told her to stick her head out the window and see if the blinker worked.She stuck her head out and said, 'Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes...' As a blonde crawls out of her wrecked car, the local sheriff asks her what happened.The blonde began, "It was the strangest thing! I looked up and saw a tree, so I swerved to the right. Then I saw another tree, so I swerved to left. Then there was another tree, and another and another ..."The sheriff thought for a minute and then said, "Mam ... I don't know how to tell you this, but the only thing even resembling a tree on this road for thirty miles is your air freshener."Q: Why did the blonde scale the chain-link fence?A: To see what was on the other side.Q: Why did the blonde have tire tread marks on her back?A: From crawling across the street when the sign said "DON'T WALK".Q: Why did the blonde keep a coat hanger in her back seat?A: In case she locks the keys in her car.Q: How do you confuse a blonde?A: Ask her to alphabetize a bag of M&Ms.Q: Why does it work?A: "Does 3 come before E or does it go between M and W?"Q: What did the blonde name her pet zebra?A: Spot.Q: Why can't blondes put in light bulbs?A: They keep breaking them with the hammers.Q: Did you hear about the blonde coyote?A: Got stuck in a trap, chewed off three legs and was still stuck.Q. What do you do if a blonde throws a grenade at you?A. Pull the pin and throw it back.A blonde goes to get her hair done.Shes listening to some music when the hair dresser comes up to her.The hairdresser says"Ma'm,you need to take your headphones off or i can't do your hair.The blonde says"No i can't i'll die."So the hairdresser pulls of her headphones and the blonde falls on the floor.The hairdresser listens into the headphones and it says"Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out..." |
I am an Anime freak and an animal luver so if you dont like either of these things then keep walking.(Thx for stopping by:P)I may seem like a jerk at times but I am a fun loving,crazy,hyper ball of energy.:)I am lots of fun and ya I dont have many friends so what Im a little wierd(too wierd for some people -_-)I am sometimes socialy akward but I am a good friend and will always try to help(I also cant say no).If you wanna be my friend I will most likley accept.If you want to know more about me or somethin like that than just message me.Bye,see you later,Thanks for visiting,come again soon,nice meeting/seeing you.:D^_^ |
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When I was born I was like any other kitten. I was fluffy, and my eyes were closed. People came. They comented on my beautiful coat, and when my eyes opened, they admired those too. Then I grew older. My fluffy coat evened out and became sleek, and my eyes became a shinning ice blue. He looked at me, and it was love. He took me in. I loved him, although he was old. I stayed with him for a few years. Then he was gone. I waited the whole day for him. He never came. Some people came and put me in a box. I heard them murmering how sad it was. A stroke. At his age. 82. They said he should have been in a home. But he was too proud. I was heartbroken. We got to the shelter. I climbed into my new home,if you could call it that. A small cage that reeked of fear, hopelessness, and death. There I stayed for two long weeks. Then you found me. You took me in, like my old owner did, so long ago. Lifetimes, it seemed like. You brought me to a new place. It smelled like the cage. I was filled with dread. You put me in a larger cage, this time with a scrawny male. Youve done this for years now. Im worn out. This is my 27th litter. 27 litters. 108 kittens. I didnt raise any. I cant have any more. You know this. You take me out back. I can only be relieved its all over now. I stand proud before my fate, and wait for the soothing blackness that only death can bring. Death is better than this life. Ironic, isnt it? All this time, I thought I was blessed with beauty. How wrong I was. I wait for you to just do it. I cant stand waiting any longer. I see you pull out the needle. Long. Dirty. Rusty. It slides in painfully. I stand untill the end, wondering why. Why he had to die. Why you were so cruel. Why I was sentenced to live. Im in heaven now, reunited with my beloved, old friend at last. I look down, watching my story being repeated with countless other cats, glad, at least, that my children, their children, are happy. Please protect them. Love them. Keep them alive. COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PROFILE IF YOU OPPOSE ANIMAL CRUELTY |
When I was a puppy I entertained you and made you laugh, you called me your child and despite a couple of chewed shoes and murdered throw pillows I became your best friend.Whenever I was bad, you would shake your finger at me and ask, how could you?But then you would relent and roll me over for a belly rub.My house breaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy.But we worked on that together,I remeber those nights of nuzzling you in bed, and listening to your confidences and secret dreams.And I believed that life could not be any more perfect.We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, and stops for ice cream, I only got the cone because you said ice cream was bad for dogs.And I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.Gradually you started to spend more time at work and working on your career, and more time searching for a human mate.I waited for you patiently, comforting you through heartbreaks and disapointments.Never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your home comings.And when you fell in love, she now your wife is not a dog person, still I welcomed her into our home,tried to show her affection and obeyed her.I was happy because you were happy.Then the human babys came along, and I shared your exitement.I was facinated by their pinkness, how they smelled,and I wanted to mother them to.Only she and you were worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.Oh how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love.As they began to grow, I became their friend. they clung to my fur, and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch, because your touch was so infrequent, and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.There had been a time when others asked you if you had a dog,that you produced a photo of me from your wallet, and told stories about me.These past few years you just answered yes and changed the subject.I had gone from being your dog to being just a dog, and you resented every expedenture on my behalf.Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. Youve made the right decision for you family, the time when I was your family long forgotten.I was exited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, and hopelessness.You filled out the paperwork and said, I know you will find a good home for her.They shrugged and gave you a pained look, they understood the realities facing a middle aged dog, even one with papers. You had to pry your sons fingers from my collar,as he screamed, no daddy dont let them take my doggy!!!And I worried about him, and what lessons you had just taught about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and for respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I had one too.After you left, the two nice ladies said that you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago, and made no attempt to find a new, loving home.They shook their heads and asked you, how could you? They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.At first when anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind, that this was all a bad dream, or that it might be someone who cared, someone who might save me and care for me more than you did. When I realized I could not compete for attention with the frolicking puppies, obliviuos to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day.And I padded to after her to a seperate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation at what was going to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days, as is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden wich she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that,the same way I knew your every mood.?She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek, I licked her hand the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.As I felt the sting, and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down lazily,looked into her kind eyes, and murmured, how could you? Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, im so sorry.She hugged me and hurredly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldnt be ignored or abused or abandoned or have to fend for myself, a place of love and light, so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail, that my how could you? Had not been directed at her.It was directed at you, my beloved master, even on my deathbed I was thinking of you, I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life show you so much loyalty and love. Put this on your page if this brought tears to your eyes as it did mine. |
Ouran High School Host Club-I will drink this coffee.:D :heart:Carlie the Unicorn(I know its not an anime but whatever):Shun the non believer,shun.^_^ |