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Ok so for those of you that know me you already know what this is gonna be about, but for those that don't know. Well then I get the pleasure to explain~
This topic is gonna be random little stories that pop into my head. Could be real, or they could be fake...No one really knows~
Anyways, every week I'll post another story into here and you guys n` gals can take a look and see how it is~
Now I'm not saying that only I'll post, by all means no. If you fancy for telling a story then by all mean share it with us all. I'm mostly doing this for the humor side... Heck you could almost call it the Comedy Corner~
Well I leave you to pondering what I'll write next so until then,
Farewell and look out for the geese~

So when I was thirteen my mother sent me to boarding school in hopes that I would become a successful hier to the great affle making company. She was a crotchity old hag that thought everyone was below her and she knew that it was true. For at the time she was the richest seniel old crone around, but she did know how to run a bussness. Not to mention someones life. For I was a simple pawn in her game, yet I had bigger ambitions than appeasing my flagulent mother. Oh yes, much bigger plans. For when that old battle axe would die I would use all the hags money to produce a giant robot and lay waist to this wretched factory. I knew I could do it to for I had a high intellegence in engeneering and nano technology. The boarding school was my mother's attempt to rid me of my knowledge and make me more proper. Ha! proper my a**. She would be the first to be forgetting anything, and not to mention the first to die. Of coarse these where my plans until the day I got to the Boarding school and found out too lte that it was no boarding school. Oh no, it was an insane asylum and I was to be lobotomized into being a special person. Even though these thoughts ran through my soon to be mushed head as I layed on the table. I sensed my mother was happy about her new deed because not only did she stomp the compitition to leadership over the company, but she destroyed her only son. The person she loathed the most in her ghastly life. So here I am laying on rocks thinking its my bed gurgling the ABC's while my right leg spasms, and I slowly listen to my mother Kackling and slipping on a pickle... Now we both are laying on rocks thinking their our beds and gurgling tones in which only madmen would understand, but where quite happy now in our blissful retardation~

I kinda wanted to go lighter on it but I failed. Oh well I'll just have to wait till next week

stare no wing wong

its a zeon baby lulaby

itsn't just preasuse (spilt wrong)

Precious?

we got 7 now, time to promote someone else to squad leader, lol.