yes...

speaking of amarathine..i though i might add that ppl should be aware oh the meaning of the word "amarathine..just to get a peak into his mind.. here is the dictionary definition....

am·a·ran·thine (ām'ə-rān'thĭn, -thīn') Pronunciation Key
adj.

Eternally beautiful and unfading; everlasting.

sigh..yes that..

Inspiritional Quote

The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the sword sure does hurt when you try to carry it around in your shirt pocket.

Fetching Sundays

Ok so I've decided...we need a fetching column here. I've noticed that Amaranthine doesnt keep his fetching column very updated, and-understandably so-he doesnt post the pics I think are worthy of being put in a column. So yeah why bother waiting till friday when you know where all the sexiest poonanies lie?
Heres for Aunty Shamrock, in the Philipines. A picture of complete angelic beauty, what a bomb! theres a lucky man out there...or maybe three.

Once upon a time

OK it's final! When I grow I am going to be a make-up artist...tell me if this isnt beautiful!

Continuing on a lighter note....Yesterday we learnt how babies are made PTL!
1: one day your mommy and your daddy mated:
fortunatley we dont have a pic of that fatefull day so yeah i suppose you'll have to wait till you have babies.----->

2: some time later a your mother probably went to the hospital
and something came out of her....(see below) now contrary to what your little perverted minds might be thinking...that long red line is NOT a very big peenie but its an umbelical chord, this sustained the baby during his days in the mothers stomach.

3: what came out of your mother might have looked something like (SEE BABY)

or it may have looked something like this(SEE POOP)
as I said...not all babies make it :(
anyway soon the baby will grow up and will most probably be sent to the old folks home where sweet people will sing songs to it! Nice huh? ..........And then it will die.

HAVE A NICE DAY!

FINE!!!!!

OK so the other day we went out..and we thought..since Mexico is so full of weird things to be seen..we thought we would take a camera and see what we could spy..and perhaps capture on camera..it turned out to be rather disturbing..look..



from bottom to top..
pic #1 ha ha i knew Mexicans were tiny

pic #2 this is sick we were on the metro and this gross old man was cleaning cum off of his pants..i almost puked

pic #3 I 'm king of the castle..i have a chair..i have a chair..u do this..u do that..

pic #4 a bad pic..it was a police being a ass so i took a photo of him..and he threatened to confiscate the camera

Power and Protection!

we where thinking, and we thought, how come I've never had a power and protection story to tell? and then It struck me like lightning and I thought, now how did everyone else get ther P&P stories to tell? well they got a check and obeyed the check. like in the story where the girls got saved by being cruelly raped in the bathroom because they listened to the song "get out now! got out now! so I thought, if such women can get a check and a story so easily I can to too so this is how the story goes....blondy would you like to pray? tyj, tyl, tyj, tyl...

It all began one cloudy monday afternoon when me and Gabe went to tha nigga market to investigate their wares. as we where walking and looking at all the beautiful nigga wares we got a check to look behind us. just as we turned to do just that we saw none other than a black nigga coming out from behind one of tha nigga market stalls. we thinking this strange (as we dont believe in coincidence, AMEN TEENS?!) decided to turn on and tune in to see if the lord had anymore checks for us. now we where more than a little disturbed when the lord said, "fear not, that black nigga is following you! on my count break out and run"

at first, me, being not as spiritually strong as Gabe, was rather doubtfull and delayed in running. but Gabe GBH! was a real holy hole and said "on 3 we run". so we counted, 1....2......3!!! and broke out into a run until we where looong past tha nigga market with those evil nigga men who tried to follow us and find our precious fold and may have caused persecution for our little ones. thankfully we cleared the market in good time and lost tha nigga PTL and thank you Jesus for the power of the kys and that we obeyed your checks AMEN?! (this is a true story that really did happen!)

now to end my post I wonder? why dont we have free commenting on this blog, why dont we have a shoutbox? questions to ponder...questions to ponder indeed!

the Savior has come

Yes Yes you heard me correctly! Dear Joanna has come to save this blog from eternal hell and damnation. It is with great sadness in my heart that I came to this blog everyday and see BAH Nothing! so yes I shall post on this desolate blog. But I think it isnt my duty...maybe I need another duty, not kitchen duty....Dead man duty! You see...You silly humans are supposed to be the ones posting every day! I shall teach all you savage mexicans the proper civilized ways of life (to bad i cant get jello in Italy) :( .

Now would you all take a moment to come give me hugs and make me feel welcome! Thank you

....YESH!

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Many pages make a thick book, except for pocket Bibles which are on very
very thin paper.