You better answer those questions real soon.
Lest you have an accident, boy
rayne cant even help out a pd brother, how low can you get
too busy not fucking white girls
Your an absolutely wonderful man, any girl that is yours is lucky and I know that from personal experience. ~KMT
Make up answers
I'm writing my research paper right now, and it is due tomorrow and I didn't start until today.
A couple weeks ago I wrote an essay two hours before it was due and I was one of the few in the class to get an A on it.
Yeah Im just about done, 2 and a half pages, all I need.
A note though to Rayne: I don't need this for the essay, but for some reason she also want to have us tell a story about when you came to America. I just need something stupid to talk about for a few minutes. For example and Asian guy we talked to talked about how he didn't know what Santa Clause was and had a story where adults were trying to convince him of Santa Clauses existance, but he denied it on the logic that he up at midnight raiding their refridgerator.
Share with us all something stupid that happened to you when you got to America, make it a big PD moment for us all to laugh at.
He'll totally pull through this time.
Well, I open my eyes and I see things. I've seen spirits moving through the walls. I've seen a vortex coming through the wall. I've seen amorphous little balls of light bouncing all around in the front yard through the window. I've seen giant bugs on the floor. I was in a hotel room in Amarillo, Texas, and all I remember is standing on the bed and seeing the whole wall in front of me filled with lights that were [makes popping sound] popping like popcorn out of the wall. Then I'll wake up and I go "Wow, I was standing on my bed and staring at this wall."
I already know his stupid American moment. He stopped studying/socialising in his new lifestyle with his new friends to take the time to answer inane questions and read painfully worded stories about tricking an asian.
make up unflattering answers and still attach his name to it