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Thursday, November 30, 2006


My mother took me to a psychiatrist when I was fifteen because she thought I was a latent homosexual. There was nothing latent about it. ~Amanda Bearse
Damn, I be tired...I haven't taken a nap the past few days, and that's a huge sin, lol. Ah, well, I'll just go to bed early...

Oh! I'm just gonna say this up and straight: if your site takes too damn long to open, I don't comment on anything. Also, if there's nothing really for me to comment on, I don't...Sometimes I'm at a loss of what to say O__o And Milkycat! I can't open your comment box! And I can't PM you 'kuz I know how you dreadfully hate those horrid things. Just wanted to say I'm sowwy, and that I HAVE been reading your posts :(

Bitch fest is over...anyway...

I started reading the Koran, Quorran, wtf however you wanna spell it last night, and the first few pages are nothing but ridiculing other religions on being "wrong", lol. It's quite amusing XD

I have a HUGE test in History tomorrow on European kings...wish me luck, 'kuz it's hard to remember all their damn names and what each did! 8D

Random pics of DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!











"nice...shoes..."























(That one's for you, TimTwins13 XD)

















Fact 'o the Day:

Until 1796, there was a state in the United States called Franklin. Today it is known as Tennessee.

Pickup Line 'o the Day (Courtesy of Demon Goddess) *love love*:

Pardon me miss, I seem to have lost my phone number, could I borrow yours?

I'm off to study, and then sleep...wheee!

TTFN, babes.

P.S. (Rather lame joke)

An engineer, of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle
Corporation, died and went to Heaven. At the gates,
St. Peter told him, "Since you’ve been such a good
man and your motorcycles have changed the world,
your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you
want in Heaven."

The Engineer thought about it for a minute and then said
"I want to hang out with God."

St. Peter took him to the Throne Room, and introduced him
to God. He then asked God, "Hey, aren’t you the inventor of woman?"

God said, "Ah, yes."

"Well," said the engineer, "professional to professional,
you have some major design flaws in your invention.
1. There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end
protrusion.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much.
4. The intake is placed way to close to the exhaust.
And finally,
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous.

"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there,"
replied God, "hold on."

God went to his Celestial super computer, typed in a few
words and waited for the results. The computer printed out
a slip of paper and God read it. "Well, it may be true
that my invention is flawed," God said to the engineer,
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my
invention than yours."




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