Life is like a heart shaped glass box, when you drop it it shatters but when you hold onto it nice a tight it stays in tact and shimmers in the sun light. casting rainbows on my bare walls.

Why do little girls always want ponies for Christmas? Well, there is the ocassional effemanite little boy, but anyway. What? Do they think Santa is made of flipping ponies?

Remember language arts class? You'd always have to make those "brain storms". I hated those so much. Because the best I could come up with was a "brain drizzle".

I never got along well in PDR in Grade 8. I would never, I repeat never, use the politically correct term for ANY of the body parts... Or what they do, for that matter.

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio...

Somebody left me a compliment on my driving the other day. They left me a little note that said "Parking Fine."

"I don't think this bag of donuts is deep enough to drown my sorrows.....Crap."
~ Me

Im so Happy I could braf a rainbow!

Bombing for Peace is like having Sex for Virginity!