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Name: Blake Country: United States State: Texas Metro: Pasadena Texas Birthday: 11/25/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: Baseball, Cars, Music, Football, Hangin out with friends Expertise: I have a very broad knowledge base and try to know a little sumthin bout everything. I do however tend to excel more in Automotive expertise, and I am pretty good with Country Music Lyrics. Occupation: Other Industry: Other
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: Texanavalanche87
Member Since:
9/23/2004
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| Crazy WeekThis past week by far has been one of the most eventful/suprising, and unexpected weeks of my life. I am really enjoying life and I dunno it seems alls well with the world. It still doesn't feel like Christmas, and im still not very Christmassy minded currently, but.... its okay. I spent my week with my amazing girlfriend, and things are going quite well. Really theres not alot I feel like putting in here, but yeah im quite happy.
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| Whaddup DocSo, yeah life is completly, utterly, indescribably insane. I'm busy, but lazy. Tired, but energetic. Excited, but anxious.
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| WSo, I cannot for the life of me write W. Its kind of saddening, little worrysome, but above all hilarious. I have gone all my life without a need to write W and now for my english work I have to write it several times over and yeah half of them are quite sloppy. My handwriting however is vastly improving which is also scary, but after 13 paragraphs written by hand something was bound to change.
Also, its been like awile since I wrote in this so yeah. Read the Myspace, err the new myspace. if you need the link look ^ replace xanga with myspace and voila. (guarenteed to keep the blondes from finding it!)
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| Well tonight a mistake I felt I made several months ago was repaired so to speak and now im just in an awesome mood which means tomorrow my car will probably die but what the heck, I'm feelin great for now. Turns out that I can BS college papers but not my closest friends. Why am I not surpsied in the least. In other news.... my Dog doesn't like me to do push-ups he tried interupting by getting between me and the floor preventing progress. With this news tonight that means I have some decisions to make and things to get done, exciting stuff and this is gonna be a great reason for me to get all those little things back in order. Good stuff for sure.
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| In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating
from college. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull
elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.
The elephant seemed distressed so Mbembe approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot, and found a large thorn deeply embedded in it.
As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the thorn out
with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its
foot.
The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its
face, stared at him. For several tense moments Mbembe stood frozen,
thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant
trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away.
Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty
years later he was walking through a zoo with his teenaged son. As they
approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and
walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing. The
large bull elephant stared at Mbembe and lifted its front foot off the
ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then
trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn't help wondering if
this was the same elephant. Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed
over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right
up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. Suddenly the elephant
trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs and
swung him wildly back and forth along the railing, killing him.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
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