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Name: Tony Country: United States State: Maryland Birthday: 11/29/1983 Gender: Male
Interests: chat, message boards, games, movies, books, news Expertise: current events, economics Occupation: Student Industry: Business
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Member Since:
1/30/2003
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| Tony: Woohoo, I'm updating this again! But enough of my boring ass, here's some a really murderous chick who killed ... :
Murder Chick: The guy who I loved with all my heart and soul I swear i'd marry him first chance I got hell I'd die for him, he killed himself...later on I found out that his dad's been beating him.(still not the worst)2000
When I was a child, My mom and dad devorced because he was cheating for another woman, later on they got married and shes a complete slut when i stay the night over there on weekends i invite some friends over including guy friends she wait and start walking around the house with a thong and a see through shirt.(thats 1 thing and its not the worst)1999
One night while I was spending the night at my friends house, when we were tired and going to bed I had to use the bathroom so I left her alone in the room, when I returned her dad was on top of her holding her mouth and she was crying, he was raping her, and I paniced and I remembered earlier she showed me a gun that was her dads so I took it and shot him unfortunetly it was strong enough to go through him and hit her, next thing I know is that there both dead, Im locked up in the back of a police car, on the way to childs prison...got 2 years 1997
Random Guy:
you should seriously consider comiting suicide lol
Serious Chick:
that has to be the most fucked up thing i have ever heard! you really shouldnt say shit like that to ppl 
Random Guy:
oh you mean i shouldnt joke around with my friend
Serious Chick:
well i dont care if its your friend or not.. thats not something to joke around with
Murder Chick: Go Bunny Go Bunny
Random Guy: it's not like emotions have any effect what so ever on me... take hitler and the holocaust= death of millions of ppl... COOL!!!
Murder Chick: Hitler sucks someone really should have shoved a pineapple up his ass | | |
| Back, after a long hiatus. My computer will be down for the rest of the semester, meaning no IM unless I install it on my WAM account (which I might), but I can still update this xanga. Props to Sandeep, Nate, Steve, Richard, and anyone else who reads this, you are the point of writing, so if there is anything you want to know, let me know | | |
| Hi. This is the computer talking. | | |
| Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess imprisoned in a high, high tower by an evil ogre. Two heroes sought to rescue her. From the West, the handsome Lancelot, and from the East, the charming Robin Hood, prince of thieves. Lancelot and Robin Hood were goliaths of strength, and together they slew the ogre and rescued the princess. Now for a long time Lancelot and Robin Hood fought for the princess's hand, but finally Lancelot slew Robin Hood and it was love between him and the princess. They rode off in marriage. But before Robin Hood died, he told of a vast treasure of gold, guarded by a dragon. Lancelot rode to slay the dragon and take the gold. The prize was grand indeed- mountains of gold were piled on top of each other, and though its hue was black, its value was unquestioned. But guarding it was only a small little whelp. As soon as the princess saw the whelp she was overcome with pity, and begged her husband not to slay it, so that she could keep him for a pet. But Lancelot was adamant, for behind the baby eyes he thought he saw a glimmer of fire, and that one day the whelp would grow to be a beast to threaten his household. Would Lancelot slay the whelp, or would his love for the princess stay his hand? What would happen to the black gold? Tune in after the Security Council’s final decision. | | |
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