<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:10:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>They told me I had to give a description of my blog. So I sat and thought. What would I put for the description of my blog? Maybe it would go something like this: randomcrazyfunnynessandzomgidontthinkicanfeelmyfoot. ...or maybe something along the lines of this: holypopethissiteisrandomfunnyandstupidbutzomgiluvitso.  ...Yeah. Those descriptions sound about right ^_^.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8375503971208413353</id><published>2009-06-22T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:40:55.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really?!</title><content type='html'>July?! And I last posted in...March -_-.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Busy with...*pulls out list of excuses*:&lt;br /&gt;* I didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;* I had nothing to write&lt;br /&gt;* No one comes anyway, so...&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy editing my novel&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy with schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy with friends&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy with finals&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy with soccer&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy avoiding my blog&lt;br /&gt;* I was too busy chaing after Sam for my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that good? Probably not enough excuses for two months, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And all those suggestions I gave out in the last post...they seem so far away...&lt;br /&gt;I've mainly been burying my Twinkishly blonde head in my writings, what with editing and printing and whatnot...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll be sometime this month ^_^ ehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jeorgio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My new nickname is Twinky. I know. I'm sorry it has to be this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8375503971208413353?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8375503971208413353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8375503971208413353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8375503971208413353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8375503971208413353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-really.html' title='Is it really?!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-2067488680596388910</id><published>2009-03-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:21:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Em G! More Psots! (finally)</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, yes!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you guys should expect to see some more posts. Sorry, it's nothing fancy, really. I havent' got any new ideas for Jeorge stories. All i have right now is convos. Which i apologize for, because im not so sharp on the whole concept of Jeorge Stories.&lt;br /&gt;But here's some things you can expect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ The Y Rant (Part 1: His Act)&lt;br /&gt;♣ The Y Rant (Part 2: His Pronunciation)&lt;br /&gt;♣ The Frank Lasse Rant&lt;br /&gt;♣ Sexy Maytag Workers&lt;br /&gt;♣ My Acedemic School Planner (an actual JS!)&lt;br /&gt;♣ And more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (*ahem*notreally*ahem*) ;D&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-2067488680596388910?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/2067488680596388910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=2067488680596388910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2067488680596388910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2067488680596388910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-em-g-more-psots-finally.html' title='Oh Em G! More Psots! (finally)'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5619945725779265534</id><published>2009-02-21T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:22:01.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus's Personal Hygene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heart-cry.com/love/Jesus_ws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://www.heart-cry.com/love/Jesus_ws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a religious debate, if you will. But not about what happens when we die. Not if God exists. Not if the Bible is a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;Does Jesus smell good?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many people oversee this VERY important question, but lucky for you guys, Jerry and i did not. And so we have discussed it. And we want to share with you what we've come up with! (Sorry, we kind of stay a bit from the subject)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is a CONVO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course by now you know that i like to add my comments. And i will. It's in orange.&lt;br /&gt;And with that, i present to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Jesus Smell Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:12:17 PM): i wonder what holy water tastes like. do you think it tastes like tap water or well water? or maybe...it tastes like Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:12:26 PM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:12:30 PM): new jesus water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:12:35 PM): mmm *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:12:44 PM): a bit of the Bible in every sip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:12:46 PM): as soon as i meet Jesus, im gonig to smell his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:12:51 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:13:02 PM): i bet it's like Jeff's hair.. all long and knotted and unwashed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- Jeff is a guy at our school. His hair is long. People call him Jeefus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:13:16 PM): what do you think Jesus's hair smells like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:13:25 PM): like moses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:13:26 PM): he's gotta smell holy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:13:26 PM): O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:13:38 PM): i mean, at least put some cologne on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:13:49 PM): did they have cologne back then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:13:50 PM): im sure im not the only one that wants to sniff him, right?!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:13:53 PM): right?!! ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:13:57 PM): well i dont think girls even shaved..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- why the random comment? I have nooo idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:14:03 PM): holy crapolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:08 PM): that would get annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:14:14 PM): oh, very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:19 PM): hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:14:24 PM): but seriously. do you think he smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:27 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:36 PM): he probably smells like camel poop and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:42 PM): and a barn.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:14:46 PM): he smells of barn animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:15:23 PM): i think he either smells like cupcake perfume (because of all the girls that want to smell him and stroke his god-like hair) or he has a neutral/heaven smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:15:36 PM): hmm&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:15:43 PM): he probably smells like BO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:15:49 PM): waaaht? Jesus smell BO-y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:15:50 PM): his god-like non BO smelling abilities eliminates that i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:15:52 PM): he's not god though! he's jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:15:53 PM): and all that walking around though&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:16:06 PM): it was always hot back then&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:16:11 PM): i don't think winter existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:16:28 PM): are you kidding? you dont think water existed in Jesus's time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:16:36 PM): no, winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:16:39 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:16:42 PM): lol yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:16:54 PM): but God can bathe Jesus in his holiness?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:17:02 PM): i mean, baby Jesus had to have baths, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:17:17 PM): well yes, but he had actual parents you know. God can't do EVERYTHING for them.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:17:40 PM): plus if he bathes Jesus in holy water everyone's going to want him to bathe them in holy water.. and i don't think he has that much holy water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:17:41 PM): shit, if his parents were able to make a god, dont you think theyd at LEAST get some damn water?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:18:05 PM): i mean, it doesnt HAVE to be holy&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:18:10 PM): but come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:18:17 PM): just fruitful smelling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:18:32 PM): just water-smelling&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:18:39 PM): but water doesnt smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:18:41 PM): well then they'd still smell bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:13 PM): Im sure Jesus took some sort of apple and rubbed it on him so he smelled fruitiful and delciious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:15 PM): at LEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:19:26 PM): um, apples don't smell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:30 PM): the juice does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:19:34 PM): ew.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:19:37 PM): he'd be all sticky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:43 PM): well then he can take a bath!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:45 PM): oh WAIT&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:19:50 PM): theres no freaking water apparently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:19:55 PM): i said WINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:03 PM): winter practically IS water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:20:12 PM): no, winter is cold water that falls from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:20:15 PM): wait, that's snow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:20 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:21 PM): yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:20:23 PM): i never said water didn't exist!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:30 PM): *snaps fingers* lemon!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:35 PM): the outside smells&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:20:42 PM): he'll be all lemony scented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:20:43 PM): that doesn't work. it just.. covers up the BO&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:20:56 PM): and he'd still be sticky.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:21:03 PM): and plus, what if he cut himself??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:21:07 PM): nooo the skin of the lemon, not the juice&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:21:16 PM): emo Jesus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- The nicknames we came up with for Jesus for the name "emo Jesus" after were: E-Jay, Jeemo, and Emosus. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:21:17 PM): it would burn still&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:21:26 PM): lol no accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:21:28 PM): oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:21:32 PM): hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:21:35 PM): well just leave it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:21:41 PM): we're talking about jesus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:22:38 PM): well Jesus only needs to be lemon smelling in certain areas. not like on his knees, just in his armpits. maybe his cheeks, to add lemony smellingness and a rosy glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:22:59 PM): well people like to smell good all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:23:22 PM): yeah, but you dont go and spray perfume on an open wound. you avoid it! and im sure thats what Jesus does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:23:36 PM): well of COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:23:41 PM): yes, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:23:56 PM): maybe he used his special jesus powers to mix a bunch of herbs together to make a sort of pine scent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:24:04 PM): ooh&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:24:43 PM): but that gets sickening after awhile. i mean when you get into a car that has air fresheners and stuff,you go, "mm, that smells nice" but after awhile you breathe in that pine scent and go "okay, thats just gross".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:24:54 PM): yeah true..&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:24:57 PM): like air freshener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:01 PM): yuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:05 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:16 PM): so maybe he used flower pedals instead? so it smells like a meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:16 PM): so its gotta be something sweet and something non-sticky&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:19 PM): ooh&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:21 PM): thats good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:23 PM): hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:25 PM): i bet he did&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:28 PM): roses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:29 PM): probably&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:34 PM): lilies&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:36 PM): etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:37 PM): well thats settles it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:42 PM): yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:42 PM): Jesus smells of flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:25:49 PM): yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:25:55 PM): it TOTALLY makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:26:06 PM): yes it does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:26:16 PM): and when i die, im going to sniff him and say "Oh Jesus, that flowery scent is intoxicating!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus: "Why thank you. I ujse crysanthemums". Me: "Shit, i was wrong!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:26:22 PM): ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:26:40 PM): what if he won't let you smell him? i mean, i'm sure EVERYONE'S after him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:26:51 PM): aw man&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:26:57 PM): well i have to tell him about this conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:27:04 PM): plus maybe he got cologne.&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:27:12 PM): the times have changed since back in his time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:27:42 PM): well i dont think he realyl keeps up on the times. i dont think he has a pimp hat and stuff; he still has that [sexy] white robe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:27:52 PM): hah&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:28:01 PM): maybe he's wearing khakis or something. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-- Jesus in khakis? Uh, no thanks. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:02 PM): gosh, dont you think that would be really dirty after wearing it for thousands of years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:28:07 PM): or like a nice white shirt with a tie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:32 PM): no, i think Jesus seems natural and wild. i mean if he has the clothes, hes gonna have to have a different hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:28:50 PM): hm&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:28:53 PM): true&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:28:58 PM): maybe he has jeans and a leather jacket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:29:26 PM): mmm, yeah, but then he'd have to go with a bad-boy style, and not many good guys like Jesus can pull that off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:29:37 PM): ah yes, you have a point..&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:29:47 PM): okay so maybe he still has his robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:29:48 PM): i mean, he IS Jesus, but really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:29:54 PM): but it's like a chariot robe&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:30:01 PM): like glowing, and clean, and long and flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:02 PM): oh definately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:30:05 PM): not short and dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:08 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:22 PM): i think he uses Cheer to keep his clothes from going dingey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:30:27 PM): hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:49 PM): i mean, Tide doesnt really do that stain removal stuff, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:30:54 PM): true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:11 PM): its good smelling, which is good on Jesus even though he smells of flowers&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:19 PM): so i guess he wouldnt need Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:31:38 PM): that's true, but what good is good smelling clothes if your BO overpowers it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:56 PM): i guess&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:06 PM): he must use a lot of petals :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:32:15 PM): yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:26 PM): and you would think he'd have to shave once in a while,too&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:37 PM): i mean, no guy can be clean-cut all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:32:48 PM): what would he use to shave?&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:32:50 PM): a knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:01 PM): maybe he gets his Jesus-powers to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:33:05 PM): hah&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:33:14 PM): or maybe like a fish or something? like the bones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:26 PM): hed have to sharpen the bone&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:29 PM): but yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:33:32 PM): hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:47 PM): and you would htink hed have to clip his toenails, too&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:55 PM): unless they just natually get a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:33:57 PM): he could just pick at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:06 PM): but thats a bad habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:34:07 PM): with his badly trimmed fingernails&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:34:12 PM): lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:19 PM): maybe they have nail files in heaven&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:27 PM): god-like nail files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:34:38 PM): maybe he uses pinecones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:43 PM): or maybe Jesus just doesnt worry because nails cant grow in heaven&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:58 PM): ooh, pinecones&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:06 PM): are those sharp enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:35:07 PM): they're sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:11 PM): ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:24 PM): well haleigh ate one, so they cant be TOO sharp&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:34 PM): but i guess theyre sharp enough to cut nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AKA Jerry)" (9:35:42): O_o well, thats settled then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:33 PM): and all because i asked what holy water tastes like&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:37 PM): which we never figured out -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Janelle (AnimeFan)" (9:48:41 PM): lol true&lt;br /&gt;"Janelle (AnimeFan)" (9:48:46 PM): and you wanted to smell jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:04 PM): ahhhhhh *breathes in intoxicating flower/BO/Cheer scent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5619945725779265534?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5619945725779265534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5619945725779265534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5619945725779265534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5619945725779265534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesuss-personal-hygene.html' title='Jesus&apos;s Personal Hygene'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7799228365701791085</id><published>2009-01-24T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:36:18.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brian.borups.org/blog/uploaded_images/chili-794531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://brian.borups.org/blog/uploaded_images/chili-794531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had the WEIRDEST dream that definately cracked the top 10 for 2009's weirdest dreams. Hehe. Seriously, this is like one of those dreams where you get to the end and you're just about to pull your hair out. Not even kidding. Allow me to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was at my school in this one. Sara (a girl at my school) and I were selling chilli randomly in the hallway. Right in the middle of the hallway was a large table, and all the teachers were having a feast. So we gave them bowls of chilli. Well, two other people at my school named Stoney and Brandon decided to hang out around our chilli stand just because they didn't want to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we started talking. But here's the weird thing. This really old lady sitting at the teacher's table told us to shut up. And so we did. For about five mintues. Then i started being all obnoxious and talking really loud. so my writing teacher, Ms. Kramer (no one really likes her because she lashes out sometimes) started yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the hell up!" she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"We were just selling chilli!" I protested.&lt;br /&gt;"Well quiet down or I'll send you back to the classroom!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, a classroom that doesn't have any teachers in it. So what's the point of going back?" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that's it, you're done selling chilli." and Ms. Kramer grabs my arm and Sara's and ordered Stoney and Brandon to go back to their classrooms. So also takes the chilli.&lt;br /&gt;"What did i do?!" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Quiet." was her reply. She took us to the office and took the chilli and walked away. So Sara and I stood there, wondering what to do, when Ms. Kramer comes back with the chilli and a big yellow envelope. And, of all the things in the world, she puts the chilli in the envelope! What is this, anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Kramer," I raised my hand for some reason. "if you put the chilli in that envelope, it's going to drip through. And it's also going to get freezer burn."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Ms. Kramer yells at me. "Shut up, you smart ass."&lt;br /&gt;And all the sudden, Sara and I are riding in her car (which is really old and white, by the way) and she drives for a long time before stopping at the side of the road and throwing us out of the car. So now we're stuck in the country, with nothing but a road, a feild, and a barn in the background. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," Sara reaches behind her back and grabs something. "At least we have chilli!"&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five hours, we find someone and they take us home. Well, Sara magically teleports somewhere (?!?!??) and the mysterious driver takes me to my neighbor's house. So now I'm all the sudden in my neighbor's basement (he's the same age as me) and we're watching a movie, lights are off, popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;And all the sudden, he disappears, and this other kid from my school, Reed, is watching the movie with me. (Which by the way, happens to be Titanic, my favorite movie).&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me, and-- wait for it--&lt;br /&gt;"Want some chilli?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where i woke up and screamed out, "DAMN THE CHILLI!"&lt;br /&gt;So now I have this weird urge to laugh whenever i see, hear, or think about chilli.&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Ch-yeah, I'd have to agree with you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I tasted the chilli Reed gave me, and it was freakin delicious)&lt;br /&gt;^_^ - Jeorge!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7799228365701791085?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7799228365701791085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7799228365701791085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7799228365701791085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7799228365701791085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2009/01/chilli.html' title='Chilli?'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1691866819873882134</id><published>2009-01-21T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:11:38.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW category JS!</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, the sweet smell of a new category of Jeorge Stories. It's the best thing since IMs! Or the best thing since...something else. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I really love to get chian letters. Sure, i mean, they're annoying, they're stupid, they're just to get attention...but they're HILARIOUS if you know what to do with them. After my 5,000th chain letter, i've seen them all. I'm currently awaiting my $10,000 from Bill Gates, messed up my love life for the next 537 years, found out that im a horrible friend because i didn't send this letter back to *insert name here*. BORRRRRRINNNNNNGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you can see where I'm going with this. I AM SICK OF THEM! Until i came across the new FAD of '07-present day: Surveys! Don'cha just love screwing those types of things up? Now I do it will ALL the e-mails i send!&lt;br /&gt;In the words of all the chain letters that want you to press F7: "Try it, it's hilarious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some chian letter that YOU'VE screwed up for the enjoyment of others, send it in! At &lt;a href="mailto:pokethehippo@rocketmail.com"&gt;pokethehippo@rocketmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the first time EVA in Jeorge Story history, I present to you: Screwed up chain-letters!&lt;br /&gt;(So take THAT, annoying people who always tell me that my love life sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYYY, TIME FOR ANOTHER SURVEY! PUT DOWN THE ANSWER THAT FIRST POPS INTO YOUR HEAD AFTER READING THE QUESTIONS! THEN PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FRIENDS! TRY IT, AND SEE WHAT YOU GET BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Your significant other?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hitler!!! Dorphinshmitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Your hair?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lethal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Your mother?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing you can prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Your father?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The goopy stuff in the thermometer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No dreams. Hallucinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Your dream/goal?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gang leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;The room you're in...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Padlocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Your fear?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The German-speaking sheepdog with the power to give out excruciating splinters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W-what do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;What you're not?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Muffins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sniffum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;One of your wish list items?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The death of...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Where did you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crab-Cake Island, along with the other ninja-monkies and bad-ass chunky fruitcakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;The last thing you did?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer the last question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Titanium jumpsuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Your TV?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is eating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Your pet?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is currently taking over Poland. Watch out, Polianites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Your computer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will destroy mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Your life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ended 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Your mood?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloxxy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Missing someone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hitler's camel, Jeramiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Your car?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bottom of the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Something you're not wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Store?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of them are great to steal from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Your summer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Your favorite color&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;burnt-pizza black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I killed...nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm like Chuck Norris, and Chuck Norris doesn't cry. He makes TEARS cry. (?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Who will/would re-post this?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some geek who has no time on their/it's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;FOUR PEOPLE WHO E-MAIL ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) No One&lt;br /&gt;b) Cause&lt;br /&gt;c) They're All&lt;br /&gt;d) Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) children.&lt;br /&gt;b) Burnt pizza&lt;br /&gt;c) Sulphur&lt;br /&gt;d) an occasional Britney Spears fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) On the Titanic&lt;br /&gt;b) Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;c) Ninja Republic&lt;br /&gt;d) In my lab-- i mean, basement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;FOUR PEOPLE I THINK WILL RESPOND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) Ka-- oh wait, dead&lt;br /&gt;b) Fr-- killed&lt;br /&gt;c) Lo-- deceased&lt;br /&gt;d) Ash Ketchum...Gotta KATCH EM All! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;~Jeorge&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1691866819873882134?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1691866819873882134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1691866819873882134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1691866819873882134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1691866819873882134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-category-js.html' title='The NEW category JS!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-964761798766061204</id><published>2008-12-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:58:53.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All You Die-Hard Twilight Fans</title><content type='html'>Alright guys, I'm sorry, but I must vioce my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what ticks me off nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Twilighters.&lt;br /&gt;Our school is FILLED with these beasts. I can't even voice my opinion without a "GASP! Jourdan, how could you even have those THOUGHTS?!" and so now I'm forced to voice my opinion on this web page.&lt;br /&gt;"So why are you all the sudden talking about this now?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was looking up when Edward said he loved Bella, because I wanted to see when my guy character should say he loved his equal.&lt;br /&gt;And I found a very interesting website. This girl talks about what she thinks. And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you die-hard Twilight fans, I know you will object. But I gotta say this:&lt;br /&gt;BELLA AND EDWARD'S LOVE IS A LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"GASP! Jourdan, how could you even have those THOUGHTS?!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;http://summersnook.com/2008/01/edward-and-bella-true-love-or-true-lust/#comment-8724&lt;br /&gt;^ Click it.&lt;br /&gt;I agree so strongly. Now, make no mistake. I, too, was a victim of the Bella/Edward love relationship. I wanted to express my feelings personally, but i wont have enough room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:~BOOK SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT READ THE WHOLE SERIES AND ACTUALYL WANT TO!~:.&lt;br /&gt;I really loved Twilight. And, despite everyone's judgement against it, I like New Moon the best. The way she acted like a drone, however, made me waver. But I continued to read.&lt;br /&gt;As i read Eclipse, and found that Bella only wanting sex and would do anything to get it a bit extreme. This brought up my thoughts about New Moon. But I ignored them. After all, when I start to read a series, I can't stop until I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll admit it: I liked the beginning and part of the middle. I hated, absolutely HATED the ending, however.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Bella's power, to PROTECT PEOPLE...i found that to be utterly stupid. Everyone else gets the cool powers. So what's up with Bella's un-kick-ass-like power? But I continued to read. &lt;br /&gt;Then, Jacob imprinted on Renesmee. What the--?! Of course, he does that because she's JUST LIKE BELLA. If you ask me, Sam's ex would be a much better match for Jacob. &lt;br /&gt;Finally...the climax. If you could even call it a climax. People talking? BOOORRRRRINNNGNGGGGGG....and flat. Nothing happened. All this build up for nothing? Great. Thanks for wasting my valuble time. If i would have known it would end like that, I wouldnt have bothered.&lt;br /&gt;When I told my classmates this, all they said was "But the Volturi would have killed them all." &lt;br /&gt;Gwa--?!!??!??!&lt;br /&gt;So WHAT?! Stephenie, i won't lie to you: You really needed a better climax. &lt;br /&gt;Infact, ALL the climaxes you have should be amped. In the first book, the one with James, that was exciting, I'll admit. The second-- Edward trying to kill himself --took about two minutes, then it was done. Everything was better. YAAAAAAYYYYYY--no. And the third...you're not even in the action. Bella cuddling with Jacob is NOT a climax. Neither is an old man talking in the fourth one! C'mon, Stephenie...&lt;br /&gt;And that finally brings me to the end. The ending screams "AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER". Gee. I mean, seriously. "Bella! I can read your thoughts!" Great. That was pretty much the only reason they fell in love in the first place (Edward was only interested in Bella because he couldn't read her thoughts. if he could, he wouldnt waste his breath to give her the time of day). Repeat after me: "LUSSSSSSTTTTTTTTT".&lt;br /&gt;Plus, one of my schoolmates, Shelby, brough up an interesting point: When i asked her the reason for being on "Team Jacob", she replied, "Just think about it: do you think Bella would be in love with Edward if he actually looked like a 119-year-old?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw the movie. Disappointment. All my visuals were ruined. So, in my sadness, I picked up Harry Potter again. And now I'm a die-hard Harry Potter fan.&lt;br /&gt;So take THAT, Twilighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeorge ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-964761798766061204?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/964761798766061204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=964761798766061204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/964761798766061204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/964761798766061204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-all-you-die-hard-twilight-fans.html' title='For All You Die-Hard Twilight Fans'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-6373222843229185941</id><published>2008-12-19T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:59:46.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Hello, Jeorge here!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, i know, spare me the lecture. "WHY HAVENT YOU COME ON!?!?! I KEPT CHECKING AND CHECKING BUT YOU NEVER POSTED! WTF IS UP WITH THAT, HUH?!"&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy. That's all I can give you rigth now. I don't have time to make some Jeorge Sotries of my own, but I do have some post ideas. So today, I'll post two posts. Just to make you guys happy and to FILL YOUR CRAVING for yet another exciting post of Jeorge.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found another funny song that I gotta share with you. Hopefully I get the lyrics right this time (I was only telling you what I was hearing, so...)&lt;br /&gt;To listen to this song, please go to http://www.playlist.com/user/30871758 (&lt;---clickable link; if you can't click on it, please type this in: www.playlist.com/twinky) and scroll down until you see a song that says "You're Beautiful" - James Blunt. Now, my playlist is in alphabetical order (i get bored on sundays =p ) so you can just scroll to the bottom. There'll be two songs. When you click on one of them, the first line should be, "my job is stupid". If its not, you've chosen the actual version of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is stupid&lt;br /&gt;My days are bored&lt;br /&gt;Inside this office&lt;br /&gt;From 8 to 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nuthin ever happens&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty blank&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that im working&lt;br /&gt;??????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cubicle! My cubicle!&lt;br /&gt;Its one of six-DEE-two!&lt;br /&gt;Its my small space&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;Just a six by six board roof&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it thats the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i give a sigh&lt;br /&gt;As the boss walks by&lt;br /&gt;No ever talks to me&lt;br /&gt;Or looks me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And i really should work&lt;br /&gt;But instead&lt;br /&gt;I just sit here and surf the internet&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cublicle! My cubicle!&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt have a veiw!&lt;br /&gt;It's my small space,&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;I sit and sob there too&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i sit here, nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afriad i dont have the last line of the first stanza. Sorry guys. But hey, the song is still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Byes for now!&lt;br /&gt;JEORGE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-6373222843229185941?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/6373222843229185941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=6373222843229185941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6373222843229185941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6373222843229185941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-6821284300546470359</id><published>2008-11-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:44:58.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology</title><content type='html'>Hello to all of you (if you're not already gone) Jeorge Readers. I'd like for you to forgive me for vanishing off the face of the earth. I wasn't even planning on posting today, but I'd just like to apologize to all of you. I've been very busy. Here's a list of things, in case you don't believe me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Tyson (he needs to be active 24/7)&lt;br /&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the '08 election (Barak Obama won!!!!!!!! Ha on you, McCain!)&lt;br /&gt;Trick-or-Treating!&lt;br /&gt;WKCE (state testing XP)&lt;br /&gt;And the big one...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've told y'all this, but I'm post-poning my book, Aslendalion Book 1. It was boring. So I started a new book (Burns) and posted it on the MySpace blog. I've been doing a lot of MySpace lately (to veiw my profile, please go to www.myspace.com/emberia . There you can find my blog, and if you've missed it, my playlist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering "Gee Jeorge, how come you haven't posted all this time, and now suddenly you're posting out of the blue?"&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this was because i had no Jeorge Stories, and I have not been on AIM in 2 billion years.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you could have at least kept us updated"&lt;br /&gt;I was going to, put it kept putting it off. I was actually going to yesterday, but i had an MOTL (Mandatory Opportunity To Learn...yes, it's pretty much like a detention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope there's many more posts to come =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-6821284300546470359?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/6821284300546470359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=6821284300546470359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6821284300546470359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6821284300546470359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/11/apology.html' title='An Apology'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-2245171238191923145</id><published>2008-09-14T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:52:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urbis and Waterballoons!</title><content type='html'>What does that sound like to you? Uribs? To me, that sounds like some kind of big city in a weird country no one's heard of....like Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. But no, I'm not here to insult Urbis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;They arent paying me to do this or anything. It's a site I found on Myspace where you can post your stories.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you're a serious writer, though.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you don't ACTUALLY have to be a published author or anyhting, i mean...&lt;br /&gt;Ugh &gt;.&lt; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if you're ever wanting to post your work, please do so. Oh, by the way, my name on Urbis is Kaabii203. If you want, i could reveiw your work for you ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...wtf does Urbis and waterballoons have to do with each other?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, on Saturday, me and Jerry were at the mall, and we decided to buy some balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as we all know, regular balloons with air in them are SOOO boring.&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to put water in them.&lt;br /&gt;And Oh my Gawd, they get so big.&lt;br /&gt;Anway...&lt;br /&gt;I have a tranpoline, so we thought it would be funny if we made a bunch of them and tried to pop them. Hehe. But Jerry kept treating them as though they were babies...-_-. It kinda creeped me out. But it was funny. Take a look at the names we gave them:&lt;br /&gt;Bob (Green)&lt;br /&gt;Patricia (Pink)&lt;br /&gt;Sulio (Yellow; Combination of Suzy and Huilo (Hulio was a balloon that popped in the making ='( so yeah))]&lt;br /&gt;Edward (yellow; Ed...also referred to as Edd, Eddy, Double Dee, and Edwardo)&lt;br /&gt;Charles (purple; Second biggest balloon we ever made)&lt;br /&gt;Charlie (purple; tribute to Charles)&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi (pink =D; the last balloon we ever popped!)&lt;br /&gt;Blappa (blue...don't ask about the name)&lt;br /&gt;Meg (also Meg 2, 3, and 4...Meg was the 3rd biggest ((she's a tribute to Meg Griffen from Family Guy...was red, which symbolized Meg's hat)))&lt;br /&gt;Elmer (and Elmer 2, 3, 4, and 5; black ((A tribute to my favorite animal on Animal Crossing)&lt;br /&gt;Frye (yellow; Biggest balloon ever made!)&lt;br /&gt;Tuffy (light blue; Very hard to pop &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Eighthy (red; Originally supposed to be number 8. But then one popped &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;♪FreDAAAY♪! (light blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so just so you know, when you're doing a CRAZY (lol) stunt like this, flopping on your back and cannonballing is the best way to go. Belly flops and just landing on them hurts like hell. Popping them while standing is boring. And if you get them all by you and you jump lightly, it feels really cool!&lt;br /&gt;*if you have a playful dog, make sure he/she doesnt try to eat the balloons. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;JeOrGe.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-2245171238191923145?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/2245171238191923145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=2245171238191923145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2245171238191923145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2245171238191923145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/09/urbis-and-waterballoons.html' title='Urbis and Waterballoons!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8126958372327421254</id><published>2008-09-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:33:25.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Cosby Pokemon Rap!!!</title><content type='html'>OMFG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cosby Pokemon Rap. SOOOO Hilarious. You GOTTA hear it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/user/30871758/view"&gt;http://www.playlist.com/user/30871758/view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link that goes to one of my playlists. My pokemon playlist. There, you scroll down and find the Bill Cosby Pokemon Rap.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find lyrics, so I wrote them myself!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Cuz copy and pasting is for losers, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rap music&lt;br /&gt;Kids&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rap music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to play?&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon ...&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to play?&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the kids, they listen to the rap music which gives them&lt;br /&gt;the brain damage&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;with there&lt;br /&gt;hippin and a hoppin and the bippin and the bobbin&lt;br /&gt;so they don't know what the jazz is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, jaz is like Jell-O pudding&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;it's more like Kodak film&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;jazz is more like&lt;br /&gt;the new Coke&lt;br /&gt;It'll be around forever,&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between me and you&lt;br /&gt;pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between me and you&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon litte fella&lt;br /&gt;you like a jumprope&lt;br /&gt;what do you think candy is made out of?&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon...no&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;candy is more like Kodak film&lt;br /&gt;See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i go, down the slope&lt;br /&gt;Doh, im goin zip zop zoobity bop&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, take your time&lt;br /&gt;do you&lt;br /&gt;remember what he looked like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an uncle named stewie, and he used to sell bicycles&lt;br /&gt;coo coo kachew!&lt;br /&gt;What you got there?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;A big stupid doo doo head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fades*&lt;br /&gt;what do you like to play?&lt;br /&gt;pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon, pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Random lyrics, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8126958372327421254?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8126958372327421254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8126958372327421254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8126958372327421254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8126958372327421254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/09/bill-cosby-pokemon-rap.html' title='Bill Cosby Pokemon Rap!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-6379552844288213739</id><published>2008-09-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:58:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Freaking Experience</title><content type='html'>Okay, well today (today being 5/8/08) I was home sick because of this stupid horrible stomach ache that's been going on for two days. Well, just to let you guys in, i got a new dog on Thursday, named Tyson. He's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Labradoodle&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, this JUST happened to me like 5 minutes ago and I'm blogging about it now. So it's fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a car door had slammed outside, and Tyson started barking. He never really barks, just when someone was at the door or, of course, when a car door slams. He kept barking and barking, so I called him over by my side, and he stopped. Mostly. He would do like 1 bark every 2 minutes and stuff, until 10 minutes later he completely stopped. So we were both practically asleep.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, he started barking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I talked to Tyson, told him I didn't hear any car doors, or any door bell ringing, i even looked outside. Nothing. No cars going by, no car doors slamming, nobody on my street.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a show called A Haunting (National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Geographic&lt;/span&gt; channel, at 11/12c and 12/1c) where people talk about their haunted houses, and the experiences they had with ghosts and demons. 99% of the time dogs would bark when they feel there's another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prescience&lt;/span&gt; in the house. One that's eerie.&lt;br /&gt;Like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;"Tyson?" I asked, half asleep. "Bark once if there's any ghosts around."&lt;br /&gt;Bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was alert and focused. The car incident happened 20 minutes ago, he couldn't possibly be still worked up about it. Plus, the car had left...&lt;br /&gt;"Tyson?" i asked again, now more alert. "Is it true?"&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"Tyson, you there?" (Tyson tends to dose off)&lt;br /&gt;"Tyson, bark once if there's any ghosts here."&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;Bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eerie, I know. I got up to type this blog post, and I feel a sharp pain in my knee. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Even sitting here, typing, I ask Tyson once again and he barks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what they all say. It's just in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aaak&lt;/span&gt;, this is too creepy to continue. I think I'll go make some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spaghettio's&lt;/span&gt; to calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;There's no possible way.&lt;br /&gt;No possible way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-6379552844288213739?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/6379552844288213739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=6379552844288213739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6379552844288213739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6379552844288213739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-freaking-experience.html' title='A Weird Freaking Experience'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1904829512714333227</id><published>2008-08-30T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:32:30.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Post!!!! W00t W00t W00t W00t (cont.)</title><content type='html'>I hope you have enjoyed the Steve the Waffle JS. If you have anymore ideas for Steve the Waffle, please contact me (my info is at the Contact Me column to your right). If you have any questions, comments, or concerns about this post, you can also contact me. Please, no spam or flaming. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge =D =D (that's me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1904829512714333227?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1904829512714333227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1904829512714333227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1904829512714333227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1904829512714333227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/50th-post-w00t-w00t-w00t-w00t-w00t-cont.html' title='50th Post!!!! W00t W00t W00t W00t (cont.)'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-307094182603396195</id><published>2008-08-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:28:35.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Post!!!! W00t W00t W00t W00t!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparklee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics - http://www.sparklee.com" src="http://img107.mytextgraphics.com/sparklee/2008/08/30/97746d760fa1c144b3430bb48c0c5036.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, all. POST NUMBER FIFTY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled through these first 50th posts. Trying to get readers, getting comments...Well, I just wanna say *sniff* that I'm glad *wipes tear* that you guys are here! *sobs* I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;I hope these next 50 posts (if i make it! ^_^) are even better yet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, screw this emotional crap. Time for the 50th post! (Rgiht after this message):&lt;br /&gt;Mango, Jerry, I dedicate this post and my bad-ass glittery text to you. Thanks, my buddies ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story that Mango and I came up with when I had Writer's Block. It's a little something called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ADVENTURES OF STEVE THE WAFFLE!&lt;br /&gt;Not really perfected, but i hope you guys like it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Steve the Waffle&lt;br /&gt;By Tink and Mango&lt;br /&gt;In the vast Bacon Kingdom lies a town. This town is an ordinary town; located right in the middle of the Kingdom. This town is called Hashbrownsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Steve. By day, an ordinary waffle. By night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten the SuperWaffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…But where there is a SuperWaffle Superhero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a SuperPancake Villan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that SuperPancake Villan is known as Charles. Or as people like to call him…Mr. Yum Yums. With his evil sidekick, Tator Tot Joe, together they attempt to take over the Bacon Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a peaceful day in the Kingdom of Bacon. The yolk was shining, the bacon bits were chirping…another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten the SuperWaffle (he goes by his undercover name…Steve) was walking down the wafer streets when he hears a desperate cry for help. Darting his eyes left and right, he proceeds to an ally, where he transforms into…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s Kitten, The SuperWaffle!” shouted a lobster. He bounced into the air and flew, his ears picking up any signs of danger. Hearing the cry again, he swooped down to find none other than…Sally the Squash, fighting for dear life to get her purse back from none other than--&lt;br /&gt;“Tater Tot Joe.” said Kitten menacingly. “We meet again. Where is your master?” Joe laughed cruelly and spat. “Foolish Waffle. By the power of my Tater tot-ness, I shall defeat you. You are no match for my kung-fu potato goodness!”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s where you’re wrong, bub!”exclaimed Kitten. Racing at the speed of light, dodging trashcans and other obstacles, he punches Tater Tot Joe in his weak spot -- his warm potato-y center. He tries to throw another punch when Mr. Yum Yums swoops in.&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Yum Yums! Or should I say…Charles!” gasps Kitten.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right.” sneered Mr. Yum Yums. “And even though you are my half twin brother, you’re going down. You’re no match for the steamy goodness of my pancake delight!” he said, walking closer and closer toward Kitten. He was taken aback with Mr. Yum Yum’s power.&lt;br /&gt;“Waffle...powers…activate.” gasped Kitten. And with his strength returning, he punches Mr. Yum Yums in his flavorful eye. Mr. Yum Yums yelled in agony and threw punch wildly, hitting Kitten twice, but mostly missing my inches.&lt;br /&gt;“Beet vision, activate!” he yelled, his eyes glowing red. Before Mr. Yum Yums had a chance to counteract, a thousand red and white beets were flung at him.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yum Yums lay there in a heap under hundreds of beats.&lt;br /&gt;“Victory is--” started Kitten, but was interrupted when Mr. Yum Yums said, “Not so fast, Kitten the SuperWaffle.” he got up from the pile of beets, with a look of pure hated painted across his face. “Prepare to taste the power…the power of what, you may ask? Prepare to taste the power…of MILK!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“NO!” exclaimed Kitten “I’m allergic to--” milk poured into his mouth before he could finish his sentence. The cold white substance made him gag. Drenched in milk and on the ground, he raised a hand and said, “Pudding power…activate.”&lt;br /&gt;Our hero lay there, motionless, unconscious from the milk he had consumed.&lt;br /&gt;“Bwahaha! Looks like I, Mr. Yum Yums, has finally--”&lt;br /&gt;The ground started to shake violently.&lt;br /&gt;“Master, w-what is that?” asked Tater Tot Joe.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a wave of delicious chocolate pudding swept the alley, sweeping Mr. Yum Yums and Tater Tot Joe away.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll get you someday, Kitten the SuperWaffle!” yelled Mr. Yum Yums in the distance. His voice echoed through the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kitten…Kitten! Wake up!” said a sweet voice beside him. He awoke to find none other than Sally the Squash by his side.&lt;br /&gt;“Sally…did I win?” asked Kitten.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes! A wave of pudding swept them clean out of the alley!”&lt;br /&gt;“Good.” said Kitten, taking a stand. “And by the power of Kitten the SuperWaffle, I declare this mission to be OVER!”&lt;br /&gt;And then the town returned to normal. Except it was all covered in pudding. But pudding is good, so that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;The End!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. For a great 50 posts ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Heres hoping for 50 more.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-307094182603396195?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/307094182603396195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=307094182603396195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/307094182603396195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/307094182603396195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/50th-post-w00t-w00t-w00t-w00t.html' title='50th Post!!!! W00t W00t W00t W00t!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8193670115045191591</id><published>2008-08-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:45:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Game...Spoof</title><content type='html'>*DISCLAIMER ~ If you like Luigi's Mansion, do NOT praise about him in the comments! I like the game too. Just having some fun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;You are about to read this Jeorge Story. Due to some foul language, I would like to ask any veiwers under 13 years of age NOT read this Jeorge Story Post. If you DO continue down, you are saying that you CAN handle the language, so what you may read below the warning sign is not my responsibility. Do be aware, however, that I did not post anything racist, obscene, nudest, or sexually based. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~If you are under 13 years of age, and you are going to keep reading, I am no longer responsible beyond this point~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, yeah. I found this kool new website called Uncyclopedia. It's where they...well, it's like Wikipedia. Except, different. Funnier. Well, i was just looking up Animal Crossing: Wild World Cheats, so when i stumbled upon this site, i thought it was HILARIOUS. So, i started looking up other stuff on there. TV shows, books...then i typed in Luigi's Mansion. They don't even have an article on that! So, today, I'm going to write my own (I've played this game 18 times...XP).&lt;br /&gt;And now, fellow Jeorge Story veiwers, I present to you my 49th post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luigi's Mansion Spoof*&lt;br /&gt;* This post was based off of the article of ACWW. But it's still a JOSOA.&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~ &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/stages/images/stage28/stage28_080218a-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/stages/images/stage28/stage28_080218a-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUIGI'S MANSION:&lt;br /&gt;This video game was based off an Italian guy who's brother gets captured in a haunted mansion. It was made by Donkey Kong. He made it because he annoyed Mario so much, but never Luigi. Way to go, Donkey Kong! =D&lt;br /&gt;The gay brother of Mario, Luigi, gets a phone call from Curious George, telling Luigi he has won some bad-ass mansion. A mansion he didn't even enter to win. Luigi, being the stupid, ignorant, bafoon he is, decides to go. After all, it doesn't seem suspicious! So he calls his bro Mario and he's like "Dood, FTW, i jst wun a freekin sweete manshun. I dun have no map or anythin, but come on ova." and so, Mario leaves (that stupid...nevermind.). Mario somehow manages to get there before Luigi (probably because Luigi is so freaken slow) and gets captured by a ghost. How that happens, i do not know -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/9/90/200px-Luigi_sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTIVE:&lt;br /&gt;To get Mario back, stupid! As we all know, Luigi can't stand to live without his dear precious Mario. Even though with Mario gone, Luigi can corrupt the whole Mario corporation and have Princess Peach to himself, thus leaving thousands of gamers upset and confused. Yeah. Don't think about that. Go save your brother. Smart one. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CHARACTER:&lt;br /&gt;A gay, probably 45-year old Italian guy who wears the same green clothes all the time. He'd rather put on a dress (as seen in the wardrobe room) but he doesn't want to feel like a girl. Even though he is. He has a big freaken nose that bounces with him when he waddles around the mansion. And a moustache, which when his is standing and bobbing up and down, sways peacefully. He is armed with a Kirby vaccuum cleaner. He also hates dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTING OUT:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Luigi is following this VERY complex map while walking through a dead forest during a dark and stormy night. Actually, it's not exactly stormy. There's just lightening. Which kinda sucks. There are also birds that squak, which scare him out of his li'l granny panties. then he realizes the mansion is haunted. he gets scared, but goes up the steps anyway, even though there's a graveyard on the front lawn, and one of the lights is turned on even though the mansion is his. He slowly goes in and shines his flashlight. "Hallo?" he calls out. No answer. Duh. He goes in. That may just be his smartest move all night. He finds himself face to face with a door with a bunch of thorns on it. It's pulsing. But yet, that doesn't get Luigi scared. And birds do? Luigi, you have issues. Then, he goes upstairs and shakes the doorknob. He hears laughing. Could it be? Mario?? *eyes sparkle with joy* he rushes downstairs to find a ghost with a key! Luigi is terrified!(no surprise there.) And so, the adventure begins. Great. *rolls eyes again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch of Characters in Luigi's Mansion. Here they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mario (haha, i put him in front of Luigi): He's the red guy, the one who gets captured. And, THANKS TO HIM, we have to go on a whole wild goose chase. not literally though. He leaves clues all over the mansion, so the bad-ass ugly fortune teller can tell Luigi where Mario is. She doesn't tell him, though, after all the clues, so he beats her mercelissly with his vaccuum cleaner. He leaves his hat (which has just been laundered recently!), his glove (Luigi sniffs it), his shoe (Luigi sniffs that too), his star (Luigi finds it on the moon O_o), and a letter ("Luigi beware of boos!" Like he doesn't know this already X/).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luigi: He's the 45 year old Italian i was talking about. He must rescue Mario. Thanks Luigi, thanks. How is it that you wound yourself up in this?! Mario doesn't need you! He hasen't needed you in over 20 video games! so NOW you wanna be a brother?! Great Luigi, that's just GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor E. Gadd: His street name is PEG. He has a freaken sweet hairdoo. He's the one that gives Luigi the vaccuum cleaner. You see folks, E. Gadd (I'm sorry...PEG) is a ghost hunter. I don't know how, but once he captures the ghosts, he puts them in a painting. you heard me: THE GHOSTS ARE PUT INTO A PAINTING. well, thanks to those goddamn boos, all the ghosts escape. Guess who has to put them all back? Yeah. Idiot Luigi. Doesn't PEG know &lt;em&gt;anything?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toad: He's the sweet-awesome mushroom guy. He's the only person that can save the game. you usually find him crying because he's either: Lost, sad that Mario is gone, afraid that Peach is going to beat him with a toaster if he doesn't return with Mario, saw a bad image of Mario in a painting, or dropped something REALLY important in the toilet. Guess who has to fish it out of there? Good ol' Luigi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peach: She's the Princess who sent Toad after Mario. Stupid Peach. Mario rescues you EVERY SINGLE TIME you get yourself kidnapped, and all you can do for Mario is just send a crying Toad?!? And the only way you can get Toad over there is if you threaten him! You dumb bitch. No wonder no one likes you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donkey Kong: He's the one who gets all the credit. If he haden't driven Mario into complete insanity for throwing barrels at him, Mario would've NEVER gone into that mansion! especially since HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A FREAKING MAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowser: More on him later. You heard me. LATER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Boo: Him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GHOSTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also known as the Gallery Ghosts. Here they are: (to veiw these ghosts pictures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neville (The Bookish Father): No, not the loveable geek in the Harry Potter series. Neville, the first gallery ghost! He looks like Eliza's dad in Eliza Thornberry, a cartoon on Nickelodeon. Seriously. He just sits there in a library, reading. Because that's the funnest thing he can think of when being dead. When he yawns, you have to suck him up with a vaccuum cleaner. I know. None of this is making sense. -_- stupid Neville. Making things compicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyd&lt;a href="http://www.mariowiki.com/images/6/68/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ia (The Mirror Gazing Mother): When Luigi comes into her room, she doesn't notice him. When he opens the curtain, letting in breeze, she doesn't notice him. "Oh dear, what a terrible draft." is all she says. She sits there, just brushing her hair. It would be fun to crack the mirror and see what she says XD&lt;a href="http://www.mariowiki.com/images/6/68/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chauncey (The Spoiled Baby): Damn, is this baby a pain in the ass. He makes you really tiny and throws horses and cloth balls at you. then he bodyslams you and laughs really dementedly. He has kool hair though. Kudos, Chauncey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the thorny, weird pulsing door opens. Hoo-rah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Floating Whirlindas (The Dancing Couple): All they do is waltz. Waltz. Waltz. Waltz. They suck. Seriously. There's not much to say about them, seeing as how they're losers. so, on to the next ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shivers (The Wandering Butler): More like the Pervy Butler. He's like 75 years old and he paces outside of a 29-year-old girl pianist named Melody. I know. Not only that, but he's a stalker. And a backstabber. And psychopathic when it comes to fire. Which is odd, considering the fact that HE'S HOLDING A FREAKING CANDELSTICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, we have Melody Pianissima: Do you NOT notice a name thing here? Besides the fact that they all stuck. Well, Luigi goes in there, and starts to play an instrument to the song of, you guessed it, the Mario Bros. Theme. Then she comes in, and she's like "Z0mg, pl0x, U gottza like heer meh songs. Oh, nd 1'm l1ke, a BIG videeoh game freek." so she plays a tune to, that's right, a Mario Bros. Game. If he got the answer right, he gets attacked my music sheets. If not, she totally spazzes and flees. Nice one, Luigi. You're an expert on the ladies -_-. I hope you get a papercut from those music sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Luggs (The Glutton): Before he enters the room, and Luigi's struttin' down the hall, you hear like this noise that sounds like a saw on wood. That's Mr. Luggs -_-. You go in, slip on a stupid freaking banana peel, and Mr. Luggs is eating none other than see-through cake. Mmm, appetizing. So, when he runs out of cake, he pounds his fork and spoon on the table, and ghosts come and bring him more. You kick those ghosties asses, suck up the cake wit your state-of-the-art Kirby vaccuum cleaner, and eventually he barfs fireballs at you. But i think he has cancer cause then he tires out after throwing up so much. *Sigh* Goddamn that fire-ball burping glutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spooky (The Hungry Dog): Ah, ze finest dog on ze market, a crrross ov a peetbull and a sabertoothed tigear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr, sorry. I got bored =/. I hate this dog. Hate him, hate him, hate him. He chomps on Luigi's leg, until some undead skeloton says "BAD DOG!" and starts throwing bones at you. -_- GREAT mansion, Luigi. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bogmire (The Cemetary Ghost): Why they called him Bogmire, i do not know. Well, the sky goes from "gross stormy black yuckiness" to "zomg theres black yuckiness with colors around.". I don't know why it turns that way, i think Nintendo is telling us that Luigi is on some kind of medication O_o. Then the cemetary turns into this pitty Arena of Cemetary Death. Gaaah. Luigi, how many fingers am i holding up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biff Atlas (The Bodybuilder): Wow. Biff. Imagine having a name like that *though bubble appears over head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, Biff, my MAN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Biff Man! What up, homie G?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Biffster, HEY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Atlas, if you wanna know something, look it up in the Atlas." XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anway, he attacks you when you punch him with a punchy bag thingy. And then he comes at you and his arms move wildly, and he does this weird kung-fu call like "WAAAA! WA! WaaaaaaAAAAA! WAAA! WA!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's taking Luigi's meds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Petunia (The Bathing Beauty): There are three things i know about her.&lt;br /&gt;1. She is NOT a beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She's fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She looks like a freaking pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luigi sees her in the shower (EWWW...well, good thing he's gay, right?) and Petunia spits water at him. Yes, the water hurts. So Luigi opens a can of whoop-ass on her, and BOOM! She's gone, and the water keeps running, making a high bill and causing nationwide panic. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana (The Scarf-Knitting Nanny): Well, Nana, for sure, is a freak. She has pet balls of yarn which roll after Luigi, lazer beam power, and the incredible power to knit and rock at the same time. Freeeeaaak....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slim Bankshot (The Lonely Pool Shark): no wonder he's loneyly. all he does is play pool with magical pool balls that hit him in the head!And it's weird, because the pool balls all end up in the same place on the table...Let's give him some tips, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me sick. First of all, what's up with the sweater vest thing he's got goin on? He looks like a waitor. And second, his hair? I mean, believe me, it's always fun talking to a guy with purple hair, but seriously Slim, it does NOT work for you. And your name. Slim?!?! What, do you want a girl named Slender? Come ON. At least have a good name. Like Kevin. And lastly, you need a tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry and Orville (The Twin Brothers): Well, these mini-assholes first want you to play hide and seek with them. Yee ha. So they hide in boxes. (FTW?) and then, after you FINALLY find them, they accuse you of cheating and barricade the door with thorns. Then they get on their little airplanes and automobiles and drop bombs on you. How two 7-year-olds can obtain bombs, i do not know. Yeah. Try babysitting for THESE monsters. Oh, and Luigi is scared of the chairs in that room. And a tennis racket. Ah, good ol' Luigi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madame Clairvoya (The Freaky Fortune Teller): Freaky, that's for sure. And like i said, she's bad-ass ugly. Just look at her! Makes me go EWWW! She's the one that reads all of Mario's sweaty socks and whatnot. And yes, then Luigi beats her mercelissly with a vaccuum. She was so ugly, even LUIGI couldn't compare. So you know, he felt threatened and beat her to death. Er, or, into the painting at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boolossus (The Jump Ghost): Err...first of all, the name. Boolossus? I mean sure, it's Boo and Colossus combined, but seriously, Nintendo, you could've done better. You find it on the balcony. But if you didn't capture 20 freaking ghosts, this guard blows you back to the start. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Grimmly (Hermit of the Darkness): Hermit of the D-...Oh My Gawd. Nintendo? HERMIT OF THE FREAKING DARKNESS!?!?!? THAT'S &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;YOU COULD COME UP WITH?!?! Well, after lightening strikes the building, the power goes out. Not that there was any power before X/. PEG and his sweet-awesome hair tells you that ghsots roam free, which is 'an excellent time to catch Uncle Grimmly!' Gee. Thanks PEG. I always wanted to capture a dead geezer with a vaccuum cleaner. PEG says that he's in a room with a miror. Great tip, PEG. Considering EVERY SINGLE FREAKING ROOM HAS A MIRROR! Well, you find him in the dressing room. He boo's at you when you turn around. Yeah. Real scary, Nintendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clockwork Soldiers (The Toy Platoon): Toys. As ghosts. &lt;em&gt;Ghost toy soldiers. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know, it seems a bit odd. And there damn annoying. Who knew toy guns could hurt so much? Of course, for Luigi, everything hurts. But what hurts deepest his *sniff* the loss of his brother *bursts in tears*. I wanna know who built those soldiers. So i can beat his ghost ass. Seriously. They look pretty good though, so maybe i wont kick his ass. Maybe I'll mildly bruise it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sue Pea (The Dozing Girl): She wets the bed. Her room is upsidown. She sends evil clown dolls after you. She has funky hair. Is there anything else to say? She's just downright odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarvis (The Jar collecter): What an asshole. I don't know what else to say. The man lives in pots, for god's sake! You know what? I hope one day, someone wins this mansion. And that special someone happens to have four kids, all of which are sons. And those particualr kids like sports. What sport?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they have their nifty bats, and they take it upstairs. They find the room and say, "Oh look, a mish-mosh of pots." And they take that bat, and they slam it on those damn pots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So take that, Jar Man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir Weston (The Chilley Climber): He lives in the freezer. And when you light a fire in there (considering the fact that's even POSSIBLE) he throws icicle beams at you. Oh Luigi. Like i said, you are one lucky Italian, wining this mansion. Smartest move you ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vincent Van Gore (The Starving Artist): Uhh...he has a funny accent. And he paints ghosts. Sorry. I'm running out of jokes to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowser and King Boo: Now you know why i wanted to wait. Yes, it turns out King Boo posseses Bowser's carcass. And you gotta throw bombs at him to unscrew his head. Then Bowser puts it on backwards and smashes everything. Sounds kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Sorry it took so long, I mean the length of the post AND how much time it took...but rest assured, the 50th post has already been made, so you don't have to wait. Hopefully this reveiw was good...it has some good and bad points...but hopefully you enjoyed it ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8193670115045191591?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8193670115045191591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8193670115045191591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8193670115045191591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8193670115045191591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-gamespoof.html' title='Video Game...Spoof'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8625960247008977801</id><published>2008-08-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:01:31.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to announce a new member of the Jeorge Story Team. Rojoblue22. But now that she's a member, you can call her Jerry. I'm not sure if she'll be posting a lot (she says she's not funny -_-), but you may see some new updates rearing their ugly heads. As well as school. So yes, that DOES mean i won't be posting as often.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, what I'm trying to say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; Z-INDEX: 100; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 479px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 121px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Free Glitter Text Maker" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" href="http://www.satisfaction.com/glittermaker/"&gt;&lt;img height="53" alt="Free Glitter Text Maker" src="http://www.satisfaction.com/glittermaker/gm_33w08/z48b4b3c5145bf.gif" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 101; LEFT: 10px; POSITION: relative; TOP: -8px; HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Free Glitter Text Maker" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 9px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: #999999; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.satisfaction.com/glittermaker/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free Glitter Text Maker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have you on the team ^_^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8625960247008977801?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8625960247008977801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8625960247008977801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8625960247008977801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8625960247008977801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7532627968801422878</id><published>2008-08-21T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:42:21.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Candy Madness</title><content type='html'>Hi there all. Just saw a link for the Top 10 Worst Candy Ever, and it thought you might like to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asylum.com/2008/02/29/the-top-10-worst-candy-ever/"&gt;http://www.asylum.com/2008/02/29/the-top-10-worst-candy-ever/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to add another candy to their list.&lt;br /&gt;5th Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Now, there may not be anything wrong with the name. And the fact that it's chocoalte and peanutbutter. But this is no ordinary regular candy bar. It can also defend itself! The peanutbutter doubles as painful, pointy, peanutbuttery shards! How delightful! How can resist the taste of chocolate, peanutbutter, and blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, hope you liked it. Seriously though, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you weren't expecting anything grand. But hey, at least it's something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other disgusting candy you'd like to trash, you can put it in the comments of this post (clicking the button that says "___ comments ((the ___ should have a number. Probably 0 -_-)) ), or you can put it in the BlabBox. Or if that doesn't satisfy you, you can e-mail me it (no spam) or IM it (see the "contact me" section to your right).&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7532627968801422878?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7532627968801422878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7532627968801422878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7532627968801422878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7532627968801422878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/gross-candy-madness.html' title='Gross Candy Madness'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-894518953999015549</id><published>2008-08-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:57:17.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching 50</title><content type='html'>No...I'm not turning 50. WhatI'm talking about is the 50th post!&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a great JS (in my opinion) to do for the 50th post.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should get like some sparkly banner or something XD lol. Or maybe a party. An internet party XD XD.&lt;br /&gt;With a sparkly banner XD XD XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's enough XD's.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm kinda not focusing on my 50th post though. Not even my 49th, 48th, 47th, or 46th.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need some kind of organization sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading this post. It told me to express my opinions and keep it under 250 words or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. Like i could keep it under 250 words.&lt;br /&gt;But, i know, i know. I'll try. I've recently created a new blog to post my IMs in. Maybe i should delete the posts that have IMs in them. Unless you guys like it. =/ if only there's a way you could tell me *looks over at BlabBox*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wanted to let you guys in on that. Ugh. Now i gotta go do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did i keep it under 250 words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-894518953999015549?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/894518953999015549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=894518953999015549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/894518953999015549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/894518953999015549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/approaching-50.html' title='Approaching 50'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-4906225250225509626</id><published>2008-08-15T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:57:54.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Jeorge</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. I guess i got another job. You know, besides the ones i already have: ruler of the earth, ninja, secret agent, author...&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy being me =p&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But being a doctor is fun. And, I'm sorry, but this is a CONVO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do something special for the 50th post.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, i give you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Jeorge&lt;br /&gt;You know the drill. If it's in orange, it's not part of the real convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:43:02 AM): im having the worst problem, twinky &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ my nickname. To make a long story short, Tink sounds like Twink, and Twink is like Twinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:43:06 AM): awwwww&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:43:13 AM): i think i have insomnia&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:43:27 AM): y?&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:43:45 AM): cuz i try 2 go 2 sleep at 11. and i cant&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:44:00 AM): so at 12 (still awake) i watch george lopez&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:44:10 AM): then eventually i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:44:26 AM): but then at like 4 am i wake up and watch more tv cuz i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:45:04 AM): the dr. is in! *puts on nurse's hat*&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:45:09 AM): ha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:45:14 AM): now&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:45:23 AM): ull have to wait in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:45:29 AM): O_o&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:45:30 AM): ill check u in&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:45:37 AM): wut waiting room!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:45:39 AM): here's a BaBar the elephant book&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:45:42 AM): u JUST got ur hat on!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:45:50 AM): ...&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:45:55 AM): mango confused&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:46:00 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:04 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:46:09 AM): the doctor will see u now&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:46:14 AM): see who? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ ... -_- probably the person who just said she had insomnia. Don't worry, he's only partially like this  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:17 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:18 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:19 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:19 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:20 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:46:20 AM): jerry&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:22 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:46:23 AM): pick her&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:24 AM): ty&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:46:26 AM): ok&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:33 AM): ya!&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:34 AM): ty mango&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:46:45 AM): please sit on the bed while we get the small hammer thingy to tap at ur knee&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:46:51 AM): um...&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:01 AM): wut duz my sleeping problem hafta do with reflexs?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:07 AM): SHUSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:12 AM): yes mam&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:47:12 AM): shes the doctor!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:19 AM): ok&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:19 AM): sorry! sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:28 AM): i need a tongue depresser&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:35 AM): !?!?!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:38 AM): and a flashlight&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:46 AM): aaand...a tub of peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:52 AM): wut!?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:47:53 AM): nurse mango, can u get me this please?&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:57 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:47:58 AM): nurse&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:48:02 AM): -gets all those things-&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:48:05 AM): ok&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:48:13 AM): and since when was i a nurse? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ *sigh* there he goes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:48:21 AM): can i also get some smilie face stickers?&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:48:22 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:48:27 AM): now jerry&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:48:30 AM): yes?&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:48:31 AM): -gets those 2-&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:48:44 AM): i need u 2 stand up&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:48:50 AM): no wiat&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:48:53 AM): * stands up *&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:49:00 AM): * sits back down? *&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:49:08 AM): first i need 2 check ur earlobes for damage&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:49:17 AM): *taps hammer on earlobes*&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:49:18 AM): ur a bizzare doctor&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:49:47 AM): now, i need to chek the tongue for any tongue disease&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:49:56 AM): tongue disease...?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:04 AM): whos the doctor here?&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:50:04 AM): &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:50:08 AM): i am&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:50:13 AM): ya...twinky, ur the nurse&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:13 AM): aw, shit&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:23 AM): screw u, buckos!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:50:28 AM): ur wearing ur stylish nurses dress&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:36 AM): i partially went to collage!&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:50:44 AM): wait so sonce when was i a nurse&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:50:45 AM): twinky, ur the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:52 AM): oh&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:50:53 AM): since the doc sed so!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:50:54 AM): thats good&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:51:04 AM): ya now help me with my prob plz&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:51:08 AM): &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:51:21 AM): i asked my mom and she sed its cuz i wake up 2 late.&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:51:25 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:51:29 AM): well... the later i stay up the later i sleep, right!?&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:51:35 AM): so she was no help there.&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:51:35 AM): that is exactly correct&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:51:49 AM): i need 2 sleep at night, but i cant =(&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:52:02 AM): i found the problem&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:52:16 AM): its because u dont burn off enough energy throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:52:35 AM): like, take walks, and ride ur bike, and...other stuff&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:52:39 AM): WOO HOOO!!!!! NOBEL PRIZE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:52:41 AM): twinky, this has been going on 4 months. its been getting worse every day&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:52:49 AM): even wen u and i went 4 a bike ride&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:52:55 AM): shit&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:03 AM): damn the mind&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:53:05 AM): no nobel prize for u&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:07 AM): grrr&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:53:08 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:10 AM): okay&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:53:14 AM): i say the nurse gets one &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ yet he doesnt even know hes a nurse?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:53:19 AM): 4 getting all the supplies!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:25 AM): screw u, bucko&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:53:31 AM): i know i should get one for that&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:38 AM): screw u 2&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:53:40 AM): ya&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:53:41 AM): ha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:53:42 AM): ummmmm&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:53:43 AM): &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:54:02 AM): mango, heres ur plaque&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:54:03 AM): DONT PRESSURE ME&lt;br /&gt;"Mango" (11:54:18 AM): -taked plaque- mine!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ Great... a man nurse gets a plaque for getting me a rubber hammer thingy and tongue depressers. And he doesn't even know he's a nurse. -_- *sigh* if only if only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jerry" (11:54:26 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (11:54:37 AM): *slaps mango upside head* go play supermario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended on a bad note, but its okay...yes, he &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;go play supermario. I hope someday Mango realizes hes a nurse, or his future wont be very bright =p&lt;br /&gt;Especially if he's a nurse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-4906225250225509626?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/4906225250225509626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=4906225250225509626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4906225250225509626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4906225250225509626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-jeorge.html' title='Doctor Jeorge'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-442115134283462780</id><published>2008-08-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:23:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ropes...And Orbit Gum!</title><content type='html'>Yes...and you may think "Gee Jeorge, what does one have to do with the other?" &lt;br /&gt;If only you knew.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sorry to say, this is another CONVO. I forced to put it on by my friend Jerry. I don't want her to open a six-pack of whoop-ass on me, so tonight I'm posting our convo on Ropes and Orbit gum.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...a whole new shipment of Jeorge Stories will hopefully be coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta think about what to write about =p &lt;br /&gt;Yeah guys...BlabBox is open for suggestions...&lt;br /&gt;And for those who didn't read the last line...&lt;br /&gt;THE BLABBOX IS OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT MY NEXT JEORGE STORY SHOULD BE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And with that, i give you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ropes and Orbit Gum&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:48:49 PM): im making my teeth stronger by chewing orbit!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:48:55 PM): YAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:49:01 PM): ya!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:49:05 PM): then u can rip tires!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:49:20 PM): AND chew up plates!!!&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:49:26 PM): my life long dream!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:49:35 PM): dont forget breaking picture frames!!!&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:49:55 PM): and play tug-a-war with another kid over a purse!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:50:01 PM): yeah!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:50:12 PM): but...&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:50:15 PM): but?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:50:20 PM): how can u tug a war?&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:50:27 PM): ....&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:50:31 PM): never thought of that either&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:50:40 PM): u cant tug on a war either&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:50:46 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:50:56 PM): haha i got a funny picture in my hed!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:51:21 PM): then wouldnt it be tug-a-rope&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:51:25 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:51:30 PM): not necessarily&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:51:43 PM): well ur not tugging on a war, ur tugging on a rope&lt;br /&gt;MangaChick" (4:51:56 PM): maybe if the ropes name was war&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:52:14 PM): but if its say "hypothetically" named jim&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:52:19 PM): it would be tug-a-jim&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:52:27 PM): thats a fun name&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:52:35 PM): lets all play tug a jim!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:52:46 PM): if there was a kid named jim playing tug-a-jim, he'd be pretty unlucky&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:52:57 PM): ha&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:52:59 PM): tru dat&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:53:04 PM): more unlucky since their chewing orbit&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:53:26 PM): lol i almost 4got thats wut started this&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:53:48 PM): but now we're on a tug-a-jim subject&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:53:56 PM): of course, of course&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:54:05 PM): we could make that a game&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:54:10 PM): where you use ur teeth&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:54:22 PM): u might lose some, but thats just the perks of winning!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:54:34 PM): =D&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:54:40 PM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:55:34 PM): ...but what if the rope doesnt have a name?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:55:40 PM): would it be tug-a-blank&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:05 PM): it wuld b weird running around screaming: "lets all play tug-a-blank!!!"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:15 PM): maybe something like tug-a-no-name&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:17 PM): seriously, i just loled&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:20 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:32 PM): yea but then thered be 2 many hyphens&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:39 PM): ugh&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:43 PM): tug-a-nameless&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:48 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:52 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:52 PM): theres no ring 2 that, tho&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:56:55 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:56:59 PM): what if the name is "spaz"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:57:04 PM): tug-a-spaz&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:57:06 PM): hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:57:06 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:57:23 PM): "wutcha doing?" "tugging-a-spaz"&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:57:35 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:57:35 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:57:49 PM): we shuld name a rope someday&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:57:55 PM): yes we should&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:58:06 PM): tug-a-frank&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:58:17 PM): tee hee&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:58:19 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick"(4:58:25 PM): tug-a-crap&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:58:31 PM): tug-a-bug&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:58:35 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:58:40 PM): ryming action!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:58:43 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:58:58 PM): word yo&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:59:09 PM): tug-a-physco (do not try this without parenal supervision)&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:59:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:59:14 PM): XDXD&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (4:59:26 PM): yo-yo&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (4:59:52 PM): theres no parental supervision, because some other kids r playing tug-a-guardien&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (5:00:01 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (5:00:09 PM): i thought it was a rope tho!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:00:17 PM): oh yea&lt;br /&gt;"MangaChick" (5:00:20 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:00:23 PM): unless the rope is named guardien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didnt end so awkwardly =p&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed...&lt;br /&gt;This has been Jeorge, saying goodnight, sleep tight, but not too tight or you'll suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-442115134283462780?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/442115134283462780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=442115134283462780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/442115134283462780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/442115134283462780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/ropesand-orbit-gum.html' title='Ropes...And Orbit Gum!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-3266931248641564302</id><published>2008-08-12T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:50:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...ANOTHER Convo?</title><content type='html'>Yes, you're probably all sick to DEATH because I keep posting \.:*CONVO*:./s. But it's the only thing i got right now =p i gotta get my act together and come up with some REAL Jeorge Stories, not just some cheap IMing crap.&lt;br /&gt;But hey. You guys wanna have a real Jeorge Sotry????? Then give me something to write about. *Details at the end of the post.*&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully that's what the poll will do. I'm gona come up with a brilliant Jeorge Story from your guyses favorite Jeorge Stories. But right now, it's all a tie. Why must you people all like different things? ;_;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* it's ok though. I'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wishing it'll end so i can start my new poll.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, here's a Jeorge Story \.:*CONVO*:./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MYSTERY DOOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everything in orange is not part of the conversation, just me, merely translating and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:27:37 PM): u kno wen &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-insert name here-&lt;/span&gt; goes lawl?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:27:42 PM): ya&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:27:50 PM): i didnt kno wut it meant so i made up laffing at windows loudly&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:27:56 PM): OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:27:58 PM): so funny&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:28:02 PM): yupp&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:14 PM): laughing at walruses legs&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:28:18 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr(9:28:22 PM): they dont have legs...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:23 PM): loloas &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ laugh out loud on a stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:29 PM): thts the point (ding!*)&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr(9:28:34 PM): ..........&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:28:37 PM): I GET IT&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:43 PM): eh?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:28:44 PM): hahaha funny&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:28:54 PM): ...um...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:28:55 PM): "laffs hysterically"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:29:42 PM): "pretendstobelaughingbutreallyquestinosinheadthensuffocatesanddies andthenreincarnates"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:01 PM): what a mouful!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:13 PM): just like honeycomb! part of a complete breakfast&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:30:25 PM): "laffsatjokegeorgejustmadeandthengoesandspontaniouslycombustsintoashatcheapcharlies."&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:30:29 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:30:58 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:31:04 PM): o yes&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:12 PM): the first thing we gotta do is take cheep charlies DOWN &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ Cheap Charlies was something we made up in fifth grade. So yes, i DO know MonkeyLuvr in person. Anyway, Cheap Charlies is from the Suite Life of Zach and Cody, on Disney Channel (Eww). MonkeyLuvr spontaniously combusts when she walks in the door O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:31:19 PM): o yes&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:23 PM): and i mean, like, DOWN down&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:31:24 PM): of course&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:35 PM): ahaha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:43 PM): i was one sec earlier than u&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:31:43 PM): all i hafta do is walk in and it explodes&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:50 PM): w00t!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:52 PM): i win again!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:31:56 PM): woo&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:31:57 PM): a sports car &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ if you're wondering why i said that, it's because i won a sports car for being 1 sec earlier than MonkeyLuvr =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:01 PM): eyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:04 PM): oas&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:05 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:07 PM): iac &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ in a cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:09 PM): i win&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:09 PM): iab &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ in a bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:12 PM): iae&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:14 PM): iaw&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:17 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:20 PM): in a well&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:23 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:23 PM): iae?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:30 PM): in an elephant XD&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:37 PM): iawltde&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:32:45 PM): ...eh...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:32:49 PM): in a walruses legs tht dont exist&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:05 PM): WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:10 PM): ...oas&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:33:11 PM): of course&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:33:14 PM): iac&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:33:17 PM): CORN! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ See the post, &lt;a href="http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-all-new-jeorge-stories.html"&gt;2 All New Jeorge Stories&lt;/a&gt;! for details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:33:23 PM): ................&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:33:27 PM): a peanuts&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:01 PM): im sorry 4 my foul language. i suppose i should watch my tongue wen saying a naughty word like corn...aw, crap.&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:34:17 PM): tht darn jeorge&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:34:25 PM): buh dum, ching!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:01 PM): "laffter from studio audience tht just magically appeared w/ donuts and happy meals from McDonalds and their new phones from Cingular, raising the bar"&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:21 PM): loliac&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:25 PM): Wtfoaw?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:34 PM): on a walrus?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:35 PM): wtf on a walrus...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:38 PM): ha&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:39 PM): i win&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:39 PM): LOLOAS!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:35:42 PM): u get it!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:45 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:35:55 PM): all this talk about walruses is making me&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:36:18 PM): pizza is dead sed kaitlin as she waddled out of the internet &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ from a story I made. i may show it to you guys later on in some point in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:36:20 PM): alright jerry &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(her nickname)&lt;/span&gt;, u have two options: go with the cash prize, the car, OR....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:36:26 PM): THE MYSTERY DOOR!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:36:34 PM): *audience appluase*&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:36:38 PM): umm.... uh... "looks nervously back and forth"&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:36:46 PM): "audience: TAKE THE DOOR"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:36:48 PM) one nerdy guy: "The cash!"&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:36:51 PM): ill go with...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:36:54 PM): THE MYSTERY DOOR&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:37:01 PM): "audience cheers"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:37:02 PM): OH!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:37:20 PM): alright then, sally, whats behind the "MYSTERY DOOR?"&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:37:32 PM): well george, todays prize is...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:37:42 PM): dun dunnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:37:47 PM): "gasp"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:37:54 PM): A HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:38:00 PM): but....&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:38:00 PM): NO WAAAAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:38:03 PM): "cheers"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:38:06 PM): not JUST a house...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:38:09 PM): oooo&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:38:49 PM): its a cardboard box! Congradulations! *sally* this carboard box house is RIGHT in the back of wallmart! you can just smell that old ham in the dumpster!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:38:56 PM): .....&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:38:58 PM): omg....&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:02 PM): I LUCKED OUT BIG TIME&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:06 PM): WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:39:07 PM): WOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:14 PM): "crowd cheers"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:39:15 PM): AND!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:20 PM): and...?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:39:22 PM): NO AIR CONDITIONING!!!! WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:27 PM): AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:33 PM): perfect 4 those hot sweaty nights&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:39:43 PM): of course!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:39:50 PM): wut about cable?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:39:57 PM): bum bummmm....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:40:09 PM): you get....1.5 channels!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:40:17 PM): thats more than the average bear!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:40:17 PM): YA- .5?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:40:24 PM): i get a whole .5?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:40:28 PM): ik,&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:40:32 PM): thts more then at my moms house!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:40:50 PM): i just wanna thank..... ME&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:41:15 PM): wooo!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:41:29 PM): duz it have room 4 pets?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:41:37 PM): like my pet cougar benjamen?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:41:54 PM): well, we know how much you luv animals, so we put a pen out in bak!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:01 PM): AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:42:11 PM): and dont worry&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:16 PM): benjie and i will luv it there&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:42:28 PM): he can drink from the puddles AND root throo the dumpster!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:42:39 PM): what glamour!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:39 PM): this is 2 awesome 4 words&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:47 PM): i MUST b dreaming!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:52 PM): "wakes up from slumber"&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:42:57 PM): AH CORN&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:43:00 PM): hey, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:14 PM): ....i just won a box 4 me and my pet cougar benjie...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:17 PM): IT WAS ALL A LIE&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:43:22 PM): ...*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:22 PM): "whimpers"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:43:35 PM): its ok&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:41 PM): it even had 1.5 channels george&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:42 PM): NOT OK&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:47 PM): and NOOO AC&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:54 PM): how can i live w/o tht???&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:43:54 PM): 1.5?!??!?!! THATS NO LAFFING MATTER!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:43:57 PM): I KNOOO&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:03 PM): EVERYTHING I KNO IS A LIEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:44:10 PM): WE'RE GONNA SUE THEIR A***S OFF!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:44:16 PM): HOO R THEY?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:20 PM): IDK&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:44:24 PM): ...oh.&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:28 PM): IT WAS A JUST A DREAM...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:31 PM): sue my dream!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:33 PM): ya thts it&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:44:42 PM): OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:44:47 PM): it only has a baked potatoe 4 a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:45:12 PM): NOBODY LIES ABOUT GIVING MY FREND 1.5 CHANNELS! THATS MADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:45:23 PM): TOTALLY TUBULAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:45:25 PM): o sorry...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:45:26 PM): um...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:45:31 PM): oas?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:45:34 PM): lets go sure their a**s off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:45:44 PM): hold on&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:45:55 PM): i cant&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:46:01 PM): i gotta finish making my Chef Boyardee: Bee Ravioli &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ it was supposed to be Beef Ravioli -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:46:09 PM): bee ravioli?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:46:10 PM): u kno how miportant tht is&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:46:15 PM): i luv bee ravioli&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:46:21 PM): its so crunchy&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:46:23 PM): o ya&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:46:27 PM): u can taste the sting&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:46:54 PM): this is a momentous occasoin in my life&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:47:01 PM): save it&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:47:12 PM): U BET I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:47:17 PM): U BET U WILL&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:47:19 PM): ill copy n paste in a document&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:47:20 PM): wait...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:47:25 PM): congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:47:38 PM): we mde a convorsation good enuff 4 a document&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:47:49 PM): i BETTER not b dreaming&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:47:55 PM): now, you have three options...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:00 PM): ok... im ready&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:00 PM): the money, the car, or the....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:03 PM): MYSTER DOOR&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:08 PM): o god!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:11 PM): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:22 PM): ...wuzzuh?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:22 PM): i guess i'll go w/......&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:26 PM): THE MYSTERY DOOR&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:28 PM): woooo&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:31 PM): WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:37 PM): sally?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:44 PM): Alright, sally, the unvailing of the door, puh-LEASE!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:48:53 PM): plz.. plz... plzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:48:57 PM): its...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:03 PM): a cardboard box!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:49:10 PM): YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:49:18 PM): wait, duz it come w/ AC?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:33 PM): Congradulations! *sally* this carboard box house is RIGHT in the back of wallmart! you can just smell that old ham in the dumpster!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:38 PM): NO!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:40 PM): WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:49:41 PM): AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:49:47 PM): and a pen!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:49:47 PM): I CANT BELIEVE IT~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:49:49 PM): cable?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:50:03 PM): no! only 1.5 channles!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:50:17 PM): ITS A DREAM COME TRUE!!! literally&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:50:23 PM): but, call the number on ur screen and we'll throw in a NOTHER .2 channels!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:50:38 PM): 1-800-HOTHOGS&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:50:41 PM): wait, im here on the game show... theres no # on my screen!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:50:49 PM): o is there?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:50:51 PM): omg it fits...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:00 PM): ya becuz its a number&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:51:07 PM): whos?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:18 PM): ...idk&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:25 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:34 PM): WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:42 PM): the man just phoned in...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:51:46 PM): 1-800-468-4647&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:51:52 PM): if you pick deal...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:02 PM): you'll get a whole bunch of unpaid bills!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:13 PM): *crowed cheers* deal! deal!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:52:23 PM): umm... deal, or no deal....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:24 PM): wats the number u put on my screen?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:52:36 PM): idk&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:52:44 PM): 468-4647&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:44 PM): o nvm&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:50 PM): it spells hothogs&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:52:51 PM): hothogs&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:52:53 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:52:58 PM): ANYwayz&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:53:06 PM): ill hafta go w/.........&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:53:07 PM): DEAL&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:53:13 PM): wOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:53:24 PM): lets check what ws in the case!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:53:39 PM): *drum role please* sally, tell janelle what was in that case1&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:54:23 PM): U CULDA WON..... .000000000001 MORE CHANNELS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:54:34 PM): NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! how culd i pass up tht deal!???!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:54:36 PM): ohhh, too bad&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:54:43 PM): im so sorry howie&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:54:49 PM): its ok, becuase u called the number on our screen!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:54:56 PM): YESSSS&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:54:59 PM): now i get both&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:55:06 PM): u get 1.7 channels now!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:55:19 PM): THTS .2 MORE THEN I HAD B4!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:55:25 PM): sweet&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:55:26 PM): YAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:55:42 PM): well george, as much fun as this day has been, i hafta go wake up now&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:55:45 PM): jerry, u just won a lot of stuff, what r u gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:55:48 PM): "poofs out of dream"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:55:53 PM): hi&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:55:56 PM): whats up&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:55:57 PM): .......&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:02 PM): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:56:08 PM): um...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:12 PM): Y DUZ THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN 2 ME!??!???!??!?!??&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:56:18 PM): duh...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:20 PM): ah, corn&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:56:23 PM): wuzzuh?&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:30 PM): u kno wut? 4get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:34 PM): im going 2 bed!&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:56:41 PM): gn, cya tomorro!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:56:45 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:56:53 PM): P.S. if u have the dream...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:01 PM): PICK THE MYSTERY DOOR&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:06 PM): .....&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:12 PM): idk if i can do tht....&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:13 PM): or the car&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:20 PM): ill pick the door goegre &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ i dont know if she was tryin to say george ro gregory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:21 PM): u can live in the car&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:24 PM): george* &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ oh, haha. Nevermind &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:27 PM): mmkay&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:29 PM): sally...&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:30 PM): well, wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:40 PM): sally wishes u luck 2&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:45 PM): ty sally&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:51 PM): I LUV U ALL GOOD NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:57:54 PM): good night, sleep tight, buit not 2 tight or ull suffocate&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:57:58 PM): .......&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:58:03 PM): thnx 4 the tip&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:58:08 PM): =D&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:58:09 PM): ttyast &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ just in case ~ ttyast= talk to you at school tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:58:14 PM): mmkay&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:58:20 PM): see u iaw&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr (9:58:27 PM): u betcha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (9:58:33 PM): =D BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MonKeyLuvr signed off at 9:58:37 PM.&lt;br /&gt;MonKeyLuvr is offline and will receive your IMs when signing back in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that was ALL unplanned?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have a good idea for a Jeorge story, you can run it by my in the CBox, located right to your right ^_^&lt;br /&gt;O_o Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-3266931248641564302?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/3266931248641564302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=3266931248641564302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3266931248641564302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3266931248641564302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/ughanother-convo.html' title='Ugh...ANOTHER Convo?'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1271502453332496436</id><published>2008-08-11T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:58:45.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed Inventions ;_;</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm selling some of my inventions that i have made (har har. Actually, i found these on the internet. A link is below this post. It's blonde inventions. Don't worry blondes, I'm blonde too -_-. They're actually pretty funny). They are the following, with the prices:&lt;br /&gt;Black highlighter ($1.75)&lt;br /&gt;Waterproof tea bags ($3.50)&lt;br /&gt;Braille driving manual ($27.34)&lt;br /&gt;Dehydrated water ($2.33)&lt;br /&gt;Screen door for submarine ($50.47)&lt;br /&gt;Ejection seat for helicopter ($33.74)&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioning for motorcycle (FREE installation! ~ $47.25)&lt;br /&gt;Left handed pencil ($0.67)&lt;br /&gt;Wooden Barbecue ($86.55)&lt;br /&gt;Glow-in-the-dark Sundial ($243.87)&lt;br /&gt;Glow-in-the-dark sunglasses ($2.47)&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline fire extinguisher ($34.42)&lt;br /&gt;Battery-powered battery charger($27.74)&lt;br /&gt;Solar-powered flashlight ($13.84)&lt;br /&gt;Clear correction fluid ($1.27)&lt;br /&gt;Fake rhinestones ($2.74 for 12 bags)&lt;br /&gt;Fireproof matches ($1.75 per 1 box)&lt;br /&gt;Mesh umbrella ($12.21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please order your products by 1/1/1983, and pay $47.95 shipping and handeling to "Jeorge", P.O. Box 4725834, ForknSpork Vill, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Delivery will take 7,845 - 8,293 business days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only accept pennies, glued together by Elmer's glue into the shape of a 47 by 63 scale model of a gingerbread house. We do also accept checks, though they MUST be written in Japanese, and folded into a paper swan.&lt;br /&gt;When you order the products, you have 24 minutes to send out your money order, or else we will find you and capture you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Effective March 21st, 2003: We now have these other great threats! You can choose from our selection:&lt;br /&gt;A: We will unfreeze a dinosaur and come and find you. ($2.34 extra with your purchase)&lt;br /&gt;B: We'll buy a horse and ram into you. ($3.27 extra with your purchase)&lt;br /&gt;C: We will freeze time, come capture you, and put you over a cliff, and unfreeze time again ($0.75 cents extra)&lt;br /&gt;D: We will steal your identity, undo your house insurance, and use our newly un-frozen dinosaur to rip off the roof of your house ($7.53 extra)&lt;br /&gt;E: We'll cause great discomfort by replacing your sofa with a large rock ($0.50 cents extra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and come again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has (almost) been a ~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.jokesblonde.com/Blonde-Inventions/"&gt;http://www.jokesblonde.com/Blonde-Inventions/&lt;/a&gt; ~ it's the list of the inventions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1271502453332496436?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1271502453332496436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1271502453332496436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1271502453332496436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1271502453332496436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-inventions.html' title='Failed Inventions ;_;'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-6040822957590822443</id><published>2008-08-09T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:04:46.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Got Angry</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. But before i can get nito that, I have to say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40th Post!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's trjue, I'm so proud of...me =D&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to thank my readers, and the persons that vote in the poll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it's only 40 posts.&lt;br /&gt;The big one is 50, cuz that means i'm halfway to 100 =D&lt;br /&gt;And it only took me...9 months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So now, why Jeorge (that's me) got angry.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm a pretty mellow person. The only thing that really angers me is if they're being annoying to the point where i want to beat them with kitchen appliances, do things that i don't like repeatedly even though they know i don't like it (i.e. ignore me), and some other stuff which i don't remember because it's only 9AM O_o&lt;br /&gt;But Gawd...do you know how agravating Nick Magazine can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;br /&gt;I have always had an issue with people who keep sending me newsletters I don't sign up for. and I tend to get...upset. I got upset at Old Navy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY DONT YOU REALIZE I NEVER READ THESE ANYWAY?! OH, AND BY THE WAY, DONT SEND ME ANYTHING ELSE BECAUSE I DONT EVEN LIKE OLD NAVY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that seemed to do it. But there was one quarrel with Nick magazine that pushed me to the edge. For months I've tried to get them off my back. the directions were simple: all I had to do was reply to the message and put Unsuscribe in the subject line and BOOM! theyd be gone. But they didn't. And I got mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY GENIUSES IF I WANTED THIS STUPID NEWSLETTER THING I WOULDA ASKED FOR IT!!!!!! I DON'T EVEN PLAY ON YOUR STUPID SITE, I DON'T WATCH YOUR STUPID CHANNEL, AND I  DON'T WANT TO READ YOUR STUPID NEWSLETTER!!!!!!!!!! IF YOU HAVE COMMON SENSE AT ALL YOU WOULD REALIZE THAT THIS E-MAIL IS A RANT...TAKE ME YOUR STUPID E-MAIL LIST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue of Nick Magazine was on the Naked Brother's Band Movie. That's why I'm talking about them O_o:&lt;br /&gt;STOP E-MAILING ME!!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!!?! I'D RATHER PUT A WHOLE BOTTLE OF PEPPER SPRAY &lt;em&gt;IN MY EYES&lt;/em&gt; THAN LISTEN TO YOU PEOPLE GO ON AND ON ABOUT THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND. THEY SUCK! STOP E-MAILING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have warned you before not to e-mail me again. I thought I had made this clear. If not, then let me say this: If I EVER see another message from you again, it will be considered harassment and I will be forced to take legal action. Consider this your last warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! DON'T SEND ME THIS. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF DEALING WITH YOU PEOPLE! I'D RATHER BEAT MYSELF REPEATEDLY WITH A TOASTER THEN LOOK AT SOME DUMB NEWSFLASH THAT I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT. DIDN'T I TELL YOU GUYS THAT IF YOU SEND ME MORE OF THIS SHIT I'LL BE IN TOUCH WITH THE AUTHORITIES!?!?!? WHAT DOES IT TAKE?!?!??! If you send me any more of this, I will unfreeze a dinosaur and come after you. PLEASE, for the love of all that is pure, DON"T SEND ME THIS ANYMORE. I've asked you repeatedly, I've followed your "unsuscribe" directions... this is now considered harassment. THIS IS CONSIDERED HARASSMENT!!&lt;br /&gt;Please don't send me any more junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just one itsy bitsy problem about what I did. Not that I threatened them or anything, but something even smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spelt Unsubscribe wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know -_-&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I had a spelling problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-6040822957590822443?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/6040822957590822443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=6040822957590822443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6040822957590822443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6040822957590822443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/jeorge-got-angry.html' title='Jeorge Got Angry'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8241324900290850751</id><published>2008-08-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:01:25.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Feature: The Chat Room</title><content type='html'>You may or may have not noticed, I've taken out the Quibblo quiz and have put in a new feature: A chat room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's where i tell you how to use it and the rules =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the login screen. For a username, you can just type in anything (actually, not really. See rules below). Then, if you wish, you can type in a profile. You know, tell a little about yourself. Or not. Whatever you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third line of the login screen is the Password. This doesn't concern you at all, this is just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the buttons at the top are the following (left to right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOG OFF - For exiting the chatroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Float: It can just bring the chatroom in a little pop-up window. You might want to have your pop-up blocker off if you want to use this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions: A bunch of different actions. Actions are just like doing something. For example: *smashes bricks in eyes*. The actions here are *laughs out loud*, *looks around*, *smiles*, *grins*, *runs away*, *cries like a baby*, *giggles*, *applauds*, *will be right back*, and *waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text: theres a few options for this one. The first one is just if you want to clear all the text and start anew. You can also make your text smaller and larger. And you can also change your backround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options: Just little check boxes you can click, which is "Accept Private Chats", to turn on sound sounds, and to turn on the system sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff &amp;amp; Admin: Sorry, those are for me. I use them to kick people off and/or silence them. If you don't want to be silenced or ejected, read the rules below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help: you dont need that button, because im explaining everything Help tells you -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilies and such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just can't express your feelings through words. That's where the smilies come into play ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list to do emoticons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Smilie: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilie with tongue: :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilie with sunglasses: 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil: ])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying smilie: :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winking smilie: ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frownie face: :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing-ish smilie: :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprised smilie: :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live by these rules. Enforce them. Or else I'm gonna take you DOWN. If you skip over these rules and go to the chatroom, you're gonna find yourself ejected out. Just read the dang rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: NO DIRTY USERNAMES:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sexist, racist, or obscene. Please. If I see that you have a name that fits into this category, you'll immediately be ejected. Names like "Sexy Chick" is ok, but let's try to keep it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: NO SPAMMING:&lt;br /&gt;NO SPAMMING. I can't stress this rule enough. for example, no repeating the same thing over: "Pie pie pie pie pie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: NO ASKING FOR INFO:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask for personal info. If you have been asked for your info, please tell me in a private chat, and I'll kick the person. Do NOT kick that person just because. You must have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: NO ADVERTISING:&lt;br /&gt;You can advertise, but PLEASE, don't do it here. You can tell us about this kool video you saw on youtube, but don't advertise your website. You're not only breaking the No Advertising rule, but also the No Spamming rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5: FOLLOW THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Is an explaination &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: KEEP IT CLEAN:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing rasicst or obscene, sexist, or dirty. You can swear, just not alot. (i.e. This &lt;a href="mailto:!!@^%"&gt;!!@^%&lt;/a&gt; website is so &lt;a href="mailto:%@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;%@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;^@$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;^@$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i mean its like @$%. Oh hey, did you !#$# catch that @#$%# video on youtube! It was so @#% hilarious! @#$% &lt;a href="mailto:#^@#$"&gt;#^@#$&lt;/a&gt; @#$@#!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. symbols like that are allowed ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy, we won't bite =D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have fun! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually going to be on at 9/10c, 10/11c and 5/6c. Maybe I'll be on at 7/8c. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8241324900290850751?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8241324900290850751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8241324900290850751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8241324900290850751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8241324900290850751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-feature-chat-room.html' title='New Feature: The Chat Room'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1487915609030505679</id><published>2008-08-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:15:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Poll Ever O_O</title><content type='html'>Yep...my longest poll ever. I had to stop the other one short because people were getting mad at me and calling it stupid &gt;.&lt; And i know, no one wants to die. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, some people really need to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, i ended it early and started a new poll-- your favorite Jeorge's Life Posts.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this doesn't cause nationwide panic to all.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1487915609030505679?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1487915609030505679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1487915609030505679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1487915609030505679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1487915609030505679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/longest-poll-ever-oo.html' title='The Longest Poll Ever O_O'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8545156556421919239</id><published>2008-08-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:30:45.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Holiday?</title><content type='html'>Well, now that it's August, we gotta get ready for holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;You know, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;But what about holidays in August?????&lt;br /&gt;Nadda. Nothing. Besides August 31st, which is National Trail Mix Day!!!!!!!!!! *fireworks go off in backround* and the 18th, which is Bad Poetry Day (ohhh, are you guys in for a treat then!!! *demon laughs*), the 14th, which is National Creamsickle Day, the 11th, which is Presidential Joke Day (like we dont do that everyday!), the 9th, which is Book Lover's Day...&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. Have you ever even HEARD of these holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge is here to fix that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite number is 18, but that's taken up by Bad Poetry Day (seriously...you guys better be ready for that) so BE PREPARED! The next national holiday is on August 22nd!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And who decided that?&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard thing about coming up with a holiday is the NAME. I mean, what should it be? National Furby Day, but i dont want people to suffer (or do i?), National Jeorge Day, but that sounds obnoxious and self centered...Ooh! How about National You Can't Escape Me Day????&lt;br /&gt;Crap, that sounds like crap.&lt;br /&gt;No, no. I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Villan Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, come on. Don't you think the villans should get a day? The Joker can finally step out of his abandoned warehouse without Batman swoopin down and kickin his...erm...butt...&lt;br /&gt;And its just not the evil villans, either. What about Rabbit? You know, the one from the Trix commercials that doesnt have a name? All he wants is to steal the Trix. On August 22nd, he'll get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like that, then try this one on for size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Cannnabalizim Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what do you expect from me at 10pm? I'm no Einstein here. Gimme a break, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National MyFootFellAsleep Day.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, its so hard to make holidays!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Nyaberagerbalooba Day.&lt;br /&gt;National Spork Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;Since i have to wait for my poll to end, I'll ask here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the national holiday on August 22nd should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Villan Day&lt;br /&gt;National Cannabalizim Day&lt;br /&gt;National MyFootFellAsleep Day&lt;br /&gt;National Nyaberagerbalooba Day&lt;br /&gt;National Spork Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you have your own idea for a holiday name, you can post it in the comments, or in the ShoutBox! located right to your right.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i like National Nyaberagerbalooba Day. But you know, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i got it!!! National Waffle Iron Day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&gt;.&lt; i'll see you guys in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8545156556421919239?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8545156556421919239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8545156556421919239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8545156556421919239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8545156556421919239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-holiday.html' title='August Holiday?'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8675544951224478718</id><published>2008-08-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:06:23.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELLING DS LITE WITH EXTRAS!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's a link!! I'm selling my DS Lite! Comes with 3 games and a car charger!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=230278299962"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=230278299962&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you win!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jeorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT: August 11th, 2008 7:59PM:&lt;br /&gt;Well, my DS sold for $78.00 if anyone cares =p. Not the price i was going for, but hey, it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was also selling my Gamecube games on the same day, which got nuthin =p.&lt;br /&gt;Combined with the money i got for my gameboy advance sp ($36.99) hopefully this can buy me a new DS on ebay =p =p =p Cuz the DS i sold was broked &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8675544951224478718?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8675544951224478718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8675544951224478718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8675544951224478718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8675544951224478718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/selling-ds-lite-with-extras.html' title='SELLING DS LITE WITH EXTRAS!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7436985636431806996</id><published>2008-08-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:32:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiz O_o</title><content type='html'>Well, you guys voted, and it's a tie between "A Quiz" and "I don't care, as long as it's funny".&lt;br /&gt;Errr....&lt;br /&gt;A funny quiz? What's so funny about quizzes? When a teacher hands youa pop quiz do you start laughing histerically? When you want to become a citzen of the United States, do you laugh during THAT quiz? Didn't think so!&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiz of Perpetual Torture&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For this quiz, you must have access to Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if John has 40 dollars (haha, johns such a loser) he spends 19 steals triple the amount he orignally has, quadrouples his income, pays 67 to the tax ppls, eats 9 for breakfast, steals 63 from his dad, pawns his moms ring for half the price he orignally had, and burns 25% of half, how much does he have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. you are lead into a cold, dark room and given nothing but a match. You stumble upon three other items in the room: an oil lamp, and oil heater, and a candle. Which do you light first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Glass Castle Is by...?&lt;br /&gt;a) Jeannette Walls&lt;br /&gt;b) Gregory E. Lang&lt;br /&gt;c) Marc Salem&lt;br /&gt;d) Libba Bray&lt;br /&gt;e) J.K.Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyday for the past 2,008 years, Mrs. Claus has baked Santa 24 cookies. Each cookie will make him gain 4 pounds. He eats ever single cookie. When they started this tradition, Santa was 347 pounds. On the 2008th year, Mrs. Claus asked Santa to go on a diet. And he did. He lost 43 pounds with Jenny Craig! But he started sneaking Mrs. Claus's cookies again. He snuck and ate 38 cookies before Mrs. Claus caught him. The tradition stopped on January 1st, 2009, where Santa had but 1 cookie on that day. How much does Santa weigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. At long last, somebody invents “the dream VCR.” This machine allows you to tape an entire evening’s worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device if you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don’t agree to this, you can’t use the dream VCR. Would you still do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you don’t kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you can’t tell them why. Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my answers:&lt;br /&gt;READ THIS ONLY AFTER YOU TOOK THE QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It really depends on who licks the lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. $18.50. He shoulda just kept the money he already had =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The match! Haw, Haw, Haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A: Jeanette Walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Santa weighs 772,444 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. NO WAY. Not in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to. See, I kinda forgot you were on my floor, and I wanted to watch Uncle Buck, so i went to get the DVD, and I tripped over you. Err...can i get you some soup?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7436985636431806996?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7436985636431806996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7436985636431806996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7436985636431806996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7436985636431806996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiz-oo.html' title='A Quiz O_o'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-2933371042825722402</id><published>2008-07-29T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:25:14.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Original Jeorge Story!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you're probably all sick and tired of Jeorge Story CONVOS, so here I have an original Jeorge Story in which I have invented myself.&lt;br /&gt;See, i was making my "blog" journal on playlist the other day, and I asked them what a blog was.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I said, if it was about my life, then i wouldnt want to make a blog. My life is terribly boring, especially now in summer time. I mean sure, we're going on three trips, and soccer season still isn't over yet (yes, i play soccer...7th year. I know.), and I have at least 1 sleepover ever week, but still, BORING. Lol. I'm sometimes hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back on the subject, i told them what a regular day was like in the Jeorge residence. Then I said my life was boring again.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i twisted it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a cold, icy cave halfway up Mt. Everest. I'm freezing half to death, and I'm running out of food and water supplies, but yet i still eat a hearty bowl of Choclate Marshmallow Mateys. My lips are blue, and my hair is frozen down to the roots, but I think to myself, I must keep going. This is for my one-legged grandma who died from getting run over by a monster truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is back home, doing laundry, worried sick. Her daughter is somewhere on a huge mountain, and she probably froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I get a call on my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;"mmm" I said. My lips are frozen shut. So i rip them apart. It's painful, but I had already experianced a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. It is I." she said. "Are you dead yet?"&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the phone, wondering if my mom is joking&lt;br /&gt;."What do you think? I'm talking to you, aren't I?" I hear sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you're okay. Oh, and I heard on the news. Your crew died. That's sad. How are you getting along?"&lt;br /&gt;"I know. I'm struggling, because they died in my arms. The cold was just too hard for them, and their systems froze."&lt;br /&gt;"And how are you?" my mother asks nervously.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm freezing half to death on a mountain, I'm running out of supplies, and I dropped my navigation system yesterday, so now I have no idea where I am. But other than that I'm peachy-keen."&lt;br /&gt;"Hang in there, little one. Your journey must almost be over."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I wish I knew, but," I blink back tears. "I just don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I know your journey's almost over. I sent a rescue team to come get you, so you won't die. Just as long as you don't--"&lt;br /&gt;I hear my phone go dead.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I had that hearty bowl of Chocolate Marshmallow Mateys, or i dont think i wouldve gone on!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, yummy...I wish I had CMM. All I have is REAGULAR Marshmallow Mateys. Icky. RMM.&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. Will i ever be found by the rescue team? Or will I freeze to death on the cold mountain of Mt Everest?&lt;br /&gt;You can get all these answers and more by sending in 6 box tops of Betty Crocker Marble Cake with the little sprinkles inside of them, and two small payments of $49.95 to "The Jeorge Residence" of ForkNSpoon Vill, Oregon, 43183, United States, North America, The North-Western Hemisphere, Western Hemisphere, Planet Earth, The Galaxy We Live In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I have to go eat some RMM!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-2933371042825722402?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/2933371042825722402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=2933371042825722402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2933371042825722402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2933371042825722402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/original-jeorge-story.html' title='An Original Jeorge Story!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8207199367575371774</id><published>2008-07-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:29:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o Holy Cow!!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't been here lately, I'd like to show you a couple of updates I've made:&lt;br /&gt;ShoutBox - Where you can put little shout outs for everyone to see!&lt;br /&gt;Playlist - Listen to music I like when your on my page ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Backround Change! - From Tree-hugging green to We-all-wish-the-water-was-this-blue blue&lt;br /&gt;Return of Poll - Tell me, what would YOU like me to post next? (erm, besides this)&lt;br /&gt;A New type of Post! - Yes, the creation of \.:@C.O.N.V.O.@:./!! (Crazy Oas and Not Very Orderly)&lt;br /&gt;Switched Around stuff - Yeah, Playlist and the Video Bar are now on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;New Vids! - Yup, new videos on my Vid Bar!&lt;br /&gt;Added a Picture! -  I added a pic a took of a bridge at night! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you like the new changes to my website!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post sumthin funner later&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8207199367575371774?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8207199367575371774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8207199367575371774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8207199367575371774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8207199367575371774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/oo-holy-cow.html' title='O_o Holy Cow!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1140303746619341646</id><published>2008-07-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:55:39.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Update!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!! Now we have ShoutBox AND a playlist! Compliments from Playlist.com. This is my playlist. Check out the songs. They're delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theyre Grrrrrrrreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not been a ~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1140303746619341646?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1140303746619341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1140303746619341646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1140303746619341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1140303746619341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-new-update.html' title='Another New Update!!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7292863013601456510</id><published>2008-07-26T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:29:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!!! SHOBERG!!!</title><content type='html'>You may know that i hate Mrs. Shoberg. She is evil. If you don't I'll give you the 411.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shoberg is the most evil teacher on the planet. She was my 7th grade writing, study hall, AND reading. I know. Gross. And you may be thinking "*gasp* Jeorge!! That is not nice! Mrs. Shoberg has feelings!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;No. She doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;See, Hannah is one of my friends. And she...backsasses her. You know how that goes, right? Yes. Friends with the troublemaker. Never good.&lt;br /&gt;Never good.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, me, Hannah, and Chelsey (i hung out with her, too) always got in trouble. Do you know how many times Mrs. Shoberg has used the threat "Do you want me to send you to Mr. Soki?"&lt;br /&gt;And do you know how many times Hannah went?&lt;br /&gt;She's not bad, she just doesnt take crap from anybody.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since me and Chelsey ( i know. Chelsey and I.) were frends with Hannah, we got introuble too. Not to the point where we were sent to the Vice Principal, but....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we pretended to be Mrs. Shoberg in a conversation with a gold farmer named Messi. Not even a name. I know.&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i corrected her grammar a lot lol. She's just...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messi and Her Stupidity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for a site operator to respond. Please don't forget to leave your feedback when this chat end.&lt;br /&gt;You are now chatting with 'messi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello, how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: whatever happened to the mittability, the milman, the paperboy, evenin TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: you missed ur old familiar frends, waiting just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello, yes, i have a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: ...J'mapple Sprinkles of Doom. J'habit une pancakes. Como esta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: And I have a qwesjun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: how are you on this fine evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: its morning here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: That is very intriguing. I would like to inquire if you know how to get to highway 2578&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: what do u mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry to interupt your thought process, but i think you need a breathmint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: i am 987. i celebrate day of birth on Auvember 32nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: do you know where one-legged waitresses work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: no,sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: I am doing what you young people call "breaking the ice". but the ice is so goddamn thick i keep sliding, like a wet slip n' slide on a hot summer. Made of rabbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Ihop! BA DUM, CHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: I COMMAND YOU TO LAUGH HEARTILY LIKE A DRUNK HOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: messi, i do not enjoy talking to you. please give a 2+ word response, or else this relationship is OVER! and i MEAN IT! I will pack my things and go right out that door! You dont listen to my needs! And why isnt there a decrative fruit here?!!? Pl0x pl0x pl0x pl0x pl0x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There may be a problem communicating with messi. Please wait while your chat is transferred to another operator.&lt;br /&gt;You are now chatting with 'messi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: hey! they said i'd get a NEW operator on a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: and is this chatroom really hacker safe? I dont feel safe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: PARANOIA! PARANOIA! PARANOIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: its safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: we're talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;messi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: "ya" is not a complete answer. Do you know how to spell? and it's not "ok" either. the correct thing would be "OK", because it is abreviated. I dropped out of school in 7th grade, and i know more Anglais then you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you. That is much better. My name is Mrs. Shoberg. I am friends with the crossing lady. Gobble Gobble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: np. what can i help u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: NP?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!???!?!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!????!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!???!?!????!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??????!?!?!??!????!?!?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Mrs. Shoberg dont roll like that, honey (bunches of oats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: what is this term "np" you are discussing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: What does "np" mean? I am Mrs. Shoberg. Mrs. Sober(g) (im not sober) dont know what that means. Ollie? Ollie: IT'S RAININ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: np=no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: I see. Mrs. Shoberg now roll leik that FTW Pl0x. My name is Dani, and I'm a foxi grandma ona stick!!!! I &lt;3 Hanks Pancakes FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: What did we just talk about?!?!? Since you wont understand, please turn to page 475 in your textbook. Now, please read paragraph two, section one. Then, do pages 476 and 477. Any questions skeeter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: you are teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, I am Mrs. Shoberg. You can ask those children in that cage over there. *Demon laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: WHAT DID WE JUST TALK ABOUT MESSI ON A STICK?!?!? For a punishment, i am going to take the whooping stick to your skull. and also, please write on the board "I really know how to say okay." 3,872 times. CLASS DISMISSED!!!! Oh, but Hannah, you must stay *demon laughs* *hannah screams piercingly and perferates my eardrums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Please cappitalize and use correct punctuation. Read the poster at the front of the board. It wil...educate you. *demon laughs*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: KK?!?!! Must you be a little schoolgirl *demon laughs* DEMON!!! NOT NOW!!!! Anyway, you mean to say, okayokay. KK is an expression that Eskimos use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: For example: "Bowla! there are a lot of Fish in this KK River, eh mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: No, you need to cappitalize your words at the beginning of a sentance *demon laughs* DEMON!!!! NOT NOW FTW!!! And make sure there's a period. And WHAT did i tell you about using the word "ok"? It's either Okay! or OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: ...koay demon, you can laugh now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: *demon laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: YOU BOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Please turn to chanel 902 to watch this movie now! Time Warner Cable, the power of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: hehe? Very nice, messi, i see you are improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: Messi, I am (not) sorry (BEcuz i am Shobergzzzzz) to tell you this, but Ty is a beenie baby company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: For the love of Macaroni with little kids! PLEASE capitalize your words! *demon laughs* DEMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: NO!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY!!!! OKAY!!!!! OKAY!!!! PAGE 475!!!!!!! DO I NEED TO MAKE A CALL TO OPERA WINFREY?!?!?! CUZ I CAN!!!! IM SHOBERG BEEOTCH!!!!! I AM A FEMALE DOG!!!! I LOVE TO SMACK HANNAH!!!!!!! UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH A SOCK FULL OF LEAD!!! UR MINE, BEEOTCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: SHULD I CALL MR. SOKI?!?!?!??!???!?!?! CUZ I CAN!!!!! IM SHOBERG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SprinklesOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: THAT IS NOT A COMPLETE SENTANCE YOU PILE OF STICKS ON A STICK!!!! A QUESTION MARK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;messi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry.i ahve to go now bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chat session has been terminated by the site operator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7292863013601456510?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7292863013601456510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7292863013601456510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7292863013601456510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7292863013601456510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/zomg-shoberg.html' title='ZOMG!!! SHOBERG!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-9199644777286250491</id><published>2008-07-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:41:22.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ShoutBox!</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce you to a little thing i like to call ShoutBox.&lt;br /&gt;It's where you can post comments for everyone to see! Kinda  like a chatroom thing. It's the little box at the right. If you can't see your message on there, go to this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="external" href="http://forknspork.shoutmix.net/"&gt;http://forknspork.shoutmix.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll try it out!&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-9199644777286250491?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/9199644777286250491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=9199644777286250491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/9199644777286250491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/9199644777286250491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoutbox.html' title='ShoutBox!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-501945054359594388</id><published>2008-07-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:16:43.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Mixed up Dream!!!</title><content type='html'>\.:@C.O.N.V.O.@:./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream a few days ago...and i really wanted to share it with someone. Luckily, my pal pUrPlErOcKs came on and i told her. So now, im gonna tell you. I call it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Demon Spirit at the Mine&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anything in Orange was me adding a comment. the orange is not actually a part of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:06:11 PM): omg wat was ur crazy dream?!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:06:21 PM): hey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:06:23 PM): ur here!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:06:29 PM): yup im here!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:06:38 PM): ok ,ok&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:06:48 PM): so we were on a feild trip to this old mine&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:07:04 PM): and a lot of people had died there, so like it was really creepy&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:07:05 PM): old mine. . .&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:07:11 PM): ok thts creepy&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:07:27 PM): and so like there were a lot of dead bodies and spirits around &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The mine part was longer than this though...it was like where we went to this old abondoned mine, and it wasnt really like a mine at all, because after we went up the scaffolding and climbed into the mine, it was like an office building. There was blood everywhere; there wasnt actually dead bodies. And we went into this really grand room with like a skylight and everything. I dont know, i only remember it as it being like a library or something. This was really where the tour began. All we did was do a science experiment with balloons, went to the top of the building, and came back down. I only remember me, janelle, dani, brad, kaitlin, and some other people come out though. And we had four classes at this feild trip O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TinkTink203 (12:08:04 PM): so after we left, though, we went back to school, and Brad (guy @ out skool) had gotten possesed by one of the angry spirits&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:08:19 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:08:25 PM): so the cops in the school were holding out the doors so the people could get in and so they could keep Brad out&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:08:53 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:08:55 PM): but they wanted to save themselves so they told me to hold the door, and im just like "wtf then how do i save myself" and there just like "you dont. Oh, and make sure you dont try to save yourself, otherwise that kid will come in."&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:09:17 PM): LOL!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:09:34 PM): so i held the door so brad wouldnt get in. Well, i tried to save myself, but i was too late, and brad came in and stood over me&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:09:50 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:09:59 PM): and im just like "please dont hurt me." and he ended up slicing my head off&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:10:09 PM): or, at least i thought&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:10:21 PM): omg! thts creepy&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:10:33 PM): did u wake up after he sliced ur head off?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:10:43 PM): so i was running with janelle and dani and brad was chasing us&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:10:56 PM): i remember dani! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- I actually know pUrPlErOcKs in real life; we used to go to school together (w/ janelle and dani and others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:11:00 PM): and we got separated trying to find a way out&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:11:10 PM): it was actually really scary&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:11:36 PM): because brad had like...lets see if i remember...he had a knife, a machetty &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(something like that),&lt;/span&gt; a gun...and i think a grenade &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and he had cameoflage (however u spell it) on. like an army soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:11:39 PM): night mares!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:11:44 PM): omg&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:11:48 PM): thts like not normal&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:11:54 PM): they were all bloody too&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:12:00 PM): EWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:12:22 PM): so anyway, dani ended up in where ms drewiskis room &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(she was our music teacher...this school i was at was for 5th and 6th graders...i dont know why my dream happened there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:12:28 PM): u have the weirdest dreams ever!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:12:34 PM): but it wasnt ms drewiskis room, cuz it had beanbags and a tv...and it was really small&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:12:44 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:12:56 PM): and janelle...we dont know where she ended up at the moment, but i ended up in the boys bathroom &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(none of the guys noticed i was there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:06 PM): then brad came in the boys bathroom&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:13:17 PM): creepy!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:17 PM): and im like "omfg hes gonna kill me this time"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:24 PM): so i hid in one of the stalls&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:13:28 PM): but he sliced ur head off before!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:36 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:38 PM): i thought he did&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:13:40 PM): wait. . . y the boys bathroom&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:13:52 PM): it was the only place i could find on such short notice&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:13:59 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:14:04 PM): any other questions b4 i continue?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:14:20 PM): nope&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:14:22 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:14:23 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:14:59 PM): so anyway, then i ran out...i was really scared because i wanted to call janelle, but i was scared that if i called her while she was hiding from brad, if brad was in the same room as her he would kill her&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:15:07 PM): so i called her anyway&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:15:27 PM): -cough-&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:15:55 PM): and i ran into the janitors big storage room...and shes just like "omg jourdan its you" and im just like "omfg janelle where are you?" and shes just like "the janitors room"&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:16:13 PM): (she really called it the boiler room ((i watched titanic the night b4, so, u kno...)))&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:16:31 PM): and im just like "omg , im there!" and then we got really excited&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:16:43 PM): "and im just like, we gotta call dani and see where she is"&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:16:54 PM): ha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:17:22 PM): so we did, and danis just like "omg guys! i made it out! i escaped!" and we're just like "wait 4 us, ok?" and shes like "ok, be careful" &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(she never waited for us...if i remember correctly, she walked home...to her old house...O_o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:17:30 PM): and i left the boiler room w/o janelle...i have no idea why...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:17:40 PM): so i tried to go throo one of the doors&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:17:51 PM): but there were red shoes blocking the way (like shoes u get from hoops for heart and jumprope 4 heart n stuff) &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoops for heart was a thing we did for school where we had to shoot basketballs to raise money for some heart foundation thing. Jumprope for heart was done in elementary school, where we did the same ting only we jumproped instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TinkTink203 (12:18:02 PM): and all the other doors were bolted shut&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:18:03 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:18:11 PM): oh my&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:18:18 PM): so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:18:29 PM): hold on, let me think...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:18:53 PM): oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:19:11 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:19:26 PM): so i went back to the boiler room and we called dani back, and shes just like "break a window!"because thts wat she did. and we tried to, but brad was still hunting everyone down...and so he would hear the glass breaking&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:19:53 PM): but we found out that brad wasnt possesed anymore, and he was watching TV with some random girl he called his girlfrend&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (12:20:02 PM): LOL!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:20:05 PM): So we tried breaking the glass and I got free, but somehow, i ended back inside O_o.&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:20:16 PM): so we went to the gym, which was dissconnected from the school apparently &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;isnt in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TinkTink203 (12:20:31 PM): and the kids were playing dogeball and basketball like nothing happened!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:20:48 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:20:51 PM): but then...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:21:03 PM): this was where it got really bad&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:21:15 PM): janelle got possessed by the demon&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:21:26 PM): night mares for me&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:21:53 PM): and she started to shoot the kids in the gym...so i tried to escape throo the gym doors, but omg! she heard the gym door closing, so she ran outside and tried to shoot at me&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:22:21 PM): go figure&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:22:32 PM): so i ran around the gym one time and went inside, and she knew i went inside (i was standing behind the door) so she opened the gym door and started shooting again, and i ran out b4 she noticed i wasnt in there&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:23:05 PM): i could say something really mean right now but i wont&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:23:40 PM): say it&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:23:42 PM): nah&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:23:45 PM): how come?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:23:54 PM): is it mean about me?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:23:56 PM): fine&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:24:11 PM): wasnt &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-this part has been deleted... just in case- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:24:18 PM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:24:23 PM): k go on&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:24:37 PM): and something happened, but i think the school relocated to the middle school, because wen i went outside, it looked like the middle school&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:24:47 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:25:00 PM): and i ran towards the bike racks, and i didnt have enough time to unlock my bike, so i stole a bike...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:25:21 PM): and she found out i ran away, so she stole a bike too, and she tried to shoot at me, but she was too far away&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:25:46 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:26:06 PM): so i rode to the park and dived into the pond there. and she knew that i was hiding there, so she just kept aiming the gun at the pond, and it was really scary because her face looked so evil...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:26:25 PM): so, i swam underwater to the other side of the pool&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:26:56 PM): and silently got out...and then i went to the hospital which was kinda right next to the park &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is really where the hospital is located&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:27:11 PM): and i did the stupidest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:27:11 PM): umm r u sure this didnt happen cuase its like so detailed&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:27:20 PM): i called janelle&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:27:47 PM): and i challenged the spirit to come to the hospital (i was there because i knew if i got possesed the doctors would help me)&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:27:51 PM): and posses me&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:28:08 PM): and it did&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:28:29 PM): it was only for a minute though&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:28:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:29:07 PM): idk if it went back to me or janelle...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:29:18 PM): but one of us went to piggly wiggly and started shootnig&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:29:22 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:29:27 PM): and that was it&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:29:29 PM): i loved tht store!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (12:29:48 PM): im done&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (12:30:05 PM): tht was one crazy dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. This has been a Jeorge Story CONVO.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I might be changing the web URL to jeorgestory, instead of you know how its called tinktink203.blogspot.com...i think im gonna change it to jeorgestory.blogspot.com. Or maybe ill just buy a website thats called jeorgestory.com. I'll give you the 411 when ive decided.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. wouldnt it be cool if you had the same dream as me?!? O_O sa-weet&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S. you know whats really uncanny? passed the gym which was dissconnected, there was a location where another one of my dreams was. Like, it was a dusty road. And that's where ive had a dream before. Isnt that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-501945054359594388?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/501945054359594388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=501945054359594388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/501945054359594388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/501945054359594388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-crazy-mixed-up-dream.html' title='My Crazy Mixed up Dream!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1774664865409763587</id><published>2008-07-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:38:12.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanks Pancakes!!!</title><content type='html'>Stumbling over some old files, i clicked on one and stumbled upon Hanks Pancakes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a type of Pancake Mix?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Donne moi une pancakes?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? (alright, alright...donne moi une pancakes means 'give me some pancakes'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a person!&lt;br /&gt;Well, a person me n' my gal pal Dani invented.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, it was a boring day in the Jeorge residents when me n' Dani decided to mess around with the Runescape Gold Farmer's Live Support (you guys know how i luv messin with those guys...ane even if you dont play/dont like Runescape, it doesnt matter. Just try it out. you'll understand.) and we came across a little friend *cough*bot*cough* named Ruby. Next to Maggie, she's so funny. Dani thought of the name HanksPancakes. I have to say, nice going Dani. It really is funny. Oh, and by the way, we shared the keyboard, so his/her gender changes a lot...lol.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i present to you, HANKS PANCAKES LIVE SUPPORT!!!:&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Vgsgame,nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Bowla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: commet ca va aujoud hui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: ...Salut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: wait a moment please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: je ne sais pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: cornmeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry, i can't French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: oh, thats ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: neither can i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, where do one-legged waitresses work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: What do you mean by one-legged waitresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I mean, one legged waitreses. Like, they only have one leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry, i don't know the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Ihop! Ba dum, ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: haw, haw, haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: ...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I was wondernig if you shipped your gold to the Johto region. See, my grandson Bartholomew just got a D- on his report card, and i want to congratulate him by giving him some gold dabloons and a box of Corn Flakes. He's eaten the Corn Flakes already, so I want to give him something inedible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: i see .Johto region? in which game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I believe the name is called RunScrap, RuneScrape, somehting like that. I would also like to give some gold to my pet platypus Sherman. He likes cherry pie and cherry pie ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, so you mean you want to buy your grandson some rs gold right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, we have runescape gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah yes. I am 98 years old. What is RuneScape? I think it's a cult, but my grandson wont tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: oh, really? you are a nice grandpa&lt;br /&gt;ruby: have you ordered yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I am a grandma! Didn't you read my T-shirt? It says "Foxy Grandma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Do i have to order on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, well...I don't have a computer. I used to in 1835, but then in World War 2, it got destroyed to the Germans. Not that i hate them. I dont hate them! what are you talking about? USA! USA! USA! USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: well, if you don't have a computer, why are you talking with me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not at liberty to say...If i told you, I'd have to kill you. But you know, nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Have you been to the Johto region? It's very nice and tropical. My Pikachu and I love to hit the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry, i haven't been there before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, what you do is you go into Elvis's house, take a left, shimmy into the mine cart, go right passed Janken's old windmill, then take a dive under the earth's crust, where you will get flung out of the cart. Then, walk 5 miles down the RIGHT path and to the LEFT door. Not the RIGHT. The right one explodes, we have to fix that. Then, you're going to be lifted in the air and spun around several hundred times. It's ok. That's just Paul. You'll be givin a pint of beer, where you'll soon pass out. in at least 62 hours you'll be transported to a village called Cornmeal. Look at the Directory and fin the Johto region&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: hold on, im not done yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: then hop on the Bus of Doom, where you'll be sliced in half and taken to the hospital. The only hospital is in Johto. After paying the medical bill (they'll kill you if you dont), then go to the bar. My monkey Jerome will be there to escort you to either the gym where you'll lose 25% of flabbage, McDonalds, to gain 25% of the flabbage you just lost, and/or back under the earth's crust where you'll have to repeat this process 5 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: What was your first Pokemon? Mine was RippyourheadoffMon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: what? where am i? Ou? Quand? A Quelle Heure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: who are you? My name is Flogenhimer, and I'm a foxy Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: is there anything i can do for you ? foxy grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Did i change genders again? Silly me. Anyway, originally my question was "Do you ship to the Johto region?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: is Johto region a place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, and it is also a national anthem, a city in Pokemon, and a type of mexican fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: USA! USA! USA! USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: no, i'm araid not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: afriad not of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: shiping to there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Well...do you at least ship to Sinnoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: no, we don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruby&lt;/strong&gt;: if you want to buy rs gold, we can give you by the Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm sorry, i dont have what you kids call "The Internet". I dont even have a computer =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: If you look sideways, you will notice a frowny face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: well, That's strange, if you don't have a computer and Internet, how can you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not at liberty to say...If i told you, I'd have to kill you. But you know, nothing personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: you must be very clever, because i never see a grandma who is 98 can log in the computer and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: well, yes. I invented sliced ham, TVs, microwaveable popcorn, and the Plastic Toe. I also invented My Little Pony Playset and Jungle Gym (each set sold separetly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: And by the way, I am a grandpa. A Foxy Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: And also, i dont log into the computer. I dont have a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry, i'm busy now, wait a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: im going to go to KogaKola while i wait. I'll bring my Foxy Grandpa Ladies with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: i like to call it my FGL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HanksPancakes&lt;/strong&gt;: Hola! Me Paco! Dora The Explorer! Hey, when did i get here? Who are you? Why am I on the bathroom floor with a knife through my heart? Pl0x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it!!! Hanks Pancakes, and his FGL(s)!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have enjoyed this little conversation blurb, and please tune in next week when we talk with Citheya!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~ \.:@C.O.N.V.O@:./&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1774664865409763587?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1774664865409763587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1774664865409763587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1774664865409763587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1774664865409763587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/hanks-pancakes.html' title='Hanks Pancakes!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-6660744214671035856</id><published>2008-07-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:48:23.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM Update!</title><content type='html'>Alright, i know this is my second post today, but...I just had another great conversation with pUrPlErOcKs*. And it all started out with a simple question!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here, I shall show it to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:27:03 PM): when u press enter when theres nothing typed, how come they call it a form?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:27:50 PM): idk&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:28:06 PM): maybe cause they wanna sound offical&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:28:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs0076 (8:28:44 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:28:50 PM): i see our convo!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:28:53 PM): its so random!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:28:55 PM): ialsmrninefbiinftwail?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:29:14 PM): wat the?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:29:30 PM): ok sry but i dont speak cat&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:29:36 PM): it means: i am laughing so much rgith now its not even funny but if its not funny then why am i laughinng?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:30:40 PM): wuwhrnbsmlhbgw/ou&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:30:56 PM): lol!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:31:11 PM): heres a perfect note to put on a postcard!!!!: wish u were here right now but seriously my life has been great w/o you&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:31:51 PM): thts hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:32:06 PM): mshtbrciwlsm&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:32:27 PM): my spleen had to be removed cuz i was laughing so much&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:32:46 PM): ihugrij&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:32:52 PM): i hope u go rot in jail&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:33:00 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:33:13 PM): iavctbuwawirn&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:33:30 PM): i am very close to beating u with a waffle iron right now&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:33:39 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:33:47 PM): im laughing out oud right now!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:33:52 PM): and the classic 1:&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:34:03 PM): hmldittgtttrcoatp?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:34:20 PM): how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:34:27 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:34:34 PM): i like the waffle iron one!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:34:39 PM): ihucosatfdaw&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:34:53 PM): i hope u choke on skittles and then fall down a well&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:35:13 PM): ifydustsajfdaw&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:35:18 PM): LOL!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:35:36 PM): in fact, y dont u just skip the skittles and fall down a well&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:36:06 PM): LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:36:07 PM): iwrltsubpbsuun&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:36:23 PM): i would really like to suffocate you by putting beef sticks up ur nose&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:36:46 PM): and the one that many gamblers use!:&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:36:51 PM): diwihtwlt&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:36:56 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:37:05 PM): dang i wish i had that winning lottery ticket&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:37:19 PM): omg! lol im like laughingmy head off!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:37:31 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:37:34 PM): lets see...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:37:55 PM): ihalobeu&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:38:03 PM): i hope a loaf of bread eats u&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:38:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:38:12 PM): LOL!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:38:39 PM): tbttwasiatt&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:38:50 PM): the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:39:15 PM): ONE WITH A COLLAR TURTLE NECK&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:39:27 PM): ihttutbnorlu&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:39:37 PM): i hate to tell u this but no one really likes u&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:39:48 PM): twtbuwawi&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:39:56 PM): they want to beat u with a waffle iron&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:40:16 PM): iwtpuhiatcrn&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:40:28 PM): i want to put ur head in a trash compactor right now&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:40:34 PM): LOL!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:40:43 PM): omg where do u get these from?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:40:49 PM): its easy&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:40:53 PM): u just make em up&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:40:59 PM): like for example&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:40:59 PM): lol ur a genuis!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:41:07 PM): ahem:&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:41:16 PM): iwtwuwaeoc&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:41:24 PM): i want to whack you with an ear of corn&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:41:32 PM): LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:41:37 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:41:54 PM): hibabma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:42:03 PM): help im being attacked by mutant antelopes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:42:17 PM): LOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:42:27 PM): ihubacaibacsicsu&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:42:38 PM): i hope u become a criminal and i become a cop so i can shoot u&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:42:59 PM): hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:43:12 PM): ooh! i got 1!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:43:24 PM): iidcmrrnmdgbmwat&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:43:36 PM): if i dont clean my room right now my dads gonna beat me with a toaster&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:43:49 PM): lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:44:17 PM): make your bedtime stories shorter!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:44:24 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:44:40 PM): ouattwtbatlbgdftrasfoawte&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:45:12 PM): once upon a time there were three bears and this little blonde girl didnt follow the rules and she flew out a window the end&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:45:44 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:46:06 PM): siettbdtmmosbmwat&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:46:10 PM): LMFAO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:46:29 PM): sometimes i eat the toothpaste but dont tell my mom or she'll beat me with a toaster&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:47:01 PM): lolololololololol!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:47:01 PM): hmm..&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:47:31 PM): ilylaswnrbljpidsuwgmam&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:47:49 PM): i love you like a sister well not really but lets just pretend i do so u wont get mad at me&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:48:06 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:48:21 PM): or, u can make those messages blunt!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:48:30 PM): idhaf&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:48:33 PM): i dont have a finger&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:49:06 PM): usulmbfiwtpuhiab&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:49:20 PM): u say u love me but frankly i want to put ur head in a blender&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:49:39 PM): or&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:49:48 PM): lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:49:52 PM): uowacsaugdi7d&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:50:11 PM): ur operation wasnt a complete success so ur gonna die in 7 days&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:50:16 PM): g2g&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:50:18 PM): lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:50:19 PM): awwww&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:50:21 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:50:31 PM): ill talk to u tom maybe!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:50:47 PM): mmkay ill b here! (maybe) =D&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:50:55 PM): i saved all of those on a word document!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:51:00 PM): yay!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:51:01 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:51:08 PM): bye!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:51:09 PM): im posting again on my blog&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:51:12 PM): bye!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:51:14 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:51:18 PM): see ya&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:51:21 PM): have fun sleeping! dont die in ur dreams!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:51:26 PM): omg!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs signed off at 8:51:35 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;purplerocks is offline and will receive your IMs when signing back in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:51:35 PM): ...Freddy Kurger *eyes dart nervousl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there you have it. I hope that these will become useful to you!! until then:&lt;br /&gt;gbfnatgiwsufacoh&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye For Now And Thank God I Won't See You For A Couple Of Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, tell that one to your bf/gf and see what they think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~   \.:@C.O.N.V.O@:./&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-6660744214671035856?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/6660744214671035856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=6660744214671035856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6660744214671035856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/6660744214671035856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-update.html' title='IM Update!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1883666677870025137</id><published>2008-07-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:56:38.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What!!!!</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to introduce a new type of post:&lt;br /&gt;\.:@C.O.N.V.O.@:./&lt;br /&gt;Crazyness Oas* and Not Very Orderly&lt;br /&gt;* - oas is my internet term meaning On A Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now: Guess what!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take over the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;You see, while i was thinking about ways for more people to visit my site (it was a convo with pUrPlErOcKs*, i came up with a foolproof plan.&lt;br /&gt;here it is!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:57:43 PM): i really want ppl 2 visit my site more, but idk how 2 do tht&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (7:57:50 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:57:55 PM): any suggestions gal pal?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (7:58:13 PM): tell ur friends to tell their friends&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:58:43 PM): i suppose...anything else?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:59:01 PM): I know! ill take over the world!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (7:59:08 PM): yes!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:59:14 PM): its brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (7:59:31 PM): it is!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (7:59:53 PM): first, ill take over Mc Donalds...and itll all go downhill from there!!! mwahaha! XD&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:00:14 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:00:20 PM): thts funny&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:00:26 PM): and u can help!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:00:36 PM): yay!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:00:48 PM): just u, me, and artificial cheese in a can!! its perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs(8:00:57 PM): lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:01:01 PM): its brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:01:08 PM): Ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:01:24 PM): dont forget the crackers in a box&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:01:38 PM): ah yes, cant forget tht!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:01:42 PM): then, as my first demand, ill make them name a hamburger after me!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:01:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:02:10 PM): and u can have your face plastered to the side of a giant horse!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:02:24 PM): its foolproof!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:02:53 PM): omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:02:56 PM): i love tht!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:03:01 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:03:58 PM): its purrrrfect!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:04:25 PM): was that an intended pun?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:04:43 PM): yes it was&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:04:55 PM): ...ouch&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:04:57 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:05:02 PM): that kinda stung&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:05:11 PM): sry&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:05:15 PM): tht was my fault&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:05:18 PM): omg!&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:05:26 PM): i think ur pun just gave me whiplash!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:05:39 PM): omg!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:05:50 PM): jeorge! r u ok?!?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:05:52 PM): help! help! 8runs into wall*&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:00 PM): -yells- can u hear me?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:06:06 PM): ...wtf?&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:11 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:06:12 PM): im not deaf&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:16 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:18 PM): then&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:06:23 PM): and YES, I CAN HEAR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:27 PM): ok, thts good&lt;br /&gt;pUrPlErOcKs (8:06:35 PM): how many fingers am i holding up?&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (8:06:52 PM): i dont know, i have whiplash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i ended up with whiplash...not one of my better days -_-&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* = name has been changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1883666677870025137?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1883666677870025137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1883666677870025137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1883666677870025137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1883666677870025137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What!!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5824816164074408639</id><published>2008-07-15T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:03:44.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Chainletter Ever!!!!</title><content type='html'>POMG...well, I know it's like kinda late (the time at the bottom of the page fools you...), but anyway, I just read the funniest and truest of all chain letters!!! Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year........&lt;br /&gt;I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about cockroach eggs in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl ( Penny Brown ); who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $1000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa 's novena has granted my every wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can remove toilet stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can buy gas without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to your great advice, I can't even pick up the $5 I found dropped in the car park because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00pm this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of 2008 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny. Know why? It's true. Oh, and also, I'd like to give a special shout out of my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for giving me a cursed love life for the next 247 years.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me lose all my friends because i didn't send this letter back to them. i know they understand, but right now their probably planning some kind of neucular attack on me because I can't send a chainletter back to them in the next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me that God doesn't love me because I can't send an e-mail to 15 people in the next 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me a cursed life with misery for the next 321 years.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me that my friends are drifting away from me, and that a silly little chain letter telling them that will fix it all, even though i see them every day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I really enjoyed wasting my life sending a chain letter to 60 people and pressing F7, because I wanted to see my crush's name in big, blocky letters. Because I really need a reminder of who I like.&lt;br /&gt;I really love it how you crush my wishes, my hopes and dreams because by the time i read your silly little letter, my time to send it to 25 people has expired, and no one will love me for the next 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I can't wait for that clown to come up on the foot of my bed at 3am with a chainsaw, ready to cut me down. Because surely I wouldn't hear him starting up the chainsaw and run.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for also telling me that there is a girl who will be at the foot of my bed under a white sheet humming. I do enjoy clowns and girls in sheets at the foot of my bed at 3 in the freaken morning.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore hearing about those sick, sick girls who need help right this very second. I do like a reminder that I'm a bad person because I can't contribute 3 cents to that 7 year old girl who is now 28 and is probably alive and well thanks to others donations. I'm pretty sure she's sick and tired of reciveing money to help her cancer. Was it cancer? I forgot, she has so many other medical conditions, it's hard to remember.&lt;br /&gt;I don't use my e-mail very much, and I love people telling me that my life is pretty much screwed because I don't have enough contacts to send this to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've covered everything. Though I have to admit, I love the e-mail with the cute pictures of the dogs. I also like the chalk drawings. But now it's starting to cheese me off because i get those letters 60 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright. I just had to get that out of my system. I hope you all enjoy &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; next 21 loveless years too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5824816164074408639?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5824816164074408639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5824816164074408639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5824816164074408639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5824816164074408639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-chainletter-ever.html' title='The Best Chainletter Ever!!!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1434404510557044419</id><published>2008-06-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:54:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Story Numba 2!!!!! An Offer...you cant rufuse...(Mwahaha)</title><content type='html'>"Batten" down the "Hatches" because its time for "Jeorge Story" Numba "2"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some people may know that I play Runescape. Well, I do. U can veiw my profile thats to the right of your page you currently have up. This Jeorge Story is all about an experiment I did. See, for people who DON'T play RS, there are certian rules you can break. People ni the game can report you for it, and you get black marks. If you get 10 black marks, you either get permanently banned from the game or permanently muted. My main account on there got banned for one offense because I was advertising a website. Someone actually had stolen my password. If you get 10 black marks or higher, you can Appeal for them, which means you either tell them&lt;br /&gt;1. Youre sorry&lt;br /&gt;2. Why you think Customer support had made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone else had your password.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked online to see the chances of my Last Chance appeal being accepted. Other people were complaining that only random appeals go selected, or ones that were funny. Is this true? Lets look at the evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U BETTA BELIEVE IT PL0X!&lt;br /&gt;In this Jeorge Sotry, i take my bad grammar to a whole new lvl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for a ton of Pl0x (Pl0x = please, plz. i figure this out AFTER i send the messages)Alright, so i heard that on RuneScape, Jagex approves random appeals with their "bots". a lot of people were sayin that they sent in a weird appeal (ex. i was pregnat and my hormones were actin up...which btw I think is funny and stoopid) and it got accepted, whilist "normal" appeals got denied. I tried this for myself, so i made a new account, called Cornmeal_Ftw. I got as many reports as i could (only managed 3 -_- ) but anywayz, my excuses are funny.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look FTW:&lt;br /&gt;My first report for: Rule 1 ~ Offensive Language&lt;br /&gt;What i did: Well, the only way you could get reported for Rule 1 was either to make racist remarks or *ahem* sexual remarks. Since both were just as bad, i decided 2 do the one that wasnt creepy: racism. I hate racism, i really do (please dont make fun of me for this, or judge me by this, cuz im not racist. but i didnt want to make sexual remarks). But i didnt insult blacks, or yellows (srry, just making a visual). I insulted whites -_- .....so really, thats like insulting myself -_- -_-&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: im supposed 2 b racist&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: but im not ='(&lt;br /&gt;************: i kno ur not&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: mmkay&lt;br /&gt;************: byee&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: shuld i say it on private chat?&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i dont want 2 hurt ne 1s feelings&lt;br /&gt;************: no say it out loud so other ppl repotrt&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: ...oh...&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i hate...&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i hate white people!&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: o wait wtf i am white -_-&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: but anyway&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i hate white people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appeal (reasons why I think Customer Support made a mistake):&lt;br /&gt;OK SOe HeARZ THe DeALIO WULL I WeNTT 2 PLAYe POKeMONZ WeN I COMe BAK MY MANATEES HuNTING CORN AND SOE I LEIK TTLY SLAP HEIM UPSYDE HIS MANATEE HEAD AND HES JST LEIK WTF PL0X ND THEN I FOUND MAILMAN ON COMPUTER WITH BEEEFF JERKIE AND IM LIKE U PHR33 L04DER AND HES LIKE U SUX. WE PLAY POKE MON AND I PWN HIS MAILMANN BUTT YES SIRREEEE THTS Y I NEED THIS ACC BAK CUZ THE MAIL MAN HATES MANATEES. RADDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Second Report for:Rule 3 ~ Password Scamming&lt;br /&gt;What i did: Errr...well, a girl just reported me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:There's no evidence that i DID actually password scamm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appeal (my apology):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE&lt;br /&gt;THE VRY BEST&lt;br /&gt;LEIK NO 1 EVER WAZ&lt;br /&gt;*DUN DUN DUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CATCH THEM IZ MY REAL TEST&lt;br /&gt;TO TRAIN THEM IZ MY CAUZ&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TRAVL CROSS THE LAND&lt;br /&gt;SEARCHING FAR AND WIDE&lt;br /&gt;*DUN DUN DUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE POKEMON&lt;br /&gt;TO UNDERSTAND,&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER THATZ INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON GOTTA CATCHEM (ITS U AND ME)&lt;br /&gt;I KNO ITS MY DESTINY&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON&lt;br /&gt;OHH&lt;br /&gt;UR MY BEST FREND&lt;br /&gt;IN A WORLD WE MUST DEFEENNNNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL0X IT WAS THT MAILMAN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thrid Report:Rule 5 ~ Jagex / Staff Impersonation&lt;br /&gt;How i did it: I said I was a mod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i am a jagex mod&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: haha&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: rawr&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i am a jagex mod&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i am a jagex mod&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: i am a jagex mod&lt;br /&gt;cornmeal_ftw: mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appeal (My other apology):&lt;br /&gt;HEY PL0XERZ MY CAT SCRATCHD MY IN MY EYEBALLZ AND I WAS TYPING THINGS THT I DIN NO I WAZ TYPING I WILL SU U CAUSE MY KITTYS ON A RAMPAGE WITH THOSE DAMN LEPUCHAUNS I CONT CATCH THE CORN. ANYWAYZ PL0X, I GAVE MY LOCAL RETAILER A GOOD BEATIN W/ TEH WAFFLE IRON, U KNO WAT IM SAYIN FOO? CUZ I DON TANX 2 MEH PSYCHOTIC KITTY. HEY, I DNT EVEN HAVE A CAT! HOO R U?! Y AM I ON THE DINING R00M TABLE?! PL0X!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny...2 out of those three appeals got accepted. Which one do you think didn't get accepted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Numba 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heres the response I got back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry to inform you that this appeal has been denied.&lt;br /&gt;We have conclusive evidence that you were in control of the account at the time of the offence and, for this reason, this offence will remain on your account.&lt;br /&gt;We suggest you take some time to remind yourself of the Rules of Conduct before you start playing again!&lt;br /&gt;Jagex Customer Support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, umm...First off, I never said i WASNT in controll of my account. Secondly, err.... they give the same message out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But anywayz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed reading! I enjoyed the whole experiment (except my first report ='( man, i feel so bad) But what i really enjoyed was writing the reasons. E-mail me back saying which one you liked!&lt;br /&gt;Appeal 1,&lt;br /&gt;Appeal 2,&lt;br /&gt;orAppeal 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:PokeAHippo@mail2me.com"&gt;PokeAHippo@mail2me.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1434404510557044419?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1434404510557044419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1434404510557044419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1434404510557044419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1434404510557044419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeorge-story-numba-2-offeryou-cant.html' title='Jeorge Story Numba 2!!!!! An Offer...you cant rufuse...(Mwahaha)'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-3900844472636331473</id><published>2008-06-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:53:43.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 All New jeorge Stories!</title><content type='html'>All new, all fresh, and is absolutely and completely free! You'll get a Jeorge Story for only $19.95 +shipping and handeling! But Wait! There's more! Keep reading and I'll also give you another Jeorge Story FREE of charge! This is a $40 value, and its yours for only $19.95!!! But wait! we're not done yet! Call the number that will soon be on the screen before you for a BONUS! folable tredmill! Tired of being fat? Want to be fit while reading your NEW Jeorge Stories? Get a FREE foldable tredmill with this exclusive offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number? Oh, sorry, the number is not in service at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Time estimated waiting: 489 hours&lt;br /&gt;But hurry! This EXCLUSIVE offer ends in: 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Startinnggggg............NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to business. My, my, arent you little monsters lucky? TWO Jeorge Stories! No, that ws no joke (except for the price. What a ripp off!) you get TWO Jeorge Sotries. Not ONE, but TWO! TWO! TWO! Alright. So, the first one is Nursery Rhymes. BOrrRrRRrInnNgggGgGggG...&lt;br /&gt;You would think. But i added a little twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;A Jeorge Story twist XD&lt;br /&gt;And with that said, I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, and Welcome to...Jeorge Sotry Mix Ups!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*crowd cheering in the backround*&lt;br /&gt;Today on the Jeorge Sotries, I will be remaking some of America's timeless pieces! As i was reading an IM that i saved from Haleigh (antelope girl...See other posts) i thought of this. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Muffet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~Summary~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, it's self-exclamitory, really: Little Miss Muffet was sitting on her tuffet, eating her "Curds and way" (?!) and then this spider comes along and he sits right beside her and "frightened Miss Muffet away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Version:The Egg Mc. Muffin Who Was Not Particuarily Little But Was a Bit Short for His Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Egg Mc. Muffin sat at a bar stool, happily munching on little childeren when along comes the Federal Government and the IRS. Well, Egg Mc. Muffin over here forgot to pay his taxes...for the past 4 months. So, he fled to Canada and took up the name Hamilton Smith. But I'm not supposed to tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aw, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Diddle Diddle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog Laughed to see such a sight and the dish ran away with the spoon. Also self exclamitory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Version:The Cat Named Diddle Who Had No Artistic Talent Whatsoever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There once was a cat named Diddle. Diddle was currently going to college at the University Thatdoezntexist. He took an art course but he really sucked at it. So the art teacher decided that he should play an instrament instead. Since Diddle wasn't tall enough to play the cello or the bass, he chose to play the fiddle. The night that he got his new fiddle, he decided to play it. He was by a farm. He was so bad that a cow got startled and jumped in suprise. Well, it just so happened that there was a tranpoline under that particular cow. So, the cow bounced off the tranpoline and well...he got to the moon, but he got stuck there. A dog happened to see the whole thing. He laughed; partially because the cat was so bad at playing, and partially because the cow was stuck on the moon and was currently floating. But he was supposed to be watching the silverware so they wouldn't get out of the pen. before he could control his spontanious laughter, the dish and the spoon ran out. They currently reside in Alabama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Little Bo Peep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Summary~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,&lt;br /&gt;And can't tell where to find them;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone,&lt;br /&gt;and they'll come home,&lt;br /&gt;And bring their tails behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;And dreamt she heard them bleating;&lt;br /&gt;But when she awoke,&lt;br /&gt;she found it a joke,&lt;br /&gt;For they were still a-fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then up she took her little crook,&lt;br /&gt;Determined for to find them;&lt;br /&gt;She found them indeed,&lt;br /&gt;but it made her heart bleed,&lt;br /&gt;For they'd left all their tails behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Version:Bo Peep and the Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Peep's Daddy, Mr. Peep. told Bo that she needed to watch the lambs tonight. Well, Bo was also going to go to the movies. Hmmmm...watching movies or watching lambs, what would you choose? Bo Peep? She chose the movies. Nice move, Bo. The sheep got away!&lt;br /&gt;She put up Missing posters...just in case someone saw them. She didn't tell her dad though, because...well, his father made swords for knights. It was best not to tell him she lost the sheep, now was it?&lt;br /&gt;Bo drank too many Dr. Peppers at the movies, even thoguh it WAS a good bargain. Her sugar rush ended and she crashed. While she was crashing, she drempt that she heard those sheep come home, and they were calling her name. Bo...Bo....Bo......She suddenly awoke from her crash. "Where are the sheep?" her father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn."&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...Corn?"&lt;br /&gt;"Take me to the pen, i want to see them."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Bo took her silver sickle just in case her dad was...unhappy. Thew shep were actually there! But...their tails were gone.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are their tails?" her father demanded.&lt;br /&gt;Time to think quick and cunning, thought Bo.&lt;br /&gt;"I needed a snack for the movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you one and all for reading this Jeorge Story. I personally liked Bo Peep and the Movies. I hope you enjoy them. Goodnight, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-3900844472636331473?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/3900844472636331473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=3900844472636331473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3900844472636331473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3900844472636331473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-all-new-jeorge-stories.html' title='2 All New jeorge Stories!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5853629399333943861</id><published>2008-06-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:17:23.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes and Quizzes Galore!</title><content type='html'>I am totally obsessed with quizzes right now. I mean it's not even funny. I'd like to share with you guys some of the quizzes that I've made and some that I've added in my favorites. You can comment what you got on the quizzes, or you can e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:PokeAHippo@mail2me.com"&gt;PokeAHippo@mail2me.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you want, you can also IM me at PokeTheeHippo. but enough of that crap, let me show you the quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Random, Boring, Depressing, or Stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="400" width="300" data="http://apps.quibblo.com/static/flash/qwidget/qwidget.swf?s=" theme="quibblo&amp;amp;quiz=" wmode="transparent" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/1QsEXK2/Random-Boring-Depressing-or-Stupid"&gt;Quibblo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Result: Stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more on the way...my computer is being a...ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTMyODI5ODYxMTEmcHQ9MTIxMzI4MzEwOTYzOCZwPTE2MTYwMSZkPTFRc*VYSzImbj*mZz*x.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5853629399333943861?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5853629399333943861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5853629399333943861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5853629399333943861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5853629399333943861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/06/quizzes-and-quizzes-galore.html' title='Quizzes and Quizzes Galore!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-131030087230281732</id><published>2008-06-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:37:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Err...Happy July!...</title><content type='html'>I know, my abssence is inexcusable. I mean, stuff has just been goin on, ya know? I was kind of in trouble because i was failing all my classes at midquater, but it's ok now; I've got my grade up to an A ~ B- range. Alrgiht, so now that I'm back, and you all know I'm alive...how bout we bump the How to Create a Perfect Crime post down. It's really starting to annoy me -_-&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so school's out, so now maybe I can catch up to the blog again and start posting.&lt;br /&gt; Recently I've made an account on Quibblo.com (crap, i keep wanting to spell it quibbloe). Anyway, my account name is KirbyFuzz, and so far...well, I've only created two quizzes. -_- I'll create more, but I don't know when I'll fnid the time. I've got summer school, hangin out with friends, dad's birthday, camping, oh! And my buddy on RS is now a member again for this summer, so you know i gotta spend some time with him too. But don't worry, I won't forget about you guys...*ahem*...so let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of the year, our teacher gave us this test. It's REALLY hard. I'll give it to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are seven flies in the kitchen, which one is the cowboy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a rock group that has 4 members, all of whom are dead, one of which was assassinated. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Four cars come to a four way stop, all coming from a different direction. They can't decide who got there first, so they all go forward at the same time. They do not crash into each other, but all four cars go. How is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're in a place called Bobby's World and there is only one Law. There is a mirror, but no reflection. There is pizza with cheese, but not sausage. There is pepper, but no salt. There is a door, yet no entrance or exit. what is the Law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A 6-foot tall magician had a water glass and was holding the glass above his head. He let it drop to the carpet without spilling a single drop of water. How could he manage to drop the glass from a height of six feet and not spill a drop of water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.With a little detective work and deep thought, the following facts can make an accurate statement. Can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;11 is a race horse&lt;br /&gt;12 is 12&lt;br /&gt;1111 race&lt;br /&gt;12112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A man falls overboard and gets washed ashore an island with nothing but sand. the island is 50 miles from the nearest land. He can't swim, the water's 100 feet deep, and the island has nothing to make a flotation device with. with no help from people, animals, fish, or machines, he finds a way off the island. How does he do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Alice, Ben , Charlie, David, and Ed entered a contest to gues how many jelly beans are in a jar. Alice guessed 30, Ben guessed 28, Charlie guessed 29, David guessed 25, and Ed guessed 26. Two were off the mark by 1, one was wrong by 4, and one by 3. But one was correct. How many jelly beans are in the jar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the famous line in President roosevet's "Attack on Pearl Harbor" speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone. You can e-mail me the answers at &lt;a href="mailto:PokeaHippo@mail2me.com"&gt;PokeaHippo@mail2me.com&lt;/a&gt;, or IM me: PokeTheeHippo. If you are e-mailing me, DO NOT send me any junk mail or spam. For those who are thick headed: DO NOT send me any junk mail or spam, i will delete them all. If you want, you can include your e-mail and i will send you the answers. I won't send you any junk mail of any kind, or any spam. If you IM me and I don't respond, don't keep sending IMs, because I'm obviously not there, you dunce. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.:*JOSOA*:.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-131030087230281732?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/131030087230281732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=131030087230281732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/131030087230281732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/131030087230281732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/06/errhappy-july.html' title='Err...Happy July!...'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-8936737683582939922</id><published>2008-03-18T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:00:21.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Story...</title><content type='html'>Well, here's another one that my private &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;veiwers&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt;. It's step-by-step plans on how to perfectly rob a bank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this is just for fun, and I'm NOT actually going to rob a bank. Please don't take these plans and go rob the bank yourself...&lt;br /&gt;~.:* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JOSOA&lt;/span&gt; *:.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jeorge's&lt;/span&gt; Originality Seal of Approval (must give credit to THIS site if you want to copy and paste)&lt;br /&gt;One more time before i start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jeorge&lt;/span&gt; Stories...&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;........&lt;em&gt;DO NOT ACTUALLY COMMIT A CRIME BASED ON MY PLANS!!!! IT IS JUST A JOKE AND PROBABLY WON'T WORK ANYWAYS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jeorge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stories&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Create a Perfect Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to create the perfect crime, but didn't know where to start? Here's a step-by-step print off list of how to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;~Map of the place of the crime&lt;br /&gt;~An accomplice&lt;br /&gt;~someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; shoes, preferably stolen&lt;br /&gt;~someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; clothes&lt;br /&gt;~a wig&lt;br /&gt;~New! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Loreal&lt;/span&gt; body tone makeup&lt;br /&gt;~an old lady&lt;br /&gt;~a ski mask&lt;br /&gt;~a sack&lt;br /&gt;~squirt gun (filled)&lt;br /&gt;~dart gun (loaded)&lt;br /&gt;~potato&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;smoke bomb&lt;/span&gt; (optional)&lt;br /&gt;~spray paint&lt;br /&gt;~a cat&lt;br /&gt;~hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;~rubber gloves (MUST BE DISPOSABLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Know what you're going to do - whether it's something as evil as mugging an old lady, or as classic as robbing a bank, you must know what you're going to rob (Note: this does not include the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; of: doomsday devices, total domination, blowing up planets, or the extinction of saltine crackers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. GET A MAP - Look, if you don't know where you want to rob or what you want to rob, or if you just don't know how to get there, you gotta bring a map. You're not going to get very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get an Accomplice - you need someone to help you. Someone who won't rat you out, even if you rat THEM out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Steal someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; clothes and shoes - you don't want the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt; (or as I like to call them, the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coppies&lt;/span&gt;") to track you by your DNA on your clothes or shoes, do you? I DIDN'T THINK SO! Maybe it should be the accomplice's clothes and shoes. I feel pretty bad for the accomplice, they're being put in a tight spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a wig - so you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;identifiable&lt;/span&gt;. Read this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am, so what was the suspect wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, some ratty old shoes, baggy clothes, oh! And their hair was pink."&lt;br /&gt;"Right-o."&lt;br /&gt;Note: In my opinion, you should get a wig that's the same hair color of your accomplice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get some makeup that is SO not your skin tone - cover up any parts of the body that is exposed, such as around the eyes. I would get a tone the same as your accomplice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FOR BANK ROBBERS ONLY. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS STEP UNLESS ROBBING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;STORES&lt;/span&gt;, BANKS, ETC. NOT WHILE MUGGING AN OLD LADY&lt;br /&gt;Get an old lady - First, you must pretend to be her grandson Jerome. Talk her into coming to *insert location of robbery here* and tell her that you're playing a game. The game is that when you say "Gimme the money" she screams. This will cause a panic in the said location. Hey, do you want to make the front page or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get a ski mask and a sack - I personally would ask your accomplice if you could borrow theirs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a Squirt Gun and a Dart Gun - you must load them both. OR ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A Potato - you NEED this. As your mom always said: Criminals cant rob people on an empty stomach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;smoke bomb&lt;/span&gt; - preferably one that changes colors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Spray paint - Match the colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hand sanitizer - to keep your hands nice and sanitized, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Rubber Gloves - rubbery. Has to be disposable. And...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's put this plan into action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you put on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; gear:&lt;br /&gt;       Your stolen clothes, then the wig, then the ski mask, then apply the skin tone-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ifier&lt;/span&gt;, and lastly put the gloves on. Then, carefully remove some of the cats hair, and if you want, some of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;accomplice's&lt;/span&gt; hair. This will lead the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;coppies&lt;/span&gt; to either your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;accomlice&lt;/span&gt;...or a cat. MAKE SURE THE CAT IS NOT YOURS!!! Then, put your guns (of the squirt and dart persuasion), your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;smoke bomb&lt;/span&gt;, and your potato into the sack. Also, you can put your old lady in the sack, too.&lt;br /&gt;       Head over to the place you are going rob in a van. Let out the old lady and tell her the game starts now. Calmly walk up to the desk, full of cat hair, and say "Gimme the money!!!"&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, either your old lady what say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Whaaaat&lt;/span&gt;? Jerome, what was that? Do you want to bake muffins?" or she'll start screaming as planned. Shoot the cameras with the dark gun, then squirt at it so that the camera breaks and can show no footage. Get the money, put it in the sack, (this is also where you can put on the smoke bomb) and get back in the car. Then, after you hitch a ride home, tear out the seat you sat in, sanitize it and destroy it. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;spray paint&lt;/span&gt; the van another color. That way your getaway van looks different, therefore no one will think that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; van. And you can kill the person who gave you a ride. THE RUBBER GLOVES MUST STILL BE ON YOUR HANDS! Oh, and also, eat the potato.&lt;br /&gt;       Once you are home, sanitize and destroy the map you used, burn the clothes, shoes, squirt gun, dart gun, hand sanitizer, the ski mask, and the sack. Take off all the makeup and burn everything else. BURN IT I SAY! Then, i guess that's it. The police should arrive soon after you left, and all the signs will lead to your accomplice (who didn't even have a part whatsoever in this little pow-wow) and their cat, you'll end up on the front page, and everything will turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Kayotic&lt;/span&gt; in the City of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Townsville&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup-----uh, i mean, YOU! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;, you'll leave the police baffled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Helpful hints:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch your face with your gloves. Ever. Why? There's oils on your face. SHAME ON YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Leave before the police arrive. Very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Be vague when giving the old lady directions.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave the money at the scene of the crime, you dope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, don't leave &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; at the scene of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have your best friend as the accomplice (unless it's the one you hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Don't do the crime if you can feel guilt&lt;br /&gt;Don't tack the front page of the news on your wall. That tells us something.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-8936737683582939922?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/8936737683582939922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=8936737683582939922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8936737683582939922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/8936737683582939922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/03/jeorge-story.html' title='Jeorge Story...'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1244884964450814786</id><published>2008-03-11T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:28:39.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Your Imput!</title><content type='html'>Hey, so this is pretty random but have you ever found an ad on the internet where there's a little game and if you win, you get a FREE Iphone or maybe a FREE Xbox360? Those game where you try to like shoot the ducks or where you have to slap the sumo wrestler or dodge the angry bull? Those are the ads i like, even if i get sent to the website. So I wonder: What do you think is the best ad-game ever? Post your comments here! Also, if there's any TV ads you think are funny you can post them here also. I can't wait to see if there's gonna be any new posts!&lt;br /&gt;~Jeorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1244884964450814786?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1244884964450814786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1244884964450814786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1244884964450814786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1244884964450814786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-tidbits-of-info.html' title='Need Your Imput!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7468677808139500290</id><published>2008-03-06T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:20:35.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da DaDa DAAAAAAA!</title><content type='html'>Well, i did it. I got through out of technicallity, and i got more Jeorge Stories. This is from 2006. My friend was sleeping over and we were bored and checking out the prices of Runescape Gold Sites. That's when we found the 24/7 Live Online Chat Support XD. My friend mainly did the typing. This whole conversation is REAL:&lt;br /&gt;~.:* JOSOA *:.~ (Jeorge's Originality Seal of Approval---Meaning you must give credit to this site, to me, if you want to post this somewhere else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼Please wait for a site operator to respond. Please don't forget leave your feeback when this chat end.&lt;br /&gt;￼You are now chatting with 'michelle'&lt;br /&gt;michelle: Hello, how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: hello michelle&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: i was wondering...&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: can you sell accounts on gold4rs&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: .com&lt;br /&gt;michelle: Want to sell your gold or account to us? We will receive account you sell to us at a later date,right now only gold is accepted, please contact our buying agent via our MSN Messenger at vendors@gold4rs.com for more details&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: ok thanks &lt;br /&gt;tidbit: do you know when you will be accepting accounts?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: michelle are you still with me?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: uhm..&lt;br /&gt;michelle: yes ]&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: ok&lt;br /&gt;michelle: you can add his msn&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: and then...&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: ?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: what if i dont have msn&lt;br /&gt;michelle: talking with him&lt;br /&gt;michelle: he know everything&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: well then&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: um&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: i dont have msn&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: and i rather not download&lt;br /&gt;michelle: can you apply one&lt;br /&gt;michelle: it is frew&lt;br /&gt;michelle: free&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: well&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: mabey i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: does he have AIM&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: because thats what i have&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: (aol)&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: please..&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: tidbit need help&lt;br /&gt;michelle: but&lt;br /&gt;michelle: i don't know how to selling account &lt;br /&gt;michelle: he is only person knows this &lt;br /&gt;tidbit: michelle im afraid this is where the road ends. I will be giving you a VERY poor rating, and mabey next time youll think about giving me some usefull advice, and my advice to you is to figure out your workplace so you can answer peoples questions. isnt that your JOB? because thats what it says on your homepage. Im afraid mabey you need to find a new job..say mcdonalds it would fit you well. There arnt to many questions to answer.&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: goodday&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: ...&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: "do you want fries with that"?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: have fun with the frying vat, hopefully it wont ask you computer questions.&lt;br /&gt;michelle: :)&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: wow...&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: um did you think that was funny because im dead serious&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: jk&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: not really&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: c&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: sry bout that that was my friend&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: well andrea, i happen to know the manager at mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;michelle: please contact our buying agent via our MSN Messenger at vendors@gold4rs.com for more details&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: so mabey i could find you a job or something, a little dear that could help you pay the rent. because i guarentee the after this you wont be here&lt;br /&gt;michelle: ok ?&lt;br /&gt;tidbit: good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7468677808139500290?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7468677808139500290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7468677808139500290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7468677808139500290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7468677808139500290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/03/da-dada-daaaaaaa.html' title='Da DaDa DAAAAAAA!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-3667339452694855186</id><published>2008-02-27T04:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T05:00:41.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh...A Jeorge Story Shortage!</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of Jeorge Stories! It's a relief that I can do a rant on gym teachers, but...&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my last Jeorge Stories. NO, this site will not be closed down, YES I'll come up with new stories. My private e-mailers don't even get e-mails anymore &gt;.&lt; so don't take it so personally. i WAS going to see if i could maybe tap into my last e-mail, but we cancelled our subscription to earthlink and got roadruner. AaAaAaaK. So here it is: One of the last George Stories (I will try and get the video on my website):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARLIE AND THE UNICORN&lt;/strong&gt; (this has not been made by me, i take no credit except for getting the script ((the song i didn't though)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Heyyy, Charlie, hey Charlie, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Yeah Charlie, you silly sleepy head, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Gehhhh, oh God you guys, this had better be pretty freakin important, is the meadow on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Purple: No Charlie, we found a map to Candy Mountain. Candy Mountain, Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Yeah Charlie, we’re going to Candy Mountain! Come with us, Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Yeah Charlie, it’ll be an adventure! We’re going on an adventure, Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Yeah, Candy Mountain, right. I’m just gonna, you know, go back to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Noooo, Charlie, you have to come with us to Candy Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Yeah, Charlie, Candy Mountain! It’s a land of sweets, and joy…and joyness&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Please stop bouncing on me.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: CANDY MOUNTAIN, CHARLIE!&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Yeah, Candy Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Alright, fine, I’ll go with you to Candy Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple and Pink: la la la, la la la, la la la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Enough with the singing already!&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Our first stop is over their Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Oh God, what is that?&lt;br /&gt;Purple: it’s a Leoplarodon, Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: A magical Leoplarodon.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: It’s gonna guide our way to Candy Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Alright, guys, you do know that there’s no actual Candy Mountain, right&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Shun the non believer&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Shuuuuuuunnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Shuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn…..&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:…Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Leoplarodon speaks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple: It has spoken!&lt;br /&gt;Pink: It has told us the waaaayyyyy….&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: It didn’t say anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple: It’s just over this bridge, Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: This magical bridge, of hope and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Is anyone else being light covered in splinters, seriously guys, we shouldn’t be on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Charlieee, Chaaaarlieeeee, Charrrrlieee, Char-&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: I’m right here, what do you want?!&lt;br /&gt;Purple:…We’re on a bridge Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink: We’re heeeeere!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Well what do you know, there actually is a Candy Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Candy Mountain, Candy Mountain, you fill me with sweet sugary goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Go inside the Candy Mountain Cave, Charlie&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Yeah Charlie, go inside the cave. Magical wonders will behold when you enter.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Yeah uh, thanks but no thanks, I’m gonna stay out here&lt;br /&gt;Pink But you have to enter the Candy Mountain Candy Cave, Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh when you’re down and looking for some cheering up, then just head, right on up, to the Candy Mountain Cave, when you get inside, you’ll find yourself a cheery land, such a happy and joy filled and perky merry land. They’ve got lollipops and gummy dropsand candy things, oh so many things that will brighten up your day. It’s impossible to wear a frown in Candy Town, it’s the mecca of lovely Candy Cave. They’ve got jelly beans and coconut with lit-tel hats, candy rats, chocolate bats, it’s a wonderland of sweets, buy the candy train to town and hear the candy band, candy bells, it’s a treat, as they march across the land. Cherry ribbon stream across the sky, and to the ground, turn around, it astounds, it’s a dancing candy treat. In the candy cave imagination runs so free, sio now Charlie won’t you into the cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Alright, fine, I’ll go into the freakin Candy Cave…this’d better be good.&lt;br /&gt;Purple &amp; Pink: *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Goodbye Charlie-&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Yeah, goodbye Charlie&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Goodbye? What? *doors shut* Hey, what’s goin on here? Hello? Who is that? *hear Charlie being beaten*&lt;br /&gt;…Ow, geh…What happened…Gaww, they took my freakin kidney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-3667339452694855186?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/3667339452694855186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=3667339452694855186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3667339452694855186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3667339452694855186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/02/uh-oha-jeorge-story-shortage.html' title='Uh Oh...A Jeorge Story Shortage!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7000175094596384180</id><published>2008-02-26T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:39:48.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticed anything?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've noticed a few changes here...&lt;br /&gt;1. a new backround. I think its very nice. I hate that the text is on the left now. I dunno why. It just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My last post was in weird symbols. Aaak. If you havent'y noticed that, it's ok. But if you don't realize i changed my backround i think i'll take the whooping stick to your skull &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You now have a "email this post to a friend" option. Very convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I featured YouTube videos on my website now. Very entertaining. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My profile is now longer. Even though it can only fit 1,200 characters. Very Difficult, i must add. I'll do some editing with that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Hope Is Coming In the Near Future:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's a bar that tells me how many people visited my site. It would be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to advertise my site more. I have no idea how, but i will. You can COUNT ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adding music on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Choosing my OWN videos. Me! Myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MORE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. Goodnight. Don't bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7000175094596384180?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7000175094596384180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7000175094596384180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7000175094596384180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7000175094596384180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/02/noticed-anything.html' title='Noticed anything?'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-3372116787919640804</id><published>2008-02-26T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:02:06.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>थे मिनी रंत</title><content type='html'>TinkTink203 (5:37:15 PM): aaak fitness. not fair to the FIT kidz &gt;.&lt; like me lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:37:49 PM): so i dont know how to play batminton. i dont really think ill use it in the future =p&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:38:30 PM): well we have to do lots of push ups and sit ups&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:38:44 PM): wow. like 40?&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:38:45 PM): and run lots of laps =D&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:38:50 PM): more than 40&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:38:55 PM): laps &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:39:06 PM): by the description it really sounds like military skool lol&lt;br /&gt;mango506(5:39:16 PM): no its just that class&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:39:25 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:39:47 PM): i should rant about gym on my website =\&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:39:55 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:39:56 PM): im sure no one else likes it&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:40:11 PM): AND OUR GYM TEACHERS ARE ALWAYS OLD!&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:40:16 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:40:18 PM): and fat &lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:40:58 PM): my last gym teacher couldnt touch her toes...and im sure this years gym teacher cant even &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; hers&lt;br /&gt;mango506 (5:41:06 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:41:15 PM): that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:41:21 PM): i respect myself 4 tht&lt;br /&gt;TinkTink203 (5:42:19 PM): Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Conversation I had earlier with my good friend *Mango. So i got inspired. Should i rant about gym teachers? hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I will. Not now. Maybe. Should I? Details are vague.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Hope you've enjoyed my little mini-rant ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name has been changed for confidentiality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-3372116787919640804?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/3372116787919640804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=3372116787919640804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3372116787919640804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/3372116787919640804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/02/tinktink203-53715-pm-aaak-fitness.html' title='थे मिनी रंत'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-477069807538355439</id><published>2008-02-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:11:51.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag Nag Nag...And a Jeorge Story!</title><content type='html'>Okay guys. Before i post ANOTHER Jeorge Story (you know, two Jeorge Stories in one day is lucky for my private e-mailers. You better be happy) i must nag:&lt;br /&gt;Guys, post. It's not hard. Tell your friends. E-mail me personally. Jump off a cliff. I don't care what you do, just POST SOMETHING! I've threatened to shut the site down, i begged, pleaded, asked, demanded, and gave some audience input (still waiting on the friend code, guys. What do i gotta do? You know what, I'l frig*** ask Hallmark to send a f'in card to everyone in the world saying "Hey, come to &lt;br /&gt;tinktink203.blogspot.com!" and maybe THAT will get you guys to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now on to the Jeorge Story.&lt;br /&gt;See, this Jeorge Story is a combo. And it's about Runescape. So you Runescape fans will enjoy this, now won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge Story COMBO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Stories in one for twice the fun!!! (tm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week on the george stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HELP!!!!! HELP! OUR SECRET LAIR IS BREAKING DOWN! SCOUT JERRY, HURRY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry. This week on the george stories:&lt;br /&gt;Runescape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Crystalbloo2 can't Be in Show Business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four years and three scores ago...wait, how many is three scores?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cut! Crystalbloo, hon please, three score is three months."&lt;br /&gt;"Then can't we just say-"&lt;br /&gt;"No! Action!"&lt;br /&gt;"*ahem*...hold it. should i 'ahem' in the beginning?"&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't care...action!"&lt;br /&gt;"Four years and three floors ago...did i just say 'floors'?"&lt;br /&gt;"CUT! Crystalbloo, Puh-LEASE just get through what i wrote in your script. Action!"&lt;br /&gt;"Four years and three scores ago, there was a tragic incident in Runescape...what was the incident again?"&lt;br /&gt;"CUT!!! CB, honey work with me, it was RS41 trying to steal your business and take over the world. Remember the book?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"ACTION!"&lt;br /&gt;"Four years...hold it."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"This wasn't four years ago!"&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was only two years!"&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever. ACTION!"&lt;br /&gt;"Four years and three scores ago...what was my next line?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's IT!!!! I quit! Someone else can direct this stupid commercial! It's not THAT hard! All you have to say is---"&lt;br /&gt;"Four years and three scores ago there was a tragic incident in Runescape: RSPolice41 tried to take it over. Tink203, myself, and Grumpybear97 have face tons of challenges, but non like this next one. stay tuned for the fourth book. See you then! and then cut to commercial, yeah, i got it."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh! Did we have any film in the camera?"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"CURSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why We Picked Tink203 to Host 'Welcome to Runescape'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume for: &lt;em&gt;Tink203&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this job because: &lt;em&gt;I'm very bored and would like to have something to do while *Fish is at day care  &lt;/em&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;Experiance: &lt;em&gt;With what?&lt;/em&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;Are you coopertive? &lt;em&gt;Sometimes i am  &lt;/em&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Health Issues: &lt;em&gt;No, but i cant have **bored face and sometimes i sneeze a lot. &lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person? &lt;em&gt;That depends what morning it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I think i should be the host/hostess for Welcome to Runescape: &lt;em&gt;Cuz hosts get free food         &lt;/em&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Special Skills: &lt;em&gt;I'm good at killing people &lt;/em&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;Any extra traits that you think would be good for the host/hostess: &lt;em&gt;fishing, mining, attack, defense &lt;/em&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;em&gt;what's this line for? &lt;/em&gt;, we will get back to you. Feel free to call our number:&lt;br /&gt;1-800-555-plzdntcall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fish= Tink203's pet moose&lt;br /&gt;**bored face= a face that looks bored. -.- or -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-477069807538355439?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/477069807538355439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=477069807538355439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/477069807538355439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/477069807538355439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/02/nag-nag-nagand-jeorge-story.html' title='Nag Nag Nag...And a Jeorge Story!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-2593672418847243309</id><published>2008-02-15T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:30:20.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentino's Day One Day late!</title><content type='html'>Hey there! I know, i haven't been keeping up on my part of the deal (of course neither have you...) so I'm going to post a Jeorge Story. I'm also going up north for the weekned (spelling?) so I may catch up with my posts. Here you go, an original Jeorge Story (or Sotry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Deminsion 10: an inescapable box with no doors or windows. You only have a container of blue cheese and tanks of air that can only last you 48 hours in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Demension 10&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* im sorry, i meant&lt;br /&gt;DEMENSION 10&lt;br /&gt;BY THE JEORGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You man!" &lt;br /&gt;"Me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh, your smile kinda freaks me out..."&lt;br /&gt;"You're on That Crazy TV Show!"&lt;br /&gt;"You mean the one that no one watches...?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Can i go now?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! We're here interviewing people on the street!!"&lt;br /&gt;"uh, 'kay."&lt;br /&gt;"Question 1: how would you feel if i gave you an all expenses paid trip to a...resort?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'd need spending money..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you won't need spending money..." *grins evily*&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;So the man flies off on his tour to what he thinks is Deeten (D10; or otherwise referred to Demension 10). He is forced inside the box and is set into the sea. Hehe, it's funny. The funny part? He's claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 1:&lt;br /&gt;The man, or what i like to call The Man, is screaming that he is claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;"I AM CLUASTROPHOBIC!!!! HELP!!!!! HELP!!!!" He has yet to find that there are air tanks and blue cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 2:&lt;br /&gt;The Man has just found the cheese. He cut up the container and is now trying to claw his way out using the shap point. What he doesn't know is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 3:&lt;br /&gt;His breathing is becoming shallow; has yet to discover that he has 4 air tanks, or equivalent to 48 hours of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 5:&lt;br /&gt;Found the air tanks last hour. He is now chanting physics in his head to see if he can break the box. Heh, to bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 8:&lt;br /&gt;It's getting dark. Lol, too bad he doesn't know that. He thinks once he finishes the first air tank he can try to cut the walls with the sharp point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 10:&lt;br /&gt;Having a wonderful meal of 1/3 container of spoiled cheese, it is now 11pm and he is yet deciding where to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 13: &lt;br /&gt;reciting the alphabet at a fast pace. Turns out he was the world champion alphabetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 20:&lt;br /&gt;It is now 8am. Having a very cheeselicious meal of blue cheese now 49 days past the expiration date. We give you an audio segment of his dillusion.&lt;br /&gt;"Lalala, why hello Carl. why hello Bob. It seems as though we are trapped in here." it appears he is playing with his socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 48 hours, he vanishes to Demension 1, and has to work his way up back to our demension.&lt;br /&gt;Our demension is number 999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, no, its actually one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for tuning in&lt;br /&gt;Jeorge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-2593672418847243309?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/2593672418847243309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=2593672418847243309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2593672418847243309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/2593672418847243309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentinos-day-one-day-late.html' title='Happy Valentino&apos;s Day One Day late!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-4707262768485460825</id><published>2008-01-18T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:04:35.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh...Friend Code, Friend Code, Friend Code!!</title><content type='html'>Well, i finally got my friend code for Animal Crossing: Wild World and Pokemon Diamond. I have no one to share it with though. got a friend code? Post it on here. Pleeeeeease? Tell ya what. I'll strike a deal. The more you post, the more often I'll post George Stories. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the posting begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-4707262768485460825?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/4707262768485460825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=4707262768485460825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4707262768485460825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4707262768485460825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/arghfriend-code-friend-code-friend-code.html' title='Argh...Friend Code, Friend Code, Friend Code!!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-954830166281393275</id><published>2008-01-07T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:09:36.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Story in December?</title><content type='html'>There was no Jeorge Story in December!!  But since i can't access my e-mails... I'll just post a Kirby video :) . It's in Japanese with English subtitles, so...well anyway the credit goes to Kirby Rainbow Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTxdRh_qFb0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTxdRh_qFb0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7bhjbM_jKQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7bhjbM_jKQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioaz2xaJsUQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioaz2xaJsUQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-954830166281393275?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/954830166281393275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=954830166281393275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/954830166281393275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/954830166281393275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/jeorge-story-in-december.html' title='Jeorge Story in December?'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1818042525275202423</id><published>2008-01-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:50:46.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Ice</title><content type='html'>I haven't finished Walking on Ice. It's not that could either, only in some spots. I'll start off with the Prologue. It's fantasy-- here goes nothin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;He paced at his desk. He was always very impatient. The tall figure waited and paced. He sat at this desk and looked at some paperwork. Another man entered the scene.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah yes, the campaign is going very smoothly. Everyone’s falling for it.” the figure added, “even I’m falling for it!” a gruff voice could be heard by the desk. “Yes. I never thought that it would be this easy to win. Soon, I’ll have the whole world kissing my shoes on their hands and knees.” the nervous man across the room laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“Silence.” said the man at the desk. He stopped abruptly. The mysterious figure stood up from his desk and looked out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;“So,” he said, loosening his tie, “what are you going to do when you become the real new president?” the man sighed heavily. “I’m going to become the dictator.” he said. He slammed his hands on his desk. “And destroy all of those nasty, putrid Witch’s Blood.”&lt;br /&gt;The figure nodded and laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1818042525275202423?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1818042525275202423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1818042525275202423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1818042525275202423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1818042525275202423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking-on-ice.html' title='Walking on Ice'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-4447470679492873913</id><published>2008-01-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:38:02.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P and S</title><content type='html'>There's a problem: i can't access my e-mail at the moment, so there'll be no Jeorge Stories. But i do have a solution: at the beginning of the blog i had told you that i might share my stories with you one day.&lt;br /&gt;That one day has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;I figure, what they hey, right? Though i only have about 4 or 5 finished stories, and they're really kinda bad. But hey, it's not like they're going to get published! (though i must warn you if you post this on another site without giving credit to me im going to have to open a 6 pack of whoop *** on you. Sorry. But you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll post this in a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-4447470679492873913?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/4447470679492873913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=4447470679492873913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4447470679492873913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4447470679492873913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/p-and-s.html' title='P and S'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-551606855694224972</id><published>2008-01-06T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:31:32.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr....</title><content type='html'>You guys all suck. None of you have been commmenting on ANYTHING! The good news is that my iPod is working agani NO THANKS TO ANY OF YOU! I'm better off just sending letters to any random person to come visit my site. So a special thanks to Google (not) for advertising my site.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my friend code for Animal Crossing Wild World. if anyone, ANYONE AT ALL, can tell me your firned code, town, and name i could add you and we could be friends. Oh wait, thats right, no one visits.&lt;br /&gt;I think i might as well shut this site down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-551606855694224972?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/551606855694224972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=551606855694224972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/551606855694224972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/551606855694224972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr....'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5401457581711811816</id><published>2008-01-04T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:24:36.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Happy...4th of January.</title><content type='html'>Happy new Year everyone! Or what i should say is happy 4th of January. Seeing how no one AT ALL has commmented on any of my posts, it really gets me wondering how many people visited this website. Please comment, it's open to everyone. Anyway, i will be posting soon, so keep checking out this website...if anyone's doing so at all. The reason I'm not posting today is because im coping with iPod (nano) troubles. Here's a question for you:&lt;br /&gt;I had downloaded a couple more songs on my iPod yesterday (that would make 20 songs since i got it at Christmas). then at night i listened to it in bed. I got bored and wasn't tired so i went to load iQuiz and it told me this: "This game cannot be launched. This may be the result of a full iPod. For more information, please visit http://apple.com/support /ipod/ " . It's been frozen ever since i can't even turn it off, the song that i was playing also cut off. I visited the site but they gave me tips that wouldn't work. What happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE ANSWER MY QUESTION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5401457581711811816?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5401457581711811816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5401457581711811816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5401457581711811816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5401457581711811816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy4th-of-january.html' title='And a Happy...4th of January.'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-4389775310955842971</id><published>2007-12-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:37:38.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>And a happy new year (or Chinese New Year). I'm surprised to say that i may not get any more J Stories until &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;Christmas. I have to make and send some more, but i don't know how much time i'll have seeing as its the holidays and holidays is about family. So this, or tomorrow, will be my last post until after Christmas. I may just post another J Story before we all get a break for the holidays. This has been Jeorge, saying, Merry Christmas or Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Boxing Day (for Canada), Eld al-Adha, etc.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;and etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-4389775310955842971?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/4389775310955842971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=4389775310955842971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4389775310955842971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/4389775310955842971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='A Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-1386726481922720552</id><published>2007-12-17T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:27:25.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, Shootsickle</title><content type='html'>Don't ask about the 'shootsickle'. Anyway, i totally and comepletely forgot to post the Antelope Girl IM (See second post; second from the bottom) so i spose i better post that in. Ladies and Gentlemen (and i use that term loosely...lol) i present to you, the Antelope Girl IM!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:39:42 PM): pssst&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:39:46 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:42:55 PM): …&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:44:02 PM): ...HEY GENIUS, IT WOULD HELP IF YOU WOULD ANSWER ME BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:44:55 PM): SEE THE THING WITH THE BUTTONS THAT HAS LETTERS ON IT?!! ITS CALLED A KEYBOARD!!! LET ME SAY THAT AGAIN: A KEYBOARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:45:30 PM): YOU USE IT TO TYPE WORDS!!!!! YOU SEE: WORDS!!!! AND THEN, DO YOU SEE THE BUTTON THAT SAYS "SEND"?!??! CLICK IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:07 PM): omfg...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:16 PM): haleigh ur such a potato&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:23 PM): no, more like bread&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:32 PM): well idk, whcih ones dumber...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:44 PM): no, you kno what, ur an antelope&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:46:49 PM): thats right&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:47:17 PM): antelope girl&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:47:44 PM): francing and prancing in ur little antelope self TinkTink203 (3:48:50 PM): grrrr&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:49:03 PM): one day, ur gonna get attacked by another antelope&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:49:18 PM): and another...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:49:21 PM): and another...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:49:26 PM): AND ANOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:50:46 PM): and soon, so many antelopes will attack you that you have nothing more to do than go france and prance somewhere else!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:50:56 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:03 PM): i hope ur mother hears ur an antelope&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:08 PM): cuz u kno what&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:16 PM): its true&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:34 PM): and then shell dump you on the street; face it, no one likes antelopes&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:49 PM): ha&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:51:55 PM): antelope girl&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:52:14 PM): oh wait, i kno y u cant type&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:52:24 PM): CUZ UR AN ANTELOPE! HA!HAHA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:52:47 PM): You and ur stupid antelope hooves cant type on the keyboard, can they?!?&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:52:55 PM): NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:53:01 PM): AND U WANNA KNOW WHY??!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:53:07 PM): CUZ UR AN ANTELOPE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:54:08 PM): THAT MADE NO SENSE, BUT IT DOESNT HAVE TO CUZ IM TALKIN TO AN ANTELOPE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:54:22 PM): AN ANTELOPE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:55:46 PM): youll get catched by the "Antelope Catcher Force 4" and put in the zoo, where you'll have to rot in shame while 4 year olds throw peanuts and other micellanious items at u&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:00 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:10 PM): wouldnt u rather be bread now?&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:13 PM): HA!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:15 PM): too late!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:19 PM): ur an antelope!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:31 PM): and there's nuthin u can do about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:36 PM): you could rub a lamp...&lt;br /&gt;Tink203 (3:56:47 PM): BUT U CANT RUB LAMPS WITH HOOVES!!!!!HAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is property of me. Please add the following website if you are going to post this somewhere else: &lt;a href="http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tinktink203.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-1386726481922720552?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/1386726481922720552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=1386726481922720552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1386726481922720552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/1386726481922720552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/aw-shootsickle.html' title='Aw, Shootsickle'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5537210724735618640</id><published>2007-12-17T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:29:57.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Story 1</title><content type='html'>Alright, here it is: The first ever Jeorge Story!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hate Higgly Town Heros. NO, I'm serious. This e-mail is all about how i hate Higgly Town and every bobbly person in it:Okay, they're having a great time (this morning they were looking for some stupid bird) and then they get stuck and Twinkle shares her really idiotic idea about some faries or white magical bunnies (I really hate her).Now see, this is usually the part where Fran tells some lame pun about Twinkles idea, then Twikles is all like, "Aw, Pickles." And then Ubee says "We need the help of someone special." and then they sing the little song, then all of a sudden some Higgly Town Hero shows up UNANNOUNCED with blue fireworks in the backround. I mean really. What are the chances of a higgly person ACTUALLY showing up and have some lame tune already rehersed and ready to be sung. I mean if i started singing the higgly song in public when my nail broke, who would come? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Someone special who could it be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This jobs to big for you and me" (honestly, EVERY job is too big for them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"We need some help"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"But never fear-o" (LOOK IT UP! It's not a word. If a little kid is hiding under the bed during a thunderstorm and you ask them why, they arnt gonna say "Im full of fear-o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It looks like a job"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"For a Higgly Town Hero" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when they get scared they all jump into Ubee's (YOO-bee) little body. ((omfg please don't even ask why they named him that; there must be somebody pyschotic working there, i mean really. "this is my son, Charlie." "Oh yeah, this is MY son Ubee!" honestly, Ubee's gonna be that guy that ends up on the couch all day)). I mean honest, doesnt Ubee weigh a lot already (erm...no offense)?! And does he give PERMISSION to use his stomach?! I mean when your dog is scared, do you swollow him/her whole and wait for whatevers frightening him/her to leave?! NO! THEY CAN ALL GO ROT IN A SACK!Im sorry, I'm just made at Ubee, he gambled with me on Thursday and owes me 70 bucks. Anyway, the point is, If you EVER go to Higgly Town, don't ever start singing that song, unless you're crazy and psychotic as everyone else in that town (Their bodies are cut in half!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 More things to add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Why does stupid Wayne (no offense to anywone out there named Wayne) have to like toast so much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. If you really think about it, when you really look at it, the show is actually really disturbing and should not air for little childeren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This Jeorge Story is property of me, any copying of this story will result in me taking the whooping stick to your skull. If you are going to post this on another blog, please give credit to the following website: tinktink203.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5537210724735618640?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5537210724735618640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5537210724735618640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5537210724735618640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5537210724735618640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeorge-story-1.html' title='Jeorge Story 1'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5758505415951373520</id><published>2007-12-15T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:51:55.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Before Bed</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* its late. I'm going to try to get Jeorge Story 1 on here tomorrow...so the randomness starts tomorrow i hope you all get a good nights rest...unless its already morning. aw crap, ive just confused myself. I guess that since this is a blog i should tell you who my friends are:&lt;br /&gt;Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime, the hostess with the mostess, and...yeah. She's pretty much the only suscriber to the Jeorge Storiez. She thinks their funny. But yet on the other hand, she thinks everything is funny.&lt;br /&gt;Dani&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't really have a nickname, unless you count the danster (plz don't ask). She's pretty awesome too, maybe not my partner in crime (of course we did steal snacks from other kids in fourth grade) but she pretty much liked me even before Jerry did.&lt;br /&gt;Hailster, PYM, Antelope Girl Haleigh&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I think everyday when she wakes up she sniffs Sharpies. Honestly. Her nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;Hailster- (again don't ask. yes it associates with danster) pretty much got a nickname on her own&lt;br /&gt;PYM- On her birthday we were sitting in her living room and talking, and she walked out of the room. We talked about her a bit, and then i said "shes kinda like poultry meat" (talk about random). Jerry came up with the name: PoultrY Meat. PYM.&lt;br /&gt;Antelope Girl- Alright, i promised no inside jokes. It's an IM which i have saved. I'll show it to you guys in the next post&lt;br /&gt;TREE- gosh. Tree. Just the name alone says it all: She is TALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to keep this post from becoming a novel, i better wrap it up.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this wasnt really 8:30 when i wrote this--much later. MUUUCH later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5758505415951373520?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5758505415951373520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5758505415951373520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5758505415951373520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5758505415951373520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-before-bed.html' title='A Post Before Bed'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-7267997561972458202</id><published>2007-12-15T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:31:04.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeorge Storyz....zzzzz</title><content type='html'>There's this e-mail that i send to all my friends called a Jeorge Story. It contains no inside jokes, no grossness, and no swearing (unless otherwise entitiled...w/e that means) and contains a bunch of randomness for your reading pleasure. A Jeorge story maybe about anything...as long as it superly funny. It not, well then too bad. For any of you who wants to read these so called "funny Jeorge Stories" then you've come to the right blog. Or maybe you think you have and you're just lost. anyhoo, I'll post all the Jeorge Stories...starting with week one.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-7267997561972458202?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/7267997561972458202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=7267997561972458202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7267997561972458202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/7267997561972458202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/jeorge-storyzzzzzz.html' title='Jeorge Storyz....zzzzz'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304849778680644565.post-5017939552743001034</id><published>2007-12-15T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:21:30.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>On this new blog you will hear the randomness and wise words of a girl named George (that's me). To start off my post, I have one wish and one wish alone...&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS BETTER LOOK AT THIS SITE!&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have that out of my system it's time to get down to the real business here: what is my sole purpose on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's simple really: to be random and fun as i should be. And what better place to do it is on the internet, hmmm? You'll see all the latest George stories (random e-mails i send to my friends) and the newest stories I'm reading and currently writing (I'm a big writer finatic).&lt;br /&gt;Let my new blog...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304849778680644565-5017939552743001034?l=tinktink203.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/feeds/5017939552743001034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304849778680644565&amp;postID=5017939552743001034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5017939552743001034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304849778680644565/posts/default/5017939552743001034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinktink203.blogspot.com/2007/12/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Twinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08195726831759001952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUNnTdH4OMk/SPpU1ct4yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9mZn-Zyqys/S220/dolphin.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
