SHUT UP.

Stop telling people I don't know things about me! It's anoying! And then they talk to My family about something we really REALLY do NOT want to hear ANY MORE about. No, talking about it won't make it better. So just leave it. Please. If you were abused or ill or whatever you wouldn't like the illness or abuse to be the only thing anyone vevr talked about to you ever, would you? NO.

OUTRAGE!!!

There is a small problem in the 'hood. Because, we have recently discovered, to our UTTER DISGUST, that people have ben adressing eachother as "wife". WE are the only people who can do that, PONDSCUM!!! GIVE US OUR IDENTITIES BACK!! IT'S... IT'S JUST NOT FAIR, 'KAY????!?!?!?




A wifey is for lifey, not just for high school.

deal.

You see, theres this girl...

At my farm, theres a girl that wants to ride my horse. She wants to ride my horse in shows, and win things on her. My horse is 21. She looks 3, and thinks she's 3, but that doesn't change the fact that this girl is fat and to cope with the weight my horse tries to run fast, and run fast crossing her back feet over. I worry about my horse. She is beautiful and wild and dark and fast but she is not designed to carry fat people. She is also badly behaved, so with the added coping-with-fat-children-walk that she has developed, she looks awfully behaved. So this makes the girl pull and pull on the reins until my horse is trying desperately not to gag and still go fast enough to carry this fat child. The fat child thinks that I am a pushover with solo, and that I need to be a better rider for her because she is wayward. Next time she asks to ride her, I am going to shout at her for being fat, being mean, not knowing she is fat and mean, and to never ever ride or look at my poor poor horse again because if you hurt her I will hunt you down and run you over with a tractor you fat little shit. Now get off our farm, because you rode your last horse into the ground, you're going to ride your horses into the ground and then you're going to ride MY horse into the ground. Also, she only pulls when you ride her because she's trying to go fast so she gets home with minimum damage done by your MASSIVE ARSE. So don't hit my horse. She's precious. And why the hell would I put a rug onher in summer? Or shave off her coat in winter? Or hit her with a stick when she's badly behaved? You're badly behaved. Have I hit YOU with a stick yet? No. But oh, do I want to. And you wonder why the kittens scratch you and wail when you come near? It's because you pull them away from suckling and squeal and hold them too tight until they cry. You make me so angry. You don;t know how to read animals at all. Kittens shouldn't ever be made to cry by a human being. Nothing should. You don't deserve the dignification. You don't even deserve acknowledgement by them. You think you are better than us, the people who's horses actually trust us enough to follow us and run around in the feild with us because they know we won't hurt them. If you hurt or even upset a single animal on this farm, we'll list you, kick you off, and keep your horses because they deserve better than someone who can't even tell how tall they are. Darcy isn't 15:2- she's 14:2. Anyone can see that. It's not cool to have a 'big' horse if you don't know how to ride it. Which you don't. And as for the never fitting in at schools... I really can't think why. I mean it's not like you're spoiled and obnoxious. Oh, and Solo sneezes in your general direction. She doesn't have thrush either, and she is NOT fat.

Boobs.

I can't really think what to say. But my wife and I have decided we love boobs. Boobs are wonderful. They're like Jelly... and they try to break free all the time.

MY WIFE in society

Ariane Holly Dean, Az to the gang, is a typical teenage girl on the inside, but on the outside she is
Brilliantly Beautiful, but the ordinary typicality on the inside ends at the whole thinking she isn't.
Ordinary girls may think they are Ugly when they are actually glorious to look at, but think
The boring, flat things. Well, they only show the Boring flat things. And they make up for
Their boring flatness by doing Thrilling things, like hanging around in a park with drugs etcetera,
Longing to seem Interesting and Colourful, like Nerds and Emos, who do interesting things that
Entertain, and they go out of their way to not look and be the same as everyone else. The
Only way you can stereotype the Modern Nerd, is that they all look induvidual, wearing bright
Fabrics, old clothes, used clothes, lived in clothes, or just any old Thrown-together Thing of some
Totally random set, with no code. The Common or Garden Chav, however, are always clean,
Overly perfumed, overly made up, and wear enough immaculate but tasteless acrylics to make
Poor, innocent citizens' eyes bleed. The greater spotted chav shows no such redeeming features.
I firmly believe in My Wife's induviduality, and as I mentioned earlier, she has plenty. Her only
Completely normal thing is her typically human opinion of her appearance.
And she has a Mrwife, too. I don't know him well, but what I have seen shows him as a
Loving Mrwife, and as someone well suited and not afraid to show themself as themself.
My personal secret dream is to become a best wife at their wedding. That'd be grand.
Of course there are the other Stereotypes, such as Emos, Scene Kids, Goths, Punks, and Misfits.
Coming to the end of my Bottle of topical mockery, I may as well bow out gracefully.
Karats
Entity
Rabbits
Youlgrave- The epic journey to, Starring Holly Upton. That is all.

Get in, retards. I'm ranting.

Afrikaanas... Nice accent.
BOOBS. good. yes, wife, I may have an obsession. BUT WHO CARES. Oh yeah and I'm straight too, biggots. ¬_¬
Cars. Never ever EVER follow me in front of them. You'll die, and I won't.
Dancing. I can't... but I will, embarrasingly for everyone except me. oh YAR.
Elephants... the baby's are cute, and the adults are baggy, and they're clever.
Flupradongle.Yeah... No, I don't know what it means...
Galloping. FUN. but LETHAL.
Hollay. The love of my life.
I, me, myself... not in that order...
Jumping. I CAN!
KKK all need to die. NAZIS.
Love... MY WIFE!!
Moooooo- The best filler-inner EVER.
NO. It's mine. I'm having it.
Oh very dear me!
Poo... *giggle*
Questions... who needs 'em? well... me... really...
Reggae... baby don't worry ABOUT A THING
SWEET MRS WIFE! *da da daa* GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOOOD
T. MR T!
Up yours.
Valerie! or vandalism. or vancouver. or vegetables...
Woohoo!!
XOXOX
YOU: OH I, HAD, THE TIME OF MY LIIIFE, AND I OWE IT ALL TO- ahem.
Zzzz... Toodle pip.