Did you ever think of the repercussions of calling someone a nigger just in case someone else does?
What do you think of being restricted and disrespected and reconstricted?
Thursday, October 25, 2012
What's Ellen's problem?
She's trying to look cool but is just being tacky and then complaining about it.
My Dad's Threat, Looming
He thinks that he's made the rules clear and will no longer reinforce them. In case you don't know what those rules are, he thinks I have to like constantly suffer because I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word.
How Many Times to I Have to Make Myself Clear.... 8I
I don't approve of being mean to people nor making them do unnecessary things nor that they have to, especially in this day and age.
Bad People
I can tell they are being sarcastic at me and don't want me to do anything about it, but it bothers me. They'll just keep at me and do something mean to me next. I think it's a waste of time and uncool and unfair.
However, when I think about it, it doesn't really matter. Wait, today, something kinda serious happened. I guess Ellen is gay over Nell.
However, when I think about it, it doesn't really matter. Wait, today, something kinda serious happened. I guess Ellen is gay over Nell.
Horse Shit 8|
I keep getting disgusting reverberations from certain someone, of late, and I don't know why nor do I really care... I hear horseshit, deep and low.
Changes
What do you think of someone who used to think quietly in the background but now seems to control the universe?
Respect
I'm not being respected in private and keep being interrupted with clicks and maybe other stuff. I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word a few years ago who was almost 2, and bad words pop up in my head because of what others make me think and then I get in trouble.
Interruptions
keep hearing clicks at certain moments that like totally rearrange my face. Of course, other stuff must happen.
I also got the message that because I ate the spinach I have to think retardedly about my future husband not picking up our future children.
I don't wanna sit here all day and here women pee in their parents over my father.
I also got the message that because I ate the spinach I have to think retardedly about my future husband not picking up our future children.
I don't wanna sit here all day and here women pee in their parents over my father.
Ellen's Nose Etc.
Ellen had a pimple like a witch. I wrote a story about a girl whose mom was a witch, but it wasn't a big part of the story, which was very short.
Dissect Me
I feel funny. My head is tight yet hollow and falling apart, hard on the outside yet not firm. I blame Helena Bonham Carter. I got a feeling from her and lost the firmness in my head. What a self-righteous being.
Spinach
I'm feeling upset because my parents invited me to have their vegetables. I could have had the broccoli, instead.
My life is really lame.
Thanks to the reverberations of Kate Bush and Ellen DeGeneres, feeling antsy I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word.
I don't remember if it was Ellen DeGeneres echoing the likes of Kate Bush, for some reason. I think so.
I don't remember if it was Ellen DeGeneres echoing the likes of Kate Bush, for some reason. I think so.
Story
There was a woman named Ellen with 2 kids. The kids didn't know if they were her real kids, but the younger one was probably. The younger one was 13 1|2. She had small hips and was still short. The older one was named Christina, and she was big and already 26. Some of her friends were courting boys and playing in the frosty snow outside. They all gathered around in a warm room with a fireside and sang songs and ate good food. The young girl, who had always been with her mother, was laying in her bed, with dreams of Christmas.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Carnival
Once, there was a girl named Drew who was 11. She had some friends. One was Chloe, age 8, another was Lisa age 12, another was Joni age 17, and then she hung out with a bunch of ladies, many who did not have families of their own nor were married nor engaged. She played with her friend Chloe a lot. Joni helped her with a lot of things. There were a lot of paranormal occurrences. Still, they were going to a festival. Drew went with a bunch of girls her age. Other people came, as well, and there were so many strangers there. People went insane in the tunnel of love, screaming. Chloe came out with her face white and said, "Oh my God!" Then, there was the ferris wheel, which was attacked by a ghost murderer and left one cart at the top squeaking dripping blood in the cold night. Drew couldn't stand it but knew there were many deaths in the world. The festival continued, for some reason. People, police, were wary for the ghost. There was the boat ride that swung back and forth. Drew went on it and sat at the end and had a blast. Everyone else moaned. Then, there was the hayride. Drew went on it with Chloe and Joni. They stopped and picked berries and then went back. There was a lady there named Ellen who was 50. She thought there would be no interesting ride. She went on a demented ride about toys and chopping people's heads off and rode through a torture chamber of wax figures, while most people screamed and covered their eyes. Then, a bunch of spooky things popped out, as they rid along. There were some sharp but not long drops that were pretty swift but not straight down. Then, there was happy, sappy music, and even a death on the ride. Meanwhile, Drew was on the kayaks in the lake, which was large and dark by now. She made it through alright alone, following the caravan. It wasn't the best carnival that existed, but it was interesting.
Christmas Classic
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lisa, and she was 8 years old and just getting into boys more in real life. She had a boyfriend named Tom. She still flirted with other boys named Greg and Mark and Drew.
The year was 1940. She lived in the Midwest. She was bringing in logs to the fire, when her mother told her to get ready quickly, danger was lurking about.
She was left behind, in the snow, and met a man named Charlie who ran a train. She rid in it.
She stepped outside, and the train left. In the mist, she saw a ghost coming toward her named Ellen. She stopped over and picked her up. When she woke up, she was in a cottage full of people. She was the youngest, except for a baby. A lady named Isabelle took her upstairs and she found some girls to play with. Night fell, and she wondered how she would get out. She climbed out of a window. She walked awhile and ran into Ellen. She was no longer a ghost. Ellen was gay and didn't have a boyfriend. She started running, and Ellen chased her and grabbed her. She cried in the air, but she became Ellen's adopted daughter. She felt like a baby. So, she went back, and Ellen left her alone. She wandered about a ghost town, which was interesting. She found an old amusement park. She walked through it and saw something she had not seen before. She saw a dog with glowing red eyes pulling chains, warning her to go home. Lisa didn't listen. She ran away from Ellen, but Ellen found her. This time, however, she found Tom, and Tom and her ran away.
The year was 1940. She lived in the Midwest. She was bringing in logs to the fire, when her mother told her to get ready quickly, danger was lurking about.
She was left behind, in the snow, and met a man named Charlie who ran a train. She rid in it.
She stepped outside, and the train left. In the mist, she saw a ghost coming toward her named Ellen. She stopped over and picked her up. When she woke up, she was in a cottage full of people. She was the youngest, except for a baby. A lady named Isabelle took her upstairs and she found some girls to play with. Night fell, and she wondered how she would get out. She climbed out of a window. She walked awhile and ran into Ellen. She was no longer a ghost. Ellen was gay and didn't have a boyfriend. She started running, and Ellen chased her and grabbed her. She cried in the air, but she became Ellen's adopted daughter. She felt like a baby. So, she went back, and Ellen left her alone. She wandered about a ghost town, which was interesting. She found an old amusement park. She walked through it and saw something she had not seen before. She saw a dog with glowing red eyes pulling chains, warning her to go home. Lisa didn't listen. She ran away from Ellen, but Ellen found her. This time, however, she found Tom, and Tom and her ran away.
Conspiracy
What are you gonna do when people realize you've been mean to them and that the people you were mean to didn't mean any harm?
Dream
I don't remember most of it. There was one part where I was in a car with someone, not Ellen DeGeneres, and she kissed me wet on the lips and it felt so good and I guess I thought of her putting her arms around me. This was the end of the dream. It sorta faded out in bits.
Also, last night, when I got in bed, I saw quite physically the figure from Scream running in front of me and some other things.
Also, last night, when I got in bed, I saw quite physically the figure from Scream running in front of me and some other things.
Manners
I don't accept people being impolite and rude because of the n word thing nor anything that happned before, such as me flunking out of college or being cranky|weird in something I did at home.
Bright Blu Di
Twinkle, twinkle, way up high
Like a diamond in the sjy
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray, in the shy
When the bright, blue sjy is gone
When it nothing shines upon
Up in Heaven you appear
Like Grandma's reindeer
In the black of night you fly
Like a firefly in the sjy
O'er mountains, hill, and dale
On the crashing waves you'd sail
Up above the world you fly
Like a diamond in the sky
Though I know not what you are
Twinkle, TWinkle, little star!
Like a diamond in the sjy
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray, in the shy
When the bright, blue sjy is gone
When it nothing shines upon
Up in Heaven you appear
Like Grandma's reindeer
In the black of night you fly
Like a firefly in the sjy
O'er mountains, hill, and dale
On the crashing waves you'd sail
Up above the world you fly
Like a diamond in the sky
Though I know not what you are
Twinkle, TWinkle, little star!
Story
I told my brother and others this story in the car when I was younger, and it took like an hour or so. I just kept ad libbing. I used to ad lib singing when I was even younger when we went up north to see my grandma for Christmas.
So, there was I dunno a guy who wanted whaaaaite bread. He didn't want brown bread! 8p (This went on somehow.)
Then, I think there was like a chicken strattling across the lights of the road. You know, when I was little, I thought and was told at the table, when I was like 2, that the red light meant go and the green light meant stop. Then, they said I was wrong. I kept asking about it, before and after.
There was a joke about crossing the road and being scared and stuck at the light. Oh, when I was 5, I think, or possibly 6 or 4, someone asked me why did the chicken cross the road - first time - and I said to get to the other side. I told Ellen DeGeneres, already. I lived in Southeastern Florida, too.
I think there was something about or I'm thinking now at least dashing to the other side.
So, then, someone needed a quarter, I think, for whaaaaite bread. However, all the quarters were in jail. I was like :p hysterical about why they didn't go through the bars ... and GET OUT ~ 80 I'm pretty sure it ended there. My dad used to stroll me around with my mom at the bank's March of Dimes. It was named Barnett Bank, and then we moved and went to Hibernia. My friend didn't like me after she found out my last name wasn't Barnett.. She had white hair, was short, and had parents who were 45 years older, born in 1941, the dad older. Her sisters and brother|s were 16+ years older, I think 1 on her mom's side.
So, there was I dunno a guy who wanted whaaaaite bread. He didn't want brown bread! 8p (This went on somehow.)
Then, I think there was like a chicken strattling across the lights of the road. You know, when I was little, I thought and was told at the table, when I was like 2, that the red light meant go and the green light meant stop. Then, they said I was wrong. I kept asking about it, before and after.
There was a joke about crossing the road and being scared and stuck at the light. Oh, when I was 5, I think, or possibly 6 or 4, someone asked me why did the chicken cross the road - first time - and I said to get to the other side. I told Ellen DeGeneres, already. I lived in Southeastern Florida, too.
I think there was something about or I'm thinking now at least dashing to the other side.
So, then, someone needed a quarter, I think, for whaaaaite bread. However, all the quarters were in jail. I was like :p hysterical about why they didn't go through the bars ... and GET OUT ~ 80 I'm pretty sure it ended there. My dad used to stroll me around with my mom at the bank's March of Dimes. It was named Barnett Bank, and then we moved and went to Hibernia. My friend didn't like me after she found out my last name wasn't Barnett.. She had white hair, was short, and had parents who were 45 years older, born in 1941, the dad older. Her sisters and brother|s were 16+ years older, I think 1 on her mom's side.
So! '}8)
You thought that everything had a reason! No, suckerz!!! 8p That's it. You have hit *rock bottom* 8|
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Tweet @TheEllenShow How I Changed the World
I almost stepped on a kid!
Ooh, wait, before, I flunked out of college. I think things were cool in summer of '05. Wait, that's when I flunked out at CUA in Washington, D.C., Catholic University of America.
Wait, I stomped at the kid! 8D They thought they were more tickled and stimulated by people born around when you were but were ugly and too like slick and droopy. Not my probbob! I'm in enough pain, as it is, but no not real worst pain.
Also, did you know Tim Burton's daughter is fascinated with dirt and crevices? She also cackles|crackles when she's stimulated. Shit! 8|
Ooh, wait, before, I flunked out of college. I think things were cool in summer of '05. Wait, that's when I flunked out at CUA in Washington, D.C., Catholic University of America.
Wait, I stomped at the kid! 8D They thought they were more tickled and stimulated by people born around when you were but were ugly and too like slick and droopy. Not my probbob! I'm in enough pain, as it is, but no not real worst pain.
Also, did you know Tim Burton's daughter is fascinated with dirt and crevices? She also cackles|crackles when she's stimulated. Shit! 8|
Tweet @TheEllenShow
When I moved to where you're from, I hated it more than anyone hated anything but really care about the people. Everyone knew, but I was quiet around people a lot.
Did you see this?
So, people born around 1960 were boned out as European, but these people born in 1960 claim they cater to people who are younger but really ones young enough to be their youngest child and rush people through life like you can't be that European.
Oh, wait, I probably got this idea from other people.
Oh, wait, I probably got this idea from other people.
Ooooh! 8D
I just got the idea of Ellen DeGeneres masturbating like Miss Nell Burton, crackling! Nell Burton is dirty and was a dirty baby, fascinated or rather stimulated by dirt, fat, and crevices.
Don't you tell me my future daughter will...
masturbate. I wasn't suggesting you go do it as an innocent person, you dummy, good-for-nothing. I meant you kept sending me these messages, whoever... through various methods. }:D
CAN YOU SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH AND NIGGER :D D D
I just got the message that I'm nothing to people who are born older than my dad, though I am, and mean people are. Why don't you go masturbate!
Ah! Help!
I think I got mad and Julie Andrews made my left leg swirl while I was walking. Then, I got bothered more, as though things were still being compensated with me. People won't leave me alone! Well, the top of my left leg.
I think my whole life these good-for-nothing people have been teasing me for thinking they should have no power over me and how I wanted to look young...
I think my whole life these good-for-nothing people have been teasing me for thinking they should have no power over me and how I wanted to look young...
My Face
I feel a bunch of like hard like soft, smooth stone hard bone forming around my eye, probably both, on the side, like the side of my head. I always feel that stuff around my face. I should put that on my website. I'm not sure if I will now. I might think about it. Wait, why do you care? Because you don't want to know!
Dolled Up
Howcome with me it turns out everything is alright in the end with what I do but not how I'm treated?.. Like, I was thinking of how my ancestors are from Pennsylvania. My dad lived in New York state sometimes as a kid, by Pennsylvania, on the west. Then, I thought of Ellen DeGeneres with her eyelashes and singing like kinda metally and it made me think of living in Florida. I lived in the area she's from as a teenager. So, I was thinking of "what" that would make me. So, I'm dolled up.
Rescuing Kids
So, kids today think they're bad in ways like kids before, like their parents were, people born around 1960 to people born around 1950? What's there to understand? It's not my fault they did that, not look like their parents. Just because I suffer doesn't mean others have to. I am suffering. What do you want me to do? Well, I'm not suffering like having myself be cut into nor disesembled|dismembered nor ruined. I'm not okay completely, though. So, what are people my age supposed to do? I thought I was nice. I'm trying to get better. Supposedly, I'm not worth it because I'm Chinese, like what I did wasn't real. It's weird. It's like I did it, but then I'm Chinese and it was all a mistake in some minute far to reach place. Can people really make mistakes and be forgiven? Also, why think something different is bad, when you weren't considered in with other people though you tried hard like beyond belief in some way? Remember in the late 90s and early 00s when different was overly encouraged? I guess trying to push us off a cliff and not be considered okay, after all, because we want to be better than other people. It sounds like Italians think that of Chinese, want them to mess up, but Jews are overly caring. Then, Caucasians|whites kill you for the Jews feeling sorry for you and marry them. Stop separating us from what's cool. I guess you're feeling sorry for the Vietnamese.
Hey, why can't anyone be nice to me? That's so gay. Lots of people should be nice to me. I'm gonna *beep* you if you think that's "what" I am. My mom isn't like that. My dad gets treated like he's human but worn away. =| Okay, maybe I won't think of doing something to you, but I had to startle you, for some reason. Wish I knew another way. Go ask me to erase it if you want, though, I don't care. I don't think you mind the word *beep* I dunno... :| Why do you think that's "what" I am? How tacky? Trying to be cool and round up an idea, something you didn't have the right idea about to begin with. You can't be mean to people like that. Why do I have to go through this, anyway? What happend to my dreamland! 80
Did I leave off on something? 8| Oh well, I'm tired.
Hey, why can't anyone be nice to me? That's so gay. Lots of people should be nice to me. I'm gonna *beep* you if you think that's "what" I am. My mom isn't like that. My dad gets treated like he's human but worn away. =| Okay, maybe I won't think of doing something to you, but I had to startle you, for some reason. Wish I knew another way. Go ask me to erase it if you want, though, I don't care. I don't think you mind the word *beep* I dunno... :| Why do you think that's "what" I am? How tacky? Trying to be cool and round up an idea, something you didn't have the right idea about to begin with. You can't be mean to people like that. Why do I have to go through this, anyway? What happend to my dreamland! 80
Did I leave off on something? 8| Oh well, I'm tired.
Kids
So, you wish we didn't exist ... so we couldn't make you look good by looking bad and your kids?
Jew
So, us kids feel we don't deserve to live because we're not Jew or our last name isn't Jew or our mom isn't Jew?
Getting It Out
Why do people born around 1960 want you to get it out? I have lots of thoughts on this. Their childhoods were pampered. They're thick and strong and stimulated in a good way.... So, they spend their lives leading people born later. They make fun of people who often at that age have older parents and if the youngest child. 8|
What Set Me Off
People thought I was like the Ting or something. Is that because I went on a diet and then didn't eat enough in the end?
We're all victims of its follies.
I figured that people were too inhibited, so I started making statements.
Also, I realized that they just babied one generation from creation. We're all victims of its follies.
Also, I realized that they just babied one generation from creation. We're all victims of its follies.
Important Things
I just explained on my blog how different things are important and cause other things.
Trip
Supposedly, my whole trip was caused by the likes of one person. I was interrupted and didn't shower, slept for awhile, need to do my nails.
D8
Yes, I thought of knocking people out, but I'm just 26, and I did it to people who are supposed to be old enough to be my parents, but I guess they're not-
My Egg Sack
I feel like my egg sack is going to be ripped out, the right girl one.
It's like more than the world is like pulling and sucking at it.
Well, no, not literally, but maybe it's strong.
It's like more than the world is like pulling and sucking at it.
Well, no, not literally, but maybe it's strong.
I got mad!
I stomped my foot at Cracker Barrel and got mad. I kept talking. Someone called me a nigger! Well, he said it. I think my dad got mad. Anyway, those people get friendly after they get over their initial shock. A store worker said hi to me. A thick Spanish waitress said my purse was on the floor. It's like a grayish brownish greenish, you can't tell. Well, I stomped my foot when no one was out there but my dad.. A nice blonde, kinda girlish with medium straight hair and bangs just got in her car..
Another Good for Nothing
Just because someone does something nice for me doesn't mean you can sit there like a worthless piece of trash and make me go through it in a tacky way.
Mad
I think that someone has a problem because I got mad at this person talking to my dad. Then, he was mad around me and I was attacked today privately and publicly online by some people. So, I went out to eat with him, and I got mad because he was being mean to me. I couldn't give the time of day for the likes of this! Just stop being so stupid! Don't be so stupid as to think you're supposed to be too serious, like, too. And don't make fun of me because I don't feel like I can even sit still anymore! 80
The N Word Thing 8|
Because people have collectively, my mom, my psychiatrist, and a boy, made me think of curse words, as well as probably the public by calling me them in their thoughts when I go out, my dad has been offed in my getting better from his negligence to my well-being since flunking and the n word thing, but my life was supposed to be just an experiment. Also, I don't think the psychologist believes I should have been punished for 2 1|2 years for the n word thing. People won't stop skirting around me being uncomfortable, to extremes, depending on who it is. 8| It's because I was talking to my grandma too much, and now nothing's the same! Why did my aunt come on my birthday? I can say that if I want!
How I Feel 8|
I just ate at Cracker Barrel and feel a bit hurt and agitated. Some people hurt me and even called me a nigger. My dad said he was on the phone...
My hand hurts because of Renee Fleming and Julie Andrews. 8|
Anyway, I had a neat time at the mall, better make a video about it and post it here.
I know there was this one old guy who was kinda big who seemed to somehow get the message downstairs at the end that people would start seeing fantasy simplified circles representing frogs, like. 8|
My hand hurts because of Renee Fleming and Julie Andrews. 8|
Anyway, I had a neat time at the mall, better make a video about it and post it here.
I know there was this one old guy who was kinda big who seemed to somehow get the message downstairs at the end that people would start seeing fantasy simplified circles representing frogs, like. 8|
STOP! 80
Now, I felt the outsides of my head like my dad's nose and my grandma's face, which they molded, like a Native American indian, except mine is smooth with grooves but not straight. I'm not mean! Quit ruining my life. What about other people's lives? They are not bothered like this, I hope.
I GOTTA GO!
I GOTTA GO!
WILL YOU STOP BOTHERING ME!
I GOTTA GO!
I heard a sick car swerving and thought of my brother, who I accidentally ended up posting baby pictures of before.
It sounded kinda metally, made me think of the trash can and my mom..
I heard a sick car swerving and thought of my brother, who I accidentally ended up posting baby pictures of before.
It sounded kinda metally, made me think of the trash can and my mom..
STOP IT YOU WORTHLESS NIGGERS, i SAID!.
Just because of the n word thing and that things pop in my head ... and stuff ... you think you can ruin my life.
Also
I noticed the picture of the little girl from NY...
HEY! A bunch of stuff just popped up on my screen!
I gotta get ready to go.
Hey! Now what? The messages won't stop!!!! Why now? Anyway?
HEY! A bunch of stuff just popped up on my screen!
I gotta get ready to go.
Hey! Now what? The messages won't stop!!!! Why now? Anyway?
Going Crazy
80 That picture of the thin long black woman with the laptop is haunting me!
And I just noticed the orange in the background of a link I posted.
And I just noticed the orange in the background of a link I posted.
Universal Horror Nights
My dad said my mom was gonna ask my brother to go. He doesn't want to. My dad will probably take me. I was supposed to look it up last night. We missed Beauty and the Beast. I don't remember what else I was gonna say.
Dream
Okay, I was in a big class with Ellen DeGeneres, who somehow affected me, and there were 2 fat ladies who came in.
The other one was long, longer. I got in a little trouble, oh yea, later. Oh wait. Before. I said something because I thought the teacher was being mean, my homeroom teacher in 12th grade, who did the senior play, mentioned her in a prior dream related to drama but forgot to say she was my senior play director... I think people just decided not to audition, now. I wouldn't have done it if I went back. So, then she rubbed my head with a paper, and it felt good. Hey, I look like her and my college piano teacher, who I am pretty sure is the younger sister of my 12th grade band director, who had a daughter in the 1st year of high school. Her daughter had fuzzy, crimped gold hair, very voluminous. My piano teacher was very bubbly with reddish brown, medium bright hair, with a triangle-ish nose like my homeroom teacher. So, then I had to step outside and got in trouble but not real, big trouble, just kinda there.
I was feeling good last night. I guess I felt best when my head was rubbed. It was saying something in words to me.
Hey, I just realized these dreams were both at school. I realized Ellen DeGeneres was saying fat ladies picking you up and like touching you was not her point in life. Well, good. Now, I just wonder what Tim Burton's is, well probably like her, born the same time. I guess my point is a little different. different generation but not submissive to just being stimulated, if you know what I mean... People who were young in the 80s were about being stimulated and not just classical like people born around 1960, and you can gues the rest, that a lot of kids had moms and dads born around 1950 or 1953 and that the ones born later were for some reason submissive to pleasure in a more 90s, sorta basic molded way, if you know what I mean... I gotta go, soon. I guess, later, like people born around 1998, were more awake to physical handling. 8|
The other one was long, longer. I got in a little trouble, oh yea, later. Oh wait. Before. I said something because I thought the teacher was being mean, my homeroom teacher in 12th grade, who did the senior play, mentioned her in a prior dream related to drama but forgot to say she was my senior play director... I think people just decided not to audition, now. I wouldn't have done it if I went back. So, then she rubbed my head with a paper, and it felt good. Hey, I look like her and my college piano teacher, who I am pretty sure is the younger sister of my 12th grade band director, who had a daughter in the 1st year of high school. Her daughter had fuzzy, crimped gold hair, very voluminous. My piano teacher was very bubbly with reddish brown, medium bright hair, with a triangle-ish nose like my homeroom teacher. So, then I had to step outside and got in trouble but not real, big trouble, just kinda there.
I was feeling good last night. I guess I felt best when my head was rubbed. It was saying something in words to me.
Hey, I just realized these dreams were both at school. I realized Ellen DeGeneres was saying fat ladies picking you up and like touching you was not her point in life. Well, good. Now, I just wonder what Tim Burton's is, well probably like her, born the same time. I guess my point is a little different. different generation but not submissive to just being stimulated, if you know what I mean... People who were young in the 80s were about being stimulated and not just classical like people born around 1960, and you can gues the rest, that a lot of kids had moms and dads born around 1950 or 1953 and that the ones born later were for some reason submissive to pleasure in a more 90s, sorta basic molded way, if you know what I mean... I gotta go, soon. I guess, later, like people born around 1998, were more awake to physical handling. 8|
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