believe me here they come!

People just cant seem to grasp the concept that they are coming to eat your flesh. This is not about zombies or canables or a horde of  Matt Perry's. No this is about the robot army that will rain, yes rain like water or acid, from the heavans to bring utter doom to humanity. Plotting for years on planet Lagnovar, they have armed themselves for their attack. Why would they do this to us? because they feel we have a corrupt way of life. When people call a harvard graduate an idot who is doing nothing but bad, and they don't know what they are talking about, the robots frown apon that. This is because obviously a havard grad is way smarter than you and if you would freaking pay attiontion, instead of focusing on the fact that he is black, you woul see that his plans ar starting to work. Not like you idiots could do any better all you wanna do is keep us in war and stop spendin. HELLO! wake up spending is what keeps the cycle of our economy going to stop spending would take the economy to even worse than what you fools put it into in the first place. Once again this was your fault and we have to come save you but take the blame that we shouldnt get because it was your fault. That is why the robots are coming to kill us all.

The man with a plan.

I think I will have a impromtu party. My arbiter of a wife will not be there I have to make sure of it. Her burgeoning hate for drunk relations ruins the fun. She is on the other side of the river saying she feels cramped and needs a more capitious enviornment for awhile. I have told her with candor that there ius nothing wrong with a party, but she wont listen. So I will flood her side of the river with a copious amount of water sealing her away from my party. A party that will have a replete supply of beer and women. Ther is sure to be lots of alchohal permeated throughout everyone garenteeing a good time. I will not keep a pragmatic relationship with all the babes either. Once they see my prodigious act they will be all over me. BLAM!! What the? how in the world is a dog able to shoot itself.

what to write about

 Today I was suprised by the mission to write a story to you peole. Staring mindlessly into the screan trying to think of tsomething to write about I realized I had nothing. This could be problematic you see because not knowing exactly what I'm goin to say I am subjuect to say anything at any given moment. Even if I use one of my friends favorite terms like you are a moronic abomination I still have you so engulfed by my nothingness to notice that I just called you that. See you just said to yourself "called me what" I laugh at this because your still not really reading this nothingness. Still after all this previous writeing...... you know today I got some Zaxby's for lunch man was that good. One time I saw a shirt and it was funny because it said " stop reading me, siriously you wasteing vauleble time just staring reading this, dont you have anything better to do, well scence your claerly gonna stick around let me tell you a story, one day i was walking down a trail and i came across a paper that was titled "what to write about" do you wanna know what it said well see the top.

Operation G.G.W

My granny was never the type to understand propriety. Her false-angry snapps were usually faceious or even wry. Not this time, this time it was vary true and personal. How dare he beat her at bingo on her Wednesday night roll. That was her prize she deservied it. The way she thrashed at his neck was egregious ,and should have tipped him off. He still ,however,  had no clue that her nonsonerous attempt at his life. She is dead now and he is telling a specious story of how he caught her with the town preacher, and threatened to tell the whole town. I ,however, know the true story. I tried to tell people that the story they heard was not true ,but they find it insipid. I will no longer pander to this lie! BLAM!

good idea gone bad

day before,
This will be the best prank in school history. My name will go down as the man who broke away from all the hacneved pranks, and ran on his own wild adventure. I have planned it all out and will expail in didactly. I will run through the lunch room NAKED, and so as to be sure I am not cohesive, I will grease up. Kinda like the deaf guy in Family Guy. Good plan so far right? I'll run them into a corner and then out the back door to my escape. The new SRO officer is new and wont recognize me at all. This act will be so poignant and and stand out in peoples minds foever. Wish me luck.
day after
Well all was good but I didn't count on the tazers. Now I get to spend the night in jail. however I will be back with a more convaluted plan. Next time I will have a rapport friend along. I may even get an adage to see how I could avoid capture. Then when they all praise me for this prank I will have a florid speech prepared. I'll make this seem so cogent and good not like something I just made up. Time for round two.

my big word story of a man and a meteor

Bryan Pace has always been a unique guy. He use to be a normal cohesive young man, with lots of friends. Then one might as he was walking home from a party there was a bright light. The light got brighter and brighter untill finally BLAM! Poor bryan had been struck by a meteor. This was ironict because the day before he heard an adage  from his grandmother. She told him "always watch your back cause you never know when you'll be struck by a meteor." Bryans life was forever changed. His speech was no longer florid. he started useing hacknved words like "ok" and "cool". His rapport relationship with his best friend crumbled. his emotions became effusive, and was easily angered. Bryan developed a convoluted love for the dead. He was didactic with everyone he talked to, instisting that they learn about the dead. It was in that moment Bryan decided to be a funeral director, and be with the only thing that made him feel good. He followed up on his dream and found the dead to be poignant. He was often reduced to tears. Bryan, however, loves his work and lives hapily.

This is me no, it is, no im kidding its me

I like to think of myself as a pretty cool likeable funny guy. A few things you should know about me are.
I love the Duke Blue Devills.
I run xc and I think its a ton of fun.
I plan to attend Duke.
I run my life around my storts I don't know what i would do if i didnt have them.
I do pretty good in school.
History is my favorite and I hate math with a passion.
I spend lots of time with my friends and I wrestle sharks in my spare time.
I jump off cliffs to give me the advantage of suprise on the sharks they never see me comeing.
I am a arsonist but if i get an A i wont burn your house down. ha
I enjoy mid air bike rideing and hanging out with girls.
One expierience that i would love to have is skydiveing without a parachute and being caught by my partner and being able to say i jumped out of a plane with no parachute and made it.