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Post by Toasty4you on Apr 16, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
Neither can I. I have to swallow them with apple sauce. I cant even swallow pills, it's a phsycologic thing...... I almost never take pills, but when I do, I swallow it with some kind of soda.
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Post by Thoraxtheimpaler V2 on Apr 16, 2007 17:22:17 GMT -5
same here just when I do I swallow with apple sauce. Neither can I. I have to swallow them with apple sauce. I almost never take pills, but when I do, I swallow it with some kind of soda.
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Post by Salty on Apr 16, 2007 18:07:04 GMT -5
I cant do it at all......
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Post by Toasty4you on Apr 17, 2007 21:03:31 GMT -5
You know, I think I should write a poem.. I think I'll start in a few days..
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Post by Thoraxtheimpaler V2 on Apr 18, 2007 7:52:14 GMT -5
about what.
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Post by minimcbeef on Apr 19, 2007 16:42:14 GMT -5
Why does it matter? Alex wrote about nothing in paticular.
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Post by Thoraxtheimpaler V2 on Apr 19, 2007 17:30:16 GMT -5
I might just want to know.
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Post by TheYellowStain on Apr 19, 2007 17:42:10 GMT -5
I will write a poem about Breakfast!!!
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Post by odd odd on Apr 19, 2007 18:16:54 GMT -5
Breakfast? How does it start? Something like: "How I miss your whole-wheat grains Oh the pain, again and again..." xD
About a week ago I wrote a poem about materialism. Just thought I'd share that piece of information with all of you. In case you care. Which I doubt you people do... soo... =)
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Post by Toasty4you on Apr 19, 2007 18:47:41 GMT -5
How about:
I love my toast, my AngryToast He's the one I like to boast I carry him throughout the trees Just me and him, and him and me
Sounds like some kind of love poem.
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Post by Thoraxtheimpaler V2 on Apr 19, 2007 18:48:15 GMT -5
Entitle it "Breakfast, the most important meal of the day"
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Post by odd odd on Apr 19, 2007 18:54:31 GMT -5
How about: I love my toast, my AngryToast He's the one I like to boast I carry him throughout the trees Just me and him, and him and me Sounds like some kind of love poem. But then, you are somewhat in love with him anyways. It fits.
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Post by thanosguy on Apr 19, 2007 18:58:09 GMT -5
I shall make one about sandwiches.
Sandwiches are great, Although they cannot inflate, They can be PB and J, And make you cry whore ray!!
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Post by Toasty4you on Apr 19, 2007 19:03:07 GMT -5
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Post by Thoraxtheimpaler V2 on Apr 19, 2007 19:34:27 GMT -5
good use of whore ray.
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Post by thanosguy on Apr 19, 2007 20:09:35 GMT -5
Someone smited you, James. Yet no one has smited me!!
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Post by thanosguy on Apr 19, 2007 20:15:20 GMT -5
Hmm.... I'ma gonna make another one! It shall be about clothes: Why o why do we wear clothes? Wasting our money on pantyhoes, Society has become screwed, All because Abercrombie is rude, But I guess it's better than going nude. There's shirts and shorts and jeans, Which contain pockets that can hold jelley beans, And most importantly there is underwear, Which are very easy to tear. Ok, that stunk, but oh well, it was cool.
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 19, 2007 22:13:34 GMT -5
Heres one. Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back When this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. Love, Ewan.
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 19, 2007 22:14:28 GMT -5
Neither can I. I have to swallow them with apple sauce. I almost never take pills, but when I do, I swallow it with some kind of soda. Lucky. I take lets see... well, a lot of pills
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Post by TheYellowStain on Apr 20, 2007 7:06:13 GMT -5
poor poor James... has to learn to swallow pills before 50
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Post by Balmung Of The Azure Sky on Apr 21, 2007 7:24:18 GMT -5
Yeyyy, it's about flies! And it sewks.
What is this madness I hear? Buzzing in my ear? A fly, zooming around. I smash it angrily to the ground. And stomp on it so it's flat. I scoop it up and throw it outside, and that's that.
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Post by Balmung Of The Azure Sky on Apr 21, 2007 7:25:59 GMT -5
I'm sick. I don't know what medicine to pick. I can hardly breathe because of phlegm in my throat, I definitely couldn't sail a boat In this condition I should see a physician.
*coughchoke* feh....
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Post by MarioOfTheStars on Apr 21, 2007 10:27:29 GMT -5
I had this really good poem about a cross between a caterpillar and a dinosaur in 5th grade. I lost it... God, I wish I knew where it is.
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Post by TheYellowStain on Apr 22, 2007 0:50:14 GMT -5
Well here is my poem about breakfast
~AN ODE TO BREAkFAST~
Part: the Awakening
In the morning I do not dread for i am aware of what is ahead For I do not falter to lift my heavy eyes For I know what later lies
I scamper and scurry I am in such a hurry To enjoy and indulge this dawn I get up and get ready and start with a yawn
Quickly I go to wash my face and swiftly i brush and floss with lace Cause thou knows what is near I fastly cahnge my underwear
Into the Kitchen! my favorite room Here is gentle love, no doom I grab an egg or maybe two Some oil and a pan just for you
Shizzle, Sizzle, Pop, Crack The pancakes finish by the stacks Rolls and pastries tossed into the heat Now of bread, once of wheat
~interlude~
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Post by TheYellowStain on Apr 22, 2007 0:50:46 GMT -5
Part two: the BREAKFAST
Now, into thy yard of thy sets To gather the fruits of no regrets Flowers and fruits are all around And i must remember BREAKFAAAST for thy hound
I fetch a ladder and elevate thee Upon the side of my apple tree As the doctors always say you must eat an apple a day
Now I trek to the barn of old Where the cow dwells and also mold I churn the butter and gather the cheese And aquire some sweet, fresh milk as I please
Farther back, into the glade I find some mushrooms in the shade And near some bushes , red and black are raspberries oh tasty, that i take back
Back into the kitchen where I deposit my plunder I finish the baking, how delicious, I wonder I set the table in silver-clad And i display the roses , so calm not mad
I get ready to devour Upon this fateful hour That my girth will be satisfied I will eat and eat, until I am wide
For I HARK to the stars To the moons, venus, and MARS! FOR I GIVE THANKS TO THE ANCIENT GODS OF OLD FOR MY MAGNIFICENT, BREAKFAST OF GOLD!!!
Now I am done, how delicious it tasted for everything I gathered was not wasted For BREAKFAST has delivered me a nice munch Im really looking foward to lunch...
END
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Post by odd odd on Apr 22, 2007 17:17:50 GMT -5
Oh! Oh! I wrote a poem. Here's a portion:
"Material things: a diamond ring. Is that the cause of this fighting? There must be more to what we can't see - This can't be the death of all true things."
But, I swear, the poems people write at school are so funny. Way better than anything I write. xD Claire told me about one that went:
"I'm going to paint a picture, A picture with a twist, I'll paint it with a razor; I'll paint it on my wrist..."
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Post by minimcbeef on Apr 22, 2007 18:46:26 GMT -5
Good poems, both of ya. Remember that Newsboys song? "When the toast is burning all the milk is churning Captian Crunch is waving farewell When The Big One find you may this song remind you that they don't make breakfast in Hell.
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Post by odd odd on Apr 22, 2007 18:53:42 GMT -5
Tch. Yeah. I have a t-shirt that's all about that song. I used to recite that chorus all the time when I was a kid.
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Post by Toasty4you on Apr 22, 2007 21:03:14 GMT -5
Tch. Yeah. I have a t-shirt that's all about that song. I used to recite that chorus all the time when I was a kid.
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Post by TheYellowStain on Apr 22, 2007 21:14:23 GMT -5
isnt my poem the r0XX0r of sorts?
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