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Post by Trogdor on May 5, 2007 14:09:06 GMT -5
It shows you what happens when you mix alcohol and driving.
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Post by Trogdor on May 5, 2007 9:07:25 GMT -5
We all know the Number 1 New York Times Bestselling author books. This is one of them. I would like to make a thread on these passages. If you have a Chicken soup book and have a passage or poem you like or feel strong about, please post it here and let others read it. This is one I am contributing.
The Final Act
Screeching tires, shattering glass
Twisting metal, fiberglass.
The scene is set, it all goes black,
The curtain raised, the final cat.
Sirens raging in the night,
Sounds of horror, gasps of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood,
Tearing eyes begin to flood.
They pull out bodies one by one.
What's going on? We were only having fun!
My friend is missing. What did I do?
Her belongings everywhere,
In the road there lies her shoe
A man is leaning over me and looks into my eyes,
"What were you thinking, son?
Did you really think you could drive?"
He pulls up the sheet, still looking at me,
"If you'd only called your mom or dad, you'd still be alive."
I start to scream, I start to yell
But no one can hear me, no one can tell.
They put me in an ambulance, they take me away.
The doctor at the hospital exclaims, "DOA
My father's in shock, my mother in tears,
She collapses in grief, overcome by fear.
They take me to this house and place me in this box.
I keep asking what is happening,
But I can't make it stop.
Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I'm starting to get mad.
My mother leans over me and kisses me good-bye,
My father pulls her away, while she is screaming,
"WHY?"
They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so cold, I yell to be saved.
Then I see an angel, I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
And she tells me that I died.
I can't be dead, I'm still so young!
I want to do so many things.
Like sing and dance and run.
What about college or graduation day?
What about a wedding? Please- I want to stay.
The angel looks upon me, and with a saddended voice,
"It didn't have to end like this, you knew you had a choice.
I'm sorry, it's to late now, time I can't turn back.
Your life is finished- that, my son, is fact."
Why did this happen? I didnt want to die!
The angel embraces me an with her words she sighs,
"Son, this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
It doesnt matter if you beg me, or plead on bended knee,
There is nothing I can do, you have to come with me."
Looking at my family, I say me last good-bye.
"I'm sorry I disapointed you, Dad.
Mommy, please don't cry.
I didnt mean to hurt youo, or cause you any pain.
I'm sorry all your left with is a grave that bears my name.
I'm sorry all your dreams for me have all been ripped away,
The plans for my future now buried in a grave.
"It was a stupid thing to do,
I wish I could take it back.
But the curtain is being lowered now.
So ends my final act.
By Lisa Teller
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STUFF
Apr 30, 2007 20:59:43 GMT -5
Post by Trogdor on Apr 30, 2007 20:59:43 GMT -5
I love it! It was, beautiful  So happy |
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 28, 2007 12:31:18 GMT -5
I know. The only group of math teachers that are cool in the school is GT math teachers.
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 28, 2007 9:30:46 GMT -5
interlame- when someone steals your internet, and its Lame Procrastalame- (i beleive everyone hs experianced this) the last ditch effort to get the completion grade, but ends up your answers are all wrong, AND IS LAME Um... did the whole friggin' school hear about that? Well Mrs. Ingram can just go... never mind. The devil would be scared of her. |
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:43:11 GMT -5
And reserve, and yes i have that many sniglets.
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:42:42 GMT -5
reserve
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:42:21 GMT -5
reserve
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:42:02 GMT -5
reserve
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:41:46 GMT -5
Circumpoopulate- to finish off a popsicle laterally because the frontal approach causes one to gag
combiloops- the two or three unsuccessful passes before finally opening a combination locker
cornicle- breaded washer left on the stick after eating a corndor
countersaurus- any person who orders two pieces of cheesecake and a Tab
the cranial stomp- a somewhat primitive dance performed by youngsters trying to step on the heads of their shadows
Oh gosh, I will finish this one tomarrow. There are ants all over my computer. But my mom and dad dont see them. I think i need to go to bed
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 27, 2007 20:41:25 GMT -5
Sniglets- any word that doesnt apper in the dictionary, but should
alpopuck- any empty dish pushed around the kitchen floor by a dog trying to get the last morsel
malibugaloo- a dance that affects barefoot beachgoers on hot summer days
aets- a greek symbol on the water fountaion handles
agonosis- syndrome of tuning into "Wide World of Sports" every Saturday just to wathc the skier rack himself
airdirt- a hanging plant that's been ignored for three weeks or more
anchority- a groups final, hard fought decision on what toppings to order on pizza
B+ Stampede- the attempt by halp the classroom to clain the paper with no name on it
Backspackle- Markings on the back of one's shirt from riding a fenderless bicycle
Backspubble- dishwater tht disapperes down one drain of a double sink and comes out the other
baldage- the accumulation of hair in the drain after showering.
banectomy- the removal of bruises on a banana
bargus- the area on the windshield that the wipers can't reach
bazookacidal
tendencies- the overwhelming desire of most individuals to reach out and pop the gigantic gum bubble billowing from someone's mouth
beavo- a pencil with teetch marks all over it
bimp- a blurry or double edged felt tip marker
bixplex- psychological block in which a person cannot choose which color of disposable lighter to purchase
bizoos- the millions of tiny individual bumps that make up a basket ball
blooage- the residue left on fingers after using an S.O.S. pad
blurfle- to be caught talking at the top of ones longs when the music at the bar or disco suddently stops
bomca- a lubricant derived from the salivary gland used for turning book pages
bowlikinetics- the act of trying to control a released bowling ball by twisting one's body in the direction one wants it to go
brazel- a scratch plate on a matchbook
bubblic- addicted to the systematic popping of the bubbles in packing material
bugpedal- to accelerate or decelerate rapidly in an attempt to remove a clinging insect from a car's windshield
burgacide- when a hamburger can't take any more torture and hurls itself through the grill into the coals
butthenge- a pile of cigarette butts occupying a parking lot space
+buttnic- the crevice on an ashtray where the cigarette rests
buzzacks- people in phone marts who walk around picking up display moble phones and listening for dial tones even when they know the phones are not connected
caffidget- to break up a styrofoam coffee cup into several hundred pieces after consuming its contents
caltitude- the heigtht to which a cat's rear end can rise to meet the hand stroking it
carperimeter- the zone between the wall and the end of the vacuum cleaner where dirt is safe
catlapse- the amount of time a cat sleeping on his owners lap has to awake and prepare to hit the floor before the owner stands up
cellostatic- the electrical property of cracker and cigarette wrappers that cause them to stick to your hand
chain gang walk- activity observed in the footwear section of cheap department stores when the shoes are wired together for your convenience
checkuary- the thirteenth month of the year. Begins New Years day and ends when a person stops absent mindedly writing the old year on his checks
cheeriomagnetization- the tendency of the last four or five Cheerios in a bowl to cling together for survival
chiclecodus- any attempt by a gumball to sneak out of the chute and roll past the buyer
chipfault- the stress point on a potato chip where it breaks off and stays behind in the dip
chubble- the aerobic movement combining deep-knee bends and sideward hops used when trying to get into panty hose
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~Toasty4you
I edited it a little bit..
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 26, 2007 17:59:25 GMT -5
Meh Oh meh come meh on meh Beef, meh, do meh you meh think meh that meh meh meh would meh catch meh on?
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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 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 15, 2007 14:32:16 GMT -5
you shouldn't do drugs, period. What if your doctor tells you to take them? |
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 12, 2007 16:47:54 GMT -5
Not illigal one anyway.
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 11, 2007 20:06:45 GMT -5
dream on.
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 3, 2007 18:19:59 GMT -5
I'd give it a +3 out of 4. *crowd applauds ILA* That is sad. I would give is a 4+ out of 4. |
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Poems!
Feb 22, 2007 18:04:13 GMT -5
Post by Trogdor on Feb 22, 2007 18:04:13 GMT -5
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Poems!
Feb 21, 2007 20:59:29 GMT -5
Post by Trogdor on Feb 21, 2007 20:59:29 GMT -5
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA I HATE ENGLISH CLASS
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 20, 2007 19:58:53 GMT -5
Not in story:
Toasty, If you dont put my part in, I will turn you from AngryToast, To Used-to-be-toast-but-over-cooked-it-and-now-I-am-a-Pile-of-ashes.
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 19, 2007 15:14:50 GMT -5
I am going to go watch some Monty Python on You Tube
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 19, 2007 14:01:10 GMT -5
Satan: You can't kill me! I'm immortal! Only God can kill me, or any other part of the holy trinity. Dont even go there. Dont even think about it. I dont want to go on another rant. |
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 18, 2007 19:10:13 GMT -5
PUT MY PART IN THE STORY
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 18, 2007 13:43:46 GMT -5
Dont make me turn you into burntToast
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 18, 2007 13:37:35 GMT -5
Trogdor: Never I will go with them If you like it or not! *pulls out anti tank gun and blows a whole in a wall.*
Trogdor:Wait for mee!!
Toasty: Fiddlesticks.
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 18, 2007 13:20:22 GMT -5
Trogdor: Wait up Kirei and KocrSpinal! I want to come to!
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 18, 2007 12:12:13 GMT -5
Sure lets.
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 16, 2007 19:48:30 GMT -5
*Real Trogdor comes in* Curses! Its my evil clone Trogdor!
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Post by Trogdor on Mar 16, 2007 19:43:36 GMT -5
Satan: No. These are temptations. You will sit in this room for an eternity and everytime a new Gamesystem comes out, It will be in this room. But, You will never be able to play the games. You can only stare at the consoles.
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