I got stabbed today by a pencil. You might not think that would hurt, but it does. Makes it hard to type. Speaking of injuries, I got the wind knocked out of me by a girl because I said something "Offensive". Personally, I think I can say whatever I want to because what I say is the truth. Also I was thinking, in the batman comics Robin figured out Batmans identidity. If a 13 year old can figure out who he is, how come the joker can't? Or Two-face? How come they can't look at Bruce Wayne and say, Wow, He sure is Muscular for a Buisness man who sleeps all day. I mean, serriously! Also, Pants. I HATE PANTS! Don't ask why, I just hate them.
Live Long And Prosper!
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16 years ago
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Greetings!
I come in peace with a touch of anarchy. Hope I am accepted as such. Sorry 'bout the pencil thing. Maybe it is the pencil, not the pen, that is mightier than the sword. Consider some neosporin ointment?
I'll write again. The 42, it's nice. :-)
this thing you have is stupid and your friend joe is my camra man
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