Commentary On Heads Up ! Heads Down !

Commentary On Heads Up ! Heads Down !
Heads up! Heads up!
Here 's another one!
And a, and another one
Oh!
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain 't trying to hear!
Get back motherfucker! You don 't know me like that!
(Get back motherfucker! You don 't know me like that!)
Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain 't playing around!
Make one false move I 'll take ya down
Who!! S–s–so c 'mon c 'mon
Don 't, get swung on, swung on
It 's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That 's why I pack a mac, that 'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there 's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain 't speaking about balling, balling
Just thinking about brawling till y 'all start bawling
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I 'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don 't make me lose it!
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain 't trying to hear!

Yeek yeek woop woop!
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The C-Word: The Power Of Words
"CUNT" The C–Word Words matter. They have the power to hurt or heal. The words we choose
have consequences. They reveal our prejudices and our character. They are a product of our culture
and our cultures prejudices. The word "cunt" is currently thought of as one of the most offensive
words in the English language. The Merriam Webster Dictionary defines it as an obscene reference
to the female genital organs. The etymology of the word cunt is uncertain. Most scholars agree that
it came from the Proto–Germanic word "kunto". This term may have been derived from the Proto–
Indo–European root "gen/gon" which means to create or become as in gonads, genital, gene or the
Proto–Endo–European root "gwneh/guneh "woman". There are ... Show more content on
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This is one of those words. Others are "Nigger, fag, kike, chink, wetback, retard." Using gendered
slurs is oppressive to women regardless of context because it supports a misogynistic culture just as
using racial slurs support a racist culture. It also shows a lack of compassion, consideration and
imagination. Women fall in three camps as to their responses to the word: Those who find it
offensive, those who do not, and those who want to reclaim it and change it from something
negative to something positive. Some women claim to not be offended by the word because they
either have not been the victim of such verbal abuse or because they believe it has lost much of its
power to wound and dehumanize. But I believe allowing men or women to continue to use gender
slurs only perpetuates and supports the social norms that are misogynist and try to keep women in
their place. Women are trying to reclaim the word "cunt". It has the potential to be a word of power,
to be a word that honors a women's ability to create life from her womb. Eve Einsler in the Vagina
Monologues has a piece that tries to do this. And other women are likewise drawn to the word's
history and power and hope to change its meaning. But like the word "nigger" it cannot be reclaimed
or used without its negative connotations by those that have not been the objects of its

The Death Of Darkness By The Sun Went Down
As I am sure it was in the civilian law enforcement world, once the sun went down, things got
interesting on base. The cover of darkness invited trouble; as was the case when you were securing a
base with a 27–mile perimeter with only about seven miles of fence line intact. However, when a
full moon illuminated that dark sky, those nights were busier, crazier, and more dangerous than
nights when the moon was dim. I had heard the myths and folklore that associated the full moon
with mystical powers that had the ability to induce erratic behaviors including, suicides, homicides,
emergency room calls, traffic accidents and fights. Hell, I had seen multiple Hollywood horror flicks
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As we got closer, the women waved and motioned for us to come over. Keith stopped the vehicle,
and ordered me to go see if something was wrong. I grabbed my M–16, exited the vehicle, and
walked over to assess the situation. After all, if help was needed, we didn't want to desert them.
"Hello ma'am, I'm Airman Bowers from the 3rd SPS. Is there anything we can do for you? Is
everything okay?
"Yes, everything is okay. We just wanted to say hi and offer you guys something to eat if you are
hungry."
Intrigued by the offer, I said, "Stand–by let me go ask my Sgt."
I headed back to inform Keith that the ladies were very friendly and wanted to know if we were
hungry. Keith smiled and replied, "Shit man, let's go get some grub."
We returned to the lawn, welcomed by friendly, flirty smiles. Keith asked, "Do you have and iced
tea or soda?"
The ladies giggled and said, "No but we have rum if you want."
With disappointment in his eyes, Keith told them, "We are on duty and alcohol is not allowed."
The ladies broke out in roaring laughter, as they asked our names. They introduced themselves and
we learned they were from Thailand. Their English was poor at best and based on their ages, they
met their husbands during the Vietnam War. One of the ladies said her name was Kat. Being a
smartass kid I responded with, "Cat like the animal or Kat like the candy bar?"
They all laughed and she said, "Candy bar."
Keith and I hung around

Weekly Shits Summary
After reading the article The Weekly Shits I would that I totally agree with what the writer. Not only
does he standing for all injustice that is often too hard for most people to agree and have a truly
conversation about history and problems that are still a current he points out all of the bias with two
main focuses on racism and sexism. Most People with privileges often does see it or are to blind to
the fact. When a person who has a good heart know they have most advantage and privileges they
often give back if they not society blind. As I was reading this article it made think about how we
still do live in where sexism and racism significantly greatly approached. Not only is this about
prejudging a book by its cover it's deeper than

Explain Why The Shooter Shit Bloke Williams Award
Ben: Ladies and gentlemen. It's now the time of the night where things take a more serious turn. All
of the glorified encouragement awards have been handed out, so it's time to get real. Shooter: I'm
truly privileged to have such an award named after me. The Shooter shit bloke Williams award will
live on for ever due to the courageous efforts of the following people. Ben: the nominees are:
Douglas Hull: for ditching his team not once, but twice throughout the year. Once to go to a St Kilda
game and the other to go to a fucking Ed Sherran concert. Fuck you Doug that's why we didn't make
finals. (Shooter holds me back as I get angry at the cunt) Shooter: Cootah "I have no clue of your
real name" Coote, for having the must amounts of fines,

The Animation : The 3d Animation
When I first started this Anime, I found it extremely weird, starting with how the story unfolds, the
characters and most importantly: the 3D Animation. It was an extremely weird concept to begin
with. I had a hard time enjoying the Anime at first. I saw myself fading in and out. The first 3
episodes were kind of a mess because some details weren't explained yet and I struggled to follow
the Plot.
After ep 3 everything cleared up and I actually enjoyed it to a good extent. I'm not saying it is a
masterpiece. Nooo, god no. It is far away from being one. There are many plot holes where none of
the writers even bothered to fill them up. And yet I highly enjoyed its weird story and slightly above
average CGI.
______________ #4 – Hai to Gensou no Grimgar This is probably one of A1–Pictures most
beautiful Anime. From the calming and stylish backgrounds to the smooth Animation and vibrant
colors. The show has a general calm feeling to it. Watching the character cast live their daily lives
soothes my soul.
And then there's this bullshit
I have many big problems with this show. First of all, the pacing is unimaginably slow. That's not
the biggest problem because here is this:
Why are they brought to this world? Who brought them there? Who created this world? Why does
nobody give a fuck about their previous worlds? The whole thing is so unrealistic. I mean, yeah,
they fight for their lives daily but why are they not even trying to figure out or thinking about how
they got

junk and shit Essay
Reflection or Fabrication?"
Since the beginning of civilized society, man has been infatuated with entertainment.
From the ancient Grecian Plays and bloody Roman gladiators to Hollywood productions and
Broadway musicals, people have always loved to be entertained. The forms of entertainment have
changed, but not the effects that they have on the spectators. Movies, Television, Musicals, and
even Music itself, all have a profound effect on the people who loose themselves in the magical
(and sometimes hypnotic) charm of the entertainment. It is a way to escape the everyday hustle
and bustle of the sometimes chaotic "real world" and just get lost in the story. Here ... Show more
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It shows the
audience that humans are not able to be civil, instead they must first resort to a violent behavior
and a reckless attitude with the consequences being left to worry about later. Since the
introductory or the television in the 1950's, the homicide rate has doubled(CDC.gov). The violent
shows also cater to children. A study done by the American Psychological Association concluded
that the average child will have witnessed 8,000 murders and over 100,000 different acts of
violence by the time he or she will have completed the 5th grade. It was also determined that a
child will have spent over 22,000 hours watching television by the time he or she graduates from
highschool. That's twice as many hours than that child spent in school their entire life.(APA.org)

A child exposed to such violent programs has been proven to be more aggressive than those not
exposed, especially if that child goes un–punished (MSNBC.com).
Another great contributor to the violence obtained by children are video games. Coming a
long way since "Pong" and "Asteroids", today's games are full of real life scenarios and violent
behavior. Violence that is so realistic, it's almost unreal.
On November 9th 2004, stores across America were overflowing with customers who were
waiting in line to buy the newest video game, Halo 2. The game was created

Essay about Nietzsche, Kundera, and Shit
Friedrich Nietzsche saw himself surrounded by a world of human constructs. Humanity had become
a herd, clinging to these concepts like cattle grazing at a favorite patch of grass. Individual identity
struggled to exist. The morality of the mediocre reigned supreme. Nietzsche lived in a dead world.
Milan Kundera lives in the world today. His world is dead much like Nietzsche's. Denial is the focal
point of society. Society assimilates difference and denies what cannot be assimilated. In his novel,
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Kundera relies on the word kitsch to describe the force of
denial. "Kitsch is a absolute denial of shit" (Kundera 248). Kitsch is an inescapable part of the
human condition.
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Essentially this entails supporting the notion that human existence is justified and advantageous by
appealing to God or his ideological equivalent. It is necessary for kitsch to blind its followers not
only to shit but to death as well in order to promote this agreement with being. "Tereza's dream
reveals the true function of kitsch: kitsch is a folding screen set up to curtain off death" (Kundera
253). Kitsch teaches us to ascribe higher meanings to our lives beyond shit or death. Kitsch is, in
one sense, a more generic term for Nietzsche's concept of morality. Even Nietzsche's own craft,
philosophy, is not exempt from the powers of kitsch.
"Philosophy itself is this tyrannical drive itself,
the most spiritual will to power ...it always
creates the world in its own image" (Beyond 16).
Philosophy, thus, is a movement toward kitsch of some sort.
Kitsch is fundamentally connected to Reason. For Nietzsche both are deeply rooted in denial.
Reason inscribes everything within a common frame of reference and consequently avoids the here
and now. Reason totalizes. It is a barrier to the present. It robs the individual of sensibility and
responsibility. Abstract concepts, people, places become objectified and subject to a rational truth
(Beyond 16). Reason lies to us; that is its purpose and "we are accustomed to lying" (Beyond 105).

Milkovich: A Short Story
"Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich" the large set male said from across the room which led the raven
haired inmate to raise his perfectly shaped eyebrows before saying "what the fuck do you want pig?"
the guard just rolled his eyes letting the comment go "you are getting out milkovich. Let's go"
Mickey smirked before laughing softly before following the guard out and signing all of the paper
work that he was basically forced to sign so he could get probation instead of rioting in his shithole
prison for the next 10 years. The man grabbed his bag of stuff that he came into the prison with and
quickly changed into the black shirt that he wore for his son's christening and when he was
searching for Ian. The 5'7 man walked out of the prison not expecting anyone to be there but if ...
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Mickey snapped out of his thoughts as Mandy spoke quietly "He's doing good. He's an EMT. His
fiancee is north side fuck face but i guess that's good" Mickey chuckled softly at Mandy before
looking at her as best as he could given the fact she has yet removed her head from his shoulder
"That's good expect the North side things because that's just pathetic" Mandy laughed softly "Yeah"
Mickey would never say it out loud but he was proud of Ian for getting his shit together. The man
opened the door getting out with Mandy closely attached to his hip hugging his arm again. This
wasn't new for Mandy she often clung to whatever brother just got out of Jail it was her way of
saying " I miss you" The older Milkovich boys knew what she meant by her clinginess and the older
boys never complained because they understand. All of the Milkovich kids which was Colin, Joey,
Jamie, Iggy, Mickey and Mandy in that order from oldest to youngest they all had a beer watching
whatever Iggy decided to put on

A Morning of Passion and Pain
They were lying on the bed naked; Their legs intertwined, allowing the sweat they had vigorously
worked up moments ago to dry upon their skin. Carol shivered as Daryl slowly ran the tips of his
fingers along her rib cage, skimming the underside of her breast, and back down again. He repeated
the motion over and again, causing her body to quake with longing. The second time around had
been a slow, but amazing, loving. There wasn't a spot on her body that Daryl hadn't traced or
sculpted with his hands. His fingers had lovingly worshiped every dip and curve, sending waves of
pleasure throughout her body. When she had reached her peak, tingles had rushed through her body,
and her vision had gone blurry. All she could feel was the instant lightness her body was
experiencing, and the aching throb between her legs. Carol rest her head upon Daryl's shoulder,
gently running her fingers over the muscled ridges of his stomach. She looked up at him and placed
a hand upon his chest. "Did you lock the door?" She murmured softly. It occurred to her that anyone
could walk in on them while they were both lying there naked as the day they were born. Daryl was
staring up at the ceiling with a small smile. "No. They know better than ta come in here though." He
replied, his voice deep and gravelly. Carol stared up at him with a lazy smile. "I hope so." She
quipped. "I'd hate for Carl to bust in and see us lying here like this." Daryl snorted as his body shook
with silent laughter. "It

Reflection About Masculinity Of Sex
I've come to identify with the masculinity of my gender and establish my sexual orientation as a
hetereosexual individual during the earlier stages of my life. Because my older siblings, not to
mention my parents, would discuss their sexual experiences in my presence, my curiosity was
peaked. Thus, I began to explore my sexuality. During my pre–teenage years, I had already engaged
in numerous sex related acts. In comparison to the typical 7 year old boy, I would have to say my
mind developed at a much faster rate growing up. Through pornographic films and self–stimulation,
my knowledge of sex expanded exponentially. I was 7 when i first grabbed a woman's ass. As I
watched Mrs. Miller, my second grade teacher, lecture the class in her tight, little skirt, I experienced
my first boner during class. Despite the obvious differences in age and stature, I fantasized about
fucking her every class session. Because my sexual craving for Mrs. Miller was so intense, I
disregarded all possible consequences in one class session and firmly squeezed her fat ass. As
expected, I was scolded and instructed to never do it again. Although the school, as well as my
parents, essentially forbid me from exploring my sexuality, I secretly disobeyed them. I browsed
through countless porn sites. Depending on the day, I searched for either busty MILFS or blonde
lesbians. From that moment on, I had wet dreams roughly every other night. However, since these
thoughts and actions were considered shameful

My Favorite Experience
It was a dark and stormy night, and my family and I had dinner reservations at one of the top
restaurants in Toronto. On this day, I woke up feeling a bit tingly and excited, and it wasn't because I
had taken viagra the night before. No, I could tell that something interesting was going to happen
that day – I could just feel it. On a side note, it was father's day that day, and to celebrate this yearly
tradition, we had rented out a VIP–style room at STK, my favourite steak restaurant. The day went
by as any other day, and the moment 6 o' clock hit, my family and I put on our best snobbish attire
and hit the scene. We arrived at STK at 6:35, just on time for our 6:45 reservation and were escorted
to our seating area. Leather–lined walls, contemporary lighting, wood that smelt of rich mahogany,
our private room was a Grade–A shit–hole. Without hesitation, we immediately sat down in our
seats as the waiter handed out menus. The menu consisted of a variety of delicious dead animals
such as duck, cow, and turkey. I, of course, chose the steak. To precede our hearty steaks, we all got
appetizers. I chose asparagus due to it's infamous effects on my pee. Me being a humours fellow, I
love it when my pee can smell equally funny. Nonetheless, our appetizers arrived, they were
delicious and we ordered seconds. As we were engaging in mundane conversation about the usual
family get–together topics, like the holocaust, my little sister noticed a few large men standing
outside our

The Most Popular Word Of Fuck
Out of all the words that start with an F, fuck is the only word that is considered the "F word". There
are many origins of this word, some may appear to be true due to the way we use this word in
context today,but don't be fooled, quite a few origins of this word are actually false. Fuck has taken
place of many words throughout the years, but this generation is breaking tradition. I think this word
will be around for a long time and sooner or later it will be part of our daily vocabulary. A study on
Facebook shows that within three days, the word fuck is used over 9.5 million times, and the
numbers are growing more and more each day. ("The Most Popular Swear Words on Facebook")
The origin of fuck has been misunderstood for many years. One ... Show more content on
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Anytime the word fuck was used before the 15th century it was used to describe a type of hit or
strike during a fight. ("Etymology of Fuck") ("On the Origin of Fuck") The word "swive" meant to
have sexual intercouse back in the day, swive was the equivalent to fuck now–a–days. The word
swive came from the Middle English, but isn't used as consistently as it was back then. Then, "shag"
came in place of swive in the 18th century and used mostly by the British. Fuck was first used in the
Austin Powers film, many people boycotted the film and tried to get it banned from being played in
theatres, but the complaints were not upheld and the movie continued to be made. ("The Definition
of Shag")("A Fucking Short History of the F–Word")
There are many different meanings of the word fuck. The most commonly used definition of the
word fuck is to "ruin or damage" which is used as a verb. An example of the word fuck used in
context would be "Oh fuck! I just stubbed my toe!" The second most commonly used definition is
"to have sexual intercourse with someone" in which the word is also used as a verb but, on
occasions, it can also be used as a noun. An example the sexual version of fuck used as a verb in a
sentence is, "I would fuck Libby, if I wasn't married to Martha." Fuck can also be used as a noun,
when used as a noun it is an act of sexual intercourse. An example of the noun version of the word
fuck is, "Caroline and I had a fuck in my

Personal Essay : How Did I Get In A Tree
Through the murky depths, pain was the first thing I felt.
Stabbing brands of pain radiated outwards in eternal waves, dragging me awake. I opened my eyes,
blinking as I took in my surroundings. The sky was overcast but light, suggesting the time as
somewhere in the afternoon.
Rain crashed down from above, creating a constant droning sound as it hit the forest floor in a
million different places at once. Leaves flailed not from wind, but from the impact of droplets.
Then I looked at the factory of pain that was my arm, and remembered everythung that happened.
Knife. He took my knife. And broke my arm. How did I get in a tree?
The last thing I recalled was blacking out due to his godforsaken magic, and that was at night. Now,
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Okay. Okay. I've done this before– I can do this again. Taking a deep breath, I gave the fractured end
a push inwards, letting out a pained hissing noise the whole time.
When it was knuckle's length in, I took a rest, breathing heavily as the fire came in, unending in it's
siege. I lay there for a while as the pain lessened over time. Once it was back to its former level of
agony, I continued readjusting the bone.
Resting the arm on my knee, I was avout to give the bone another push, when my hand slipped. I
ended up shoving the end in a lot harder than I wanted or needed.
I think I might have screamed, but I wasn't sure. My vision turned blindingly white, then red, before
splotches of black took over and dragged me to oblivion once more.
~
I awoke not that long later, judging by the sky. Or perhaps it was an entire day later, there was no
way for am to tell. I looked at my arm again. The bone was inside after that ordeal, but still not set.
Round two, I thought. I took hold of the arm in my other hand, and with an explosion of pain,
snapped the bone back into place. I fell backwards again,st the trunk and lay there for a while more,
panting and trying to calm my senses. Now for the other bone. This one was much easier, and was
nudged into place with no small amount of lightning bolts flying to my head.

Thankfully, I didn't pass out again.
The worst of the pain over, I rewarded myself with a long rest, trying to think of anything

Light Me Up
"Louis your break ended 5 minutes ago, get back to work."
Louis screamed from the back room, slamming his phone down defeatedly, "Zayn I hope you know
you're the reason I didn't beat my record on flappy bird, I hope you know you're the reason all my
dreams are shattered and my poor, poor, lonely– did I say poor? heart is shattered on the floor
because I will never feel the success o–"
"Jesus Christ Lou, shut the fuck up and get back to work," Zayn rolled his eyes, adding, "and will
you delete that shit game its brainwashing you."
Louis gasped, "Excuse me Za–"
"Louis! Code three! Code three!" Louis stood up abruptly, stumbling over the diner chair and
ignoring Zayn.
"Code three, shit, shit. Perrie!" he yelled, straightening out his apron and flipping his fringe, "Perrie!
Perrie! Quick how do I look?"
"Code three? Whats code three?" Liam and Zayn mumbled at the same time, giving each other
confused looks as Perrie ran past them and into the back room where a distressed Louis was fixing
his hair and straightening his outfit.
"Hair looks good, eyes look good, oh wait–" Perrie licked her thumb, wiping the sauce off that was
crusted in the corner of his mouth, "alright teeth check."
Louis smiled, flashing his teeth, murmuring through them, "Hurry! Hurry!"
"Okay, okay god Louis, do the turn around."
Louis quickly spun around, shaking his hands. "Am I good? How does the bum look?"
Zayn popped in the door, "What the hell is code three?"
"Zayn go away we're busy!" Louis

Creative Writing: Bastion's Suicide
"Probably not, Ash," Ethan sighed. He had always thought it'd be a SWAT team or a mob squad or
some crazed villain that could come kicking down his door, not two kids with fetishes. Still, now
was time to start phasing all of it somewhere else. He couldn't really call his Hollow secret now,
could he? Well, it was arguable that he couldn't before, but now that two of the people involved in
Bastion's suicide had found it, he'd need to move it. All of it. The very thought of the logistics of it
gave him a headache. With a huff of air from his mouth, Ethan pushed out of his chair. He tapped a
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"How do you guys like your burgers? Spicy, not spicy? Cooked well, medium well? Give me some
hints, guys. Ash, you're not going to have a drink? Want some tea, then? I don't have much that's
perishable." Bags of produce and a mound of hamburger swung with Ethan as he turned around,
moving to his counter and then staring at Donny and Ash. Ash was still standing, looking too tired to
do even that. Donny had lain himself out on a big couch that Ethan couldn't remember sitting in, and
was simultaneously jealous and amused. "Spicy. Medium well is fine, thanks." Ash muttered,
dragging herself to a stool near Ethan's affixed bar. She turned, looked at Donny, then turned back to
Ethan. "As spicy as you can possibly make it." Her tone was almost threatening, and Ethan knew
why. "Donny, how about you?" "Nah, I'm good." "Donny, you're in my house, you'll follow my
rules. You're eating." "Nah, I'm

Where Do I Start?
Well where do I start, because I know he did a lot of things to me throughout the past two years that
I would just ignore and forgive him for, but this was the straw that broke the camel 's back ... On the
night of Tuesday, January 6th, 2015. He had phoned my house asking me to come and drink with
him, even though I had court the next morning. I obliged and waited for him and his uncle to pick
me up, which they did. So after a while of drinking with him he started to get agitated and tense,
mostly due to him expecting me to just show up and make him the center of attention, constantly
talk about him like I 'm some sort of sycophantic wing–man (basically sit there waste my time and
talk all about him, like he just saved the fucking world from impending doom) so he can "get
pussy", but I didn 't so he started to get visibly annoyed by that, mostly because Alanna O ' Laney 's
attention towards him somewhat waned as she was on her social media account using his uncle 's
desktop personal computer. So after a while he started to ramble on and blame me for trivial things
and naming my mother as a "Rat" and a few muttered sentences after he unjustly referred to my
step–brother as a "Faggot" and then continued to ramble all sorts of verbal bile. (that was when I
thinking to myself "why am I wasting my time here with somebody that is obviously trying to take
advantage of me? I mean there is really no reason associate with someone who is not going to be of
any benefit in the long

Autobilography of Zlatan Ibrahimovic
"I AM ZLATAN"
By Zlatan Ibrahimovic as told to David Lagercrantz
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This book is dedicated to my family and friends, to those who have stood by my side, on good days
and bad. I also want to dedicate it to all the kids out there, those who feel different and don 't fit in.
Those who are seen for the wrong reasons. It 's OK to be different. Continue being yourself. It
worked out for me.
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CHAPTER 1
Pep Guardiola, the coach in Barcelona, with his grey suits and troubled face, came up to me looking
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It was the most stupid decision of my entire life. I was still killing on the field. But it wasn 't as fun
anymore.
I even thought about quitting football. Not that I would break my contract, I 'm a professional. But I
lost the fun. And then came Christmas break. We went to Åre and I rented a snowmobile. Whenever
life stands still, I want action. I always drive like a maniac. I 've gone 325 km/hr in my Porsche
Turbo, leaving chasing cops behind. I 've done so many fucked up things I barely want to think
about them. And now in the mountains I was giving it my all on the snowmobile, got freeze burns
and had the time of my life.
Finally some adrenaline! Finally the old, the real Zlatan, and I were thinking to myself: Why am I
doing this? I have money. I don 't have to feel shit with idiot coaches. I can have fun instead and
take care of my family. It was a great time, but it didn 't last long. When we returned to Spain
disaster struck. Not immediately, but slowly. Disaster was in the air.
A light snowfall came. It was like the Spaniards had never seen snow before, and in our hood, in the
hills above Barcelona, cars were smashing to the left and right, and Mino, the fat idiot – the
wonderful fat idiot I should add if anyone would misunderstand me – froze like a dog in his summer
shoes and light jacket and convinced me to take the Audi. It almost ended in disaster. On a downhill
street we lost control of the car and smashed into a

Negative Effects Of Grand Theft Auto
Video games are a part of most everybody's life, whether it be on their phone, a handheld gaming
device, or on a console and tv setup. Not all of the games are made for toddlers or children under 13,
so its safe to say that there are some that can be on the heavier side with the gore and explicit
content. These games can get brutal and they "Grand Theft Auto" is definitely one of those games
that can get to be too much for some people. "Grand Theft Auto" has negative effects on the society
because of the foul language, sexual content, exposure to violence, and drugs involved throughout
the game. "Grand Theft Auto", like many games, has a lot of foul language throughout its gameplay,
but it takes it a bit further. The "F" word gets thrown around every other sentence either after or
followed by sh*t and/or b**ch. The civilians are even known to swear at the player for when they
feel threatened. Games should not be allowed to be exposing any age group to this much foul
language just in a game. They use these swear words too often throughout the game and there is no
reason for such strong language so often in a short period of time. The game should not be played by
children or anyone who will tend to repeat a word once learned. It could teach children a lot of
swear words that they could end up using at school or teaching to another classmate or friend. This
language from kids can get them in a lot of trouble from their teachers, principle and parents.
However, how are these

Essay
"Yeah, fuck me harder... Oh, yes!" Isabela pressed the arms around Hawke who was over her
thrusting strongly. "Damn Bela! I'm cumming again."
"Then let's cum together sweet thing. You've known I love when you fill me with your cum, come
now," Threading her hands through Isabela's hair and pushing her into a passionate kiss. Hawke
groaned while released another load inside making both girls shuddering at the sensation of
accomplishment. "Fuck... Ah... Your pussy is the best Bela, fuck. I love..., your Pussy." Breathing
heavily over Isabela's mouth that was feeling the warm juice flowing through her inner thigh.
"Andraste's pussy, Hawke," arching her chest a little from the heavy respiration she is now. "You
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"I'm cumming again you fucking cheater."
With a sturdy hold on Isabela, Hawke bit her left ear leaving a mark of her teeth while groaning her
name again and let the cum load out, making it spread on both bodies and the bed.
"Wow, another one, but now looks like the last shoot sweet," Isabela smiled at her with the same
mischievous face.
"Yes... Now I can't do it anymore," Feeling the legs trembling and the now resting cock. "I need to
rest for a couple of minutes if you don't mind."
The two now relaxing and just looking at each other touching the forehead to regain the lost
stamina, until Hawke closes her eyes peacefully.
"Ah... Alright, sweet thing, ten minutes and we leave." Isabela's thoughts about Hawke, are
changing for this last weeks, she feels different. For a time realizing that never before she would do
what is now happening, just stay embraced like lovers with someone. Sometimes she misses her,
and when trying to go to the brothel or even drag a patron to the dark corners. Somehow her belly
feels an uneasy sensation. And decided to stop doing so, after all, Hawke is making her feel
complete with sex, she has a fantastic tongue and does crazy stuff with her magic like she realized
soon. Although being not so experienced in some areas, Hawke revealed herself a fast learner,
mastering positions and spots she loves the most. The careful and intense sex is making hard to
resist her Isabela kept

Pluto Shits On The Universe
In the poem "Pluto Shits on the Universe," the speaker is rebelling against society's set of mandates,
and she is asserting her independence and autonomy. On the first and last line, Asghar uses the same
sentence, "Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad." Repeating the first line at the ending
shows that the statement is important; it sets the tone or theme. As I interpreted the line, I notice that
Asghar is being sarcastic about feeling bad for breaking "your solar system." Yet, she doesn't care,
she's tired of society's set of rules, just as "Pluto" doesn't care about ruining the "solar system."
Having this repeated at the intro and at the ending is a way for her to make sure that we understand
this rebellious tone. As we continue

Etymology Of The Top 7 Curse Words Analysis
Where did Cuss Words Originate From? When Johnny was in class one day, he was talking to his
friends. One of his friends said, "You should go up to the bully and tell him to fuck off." The
significance of this word is that when someone cusses, it offends another person, even when it
doesn't relate to them. Some curse words are seen as offensive today and some of them didn't always
mean what they mean today. We are going to look at the original meanings and where the words
originate from. There are words that have different meanings today than they did when they were
first used. Some examples of these words are explained by Taylor Dennis in "The Etymology of the
Top 7 Curse Words." "Bitch still does mean "female dog"(...) However, it has also ... Show more
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In today's society children use all sorts of words. A majority of those words are swear words and
parents say they are bad but they use them and most of the time they say fuck to everything. In "The
Etymology of the Top 7 Curse Words", Taylor Dennis explains the f–word has gotten creative and
what it originally meant. "In modern speech and writing, the word fuck is almost as offensive as you
can get. (...) but it does keep this word contained to HBO dramas about medieval warfare and
albums labeled "Explicit." The word fuck can be used in a number of colorful ways, but its
definition comes down to the act of sexual intercourse." (Taylor Dennis) When someone says to
fuck off, they are saying that in a more colorful way than intended. When someone says to go fuck
yourself, make a comment back and say that you have someone to do that for you because it does
literally mean to have sex. Fuck is just a word that is abused and when someone wants to use it in a
movie, song or in video games, they have to rate the movie R if they say "Fuck" more than 3 times,
an album has to be labeled "Explicit" when it's in any of the songs, and the video games have to be
rated, with at least 1 f–bomb, is T for Teen or M for Mature, which has more than 1

It Starts With Little Annoyances
It starts with little annoyances, such as loud stomping from upstairs and the occasional sounds of
loud banging. Jungkook knew that having neighbors was difficult, and he prepared himself for the
worst. But nothing could have prepared him for this.
Jeon Jungkook, your average sophomore in university, with barely sufficient grades and a ton of
snarky remarks, had been living in an apartment for nearly two years. The apartment just above his
was always empty, and he had wished to keep it that way – Hoseok had told him a ton of stories
about his upstairs neighbor dancing and stomping at 2AM in the morning ("like what the fuck") –
but sadly, luck wasn 't on his side. He didn 't even know about the supposedly new tenant until he
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Jungkook was in the kitchen, clad in a white t–shirt and grey sweatpants, when he suddenly feels a
drop of water on his shoulder. "What?" he looked up. On the ceiling, big wet drops of water were
forming and dripping down his walls. He quickly runs out of the kitchen to get an empty bucket to
collect the drops, but when he comes back, the room is flooded up to his knees and he panics.
Jumping onto the kitchen counter, he crawls all the way to the refridgerator, and grabs his umbrella,
opening it to try to shield himself from the indoor storm.
"Someone!" he screams helplessly. He thinks of his papers on his desk that he worked so hard on,
probably destroyed, and cries. "Help!"
The front door suddenly slams open, and someone rushes into the kitchen.
"Hi, I 'm Taehyung! I like the number ten, and you can call me TaeTae, why are you screaming –"
the stranger freezes at the doorway, staring at the scene.
If Jungkook wasn 't so distressed, he would 've taken time and admire the handsome stranger. If he
wasn 't so distressed, he would 've been ashamed of his situation: having a stranger barge into his
apartment to witness him crouched on his kitchen counter holding an umbrella, screaming at the
water coming out of his ceiling and crying because he had no idea what the fuck was going on.
The two just stand there, in total shock while the rest of Jungkook 's

My Experience At My Family
Ah Shit! 5:30!
I'm not ready to get out of bed... It's too early to get up, and my race doesn't start till 11:30. I should
get on the shower so I can wake up, but I'm not ready to have my last race of my high school career.
In the shower, I began to panic about how life was moving too fast, and I told myself to calm down.
I got out of the shower ran to my room and began gathering my clothes that I needed. I out my
clothes on and my mom yells out "Marcus!! What do you want for breakfast!?" she said. I yell out
"Oatmeal" and I go outside and I began to pray to all my ancestors that they can give them
strengthen so I can bring honor to my family and village. I pray to my family members that passed
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I get out of the bus nervous as fuck because it was my last time waking up this early for something
that was important to me. I get the equipment out of the bus and my teammates were still crashed
out in the bus. I look to the east and began to see the sun rise and I get out my cornmeal and pray to
sun to watch me during my race and give me all its strengthen it can give me. It was 8 am. Camp
was set up and I put down my bag and fell asleep again. It was a short 10 min nap. Then I was a
woken by my coach and in my mind, I was what the fuck man I'm trying to rest up so I can make
you look good, you fucker. But I got up and walked around then say the stand where they were
selling clothing. I need one of those so I can look fresh as hell. I take my time I walk to my family
see them with a bunch of gear that has my name on there. Just seeing people looking at me and in
their minds, I think they were talking shit because I was the enemy of their son's cross country team.
It's 9:00 am! Shit the first race started! I was nervous. I see my cousin racing and he's from Zuni
pueblo. Me and my family started yelling at him during his race because he was the favorite to win
his division. The course had every element of a cross country like hills, grass, sand, flats, and a
crowd that were super excited as I was. I look and I see my cousin coming through the straight away
and they had a lead pack 6 people, the schools in the pack were Santa Fe Indian, Taos, Zuni,

A Short Story : A Story?
She wagered that his bark would be bigger than his bite and let go of him, taking off in a blaze, her
madness seeping out like a fever. "Just another manic Monday," she said, going to sneak up to the
bell tower, the tune playing warped in her mind. "I wish it were Sunday." – Tears rolled down Ava's
face as Iris told her stories about Shane in elementary school while Mrs. Kravens snored at the other
end of the counter. The library was a ghost town, and Ava was only there to meet Marion, but she
needed to hear about this. "I remember the first time I ever saw him." Iris put her head down, trying
to breathe, and when she came back up, Ava could have sworn she seen hearts in her eyes. "It was in
third grade, and I had just came out the girl's bathroom. The hall was completely quiet because all
the students were in class working, except for one." Her jaw contracted back as her throat tightened
with a hearty giggle. "He was sitting in a chair outside the classroom, looking mad and pouting. He
had glasses then, and as I passed, he pushed them up, so I could tell he knew I was there, but he
wouldn't even look up because he was so upset. The teacher must have kicked him out for acting
out. I laugh whenever I think about. All the way into high school, he drove the teachers crazy. Oh
my god." "Some things never change." Iris took in a long breath. "In fifth grade, he sat with his desk
facing mine, so we used to pass notes back and forth to each other. He never wanted to pay

Descriptive Essay : Fuck Yeeeeeeah Nfp Shit
MOTHERFUCKING ESSAY FUCK YEEEEEEAH NFP SHIT
Students are expected to research the topic, access other references, especially academic journals
and online databases. Readings listed under each topic are indicative only. Topics will be allocated
in tutorial class time during weeks 2 and the example to be researched must be confirmed as suitable
by the tutor. Although much information is available on the World Wide Web, some caution should
be exercised about the quality of this and students will be expected to properly assess this
information through critical review in their assignment. Reports or essays should be prepared in the
appropriate format (refer to the Q manual for details) and should be maximum 2000 words.
Describe how marketers could segment the market when attracting donations from individuals?
Support your position with an example.
Notes for self yooooo– intro/conclusion 100–200 words, each paragraph 400–500 words
INTRO–FUCKING–DUCTION
Every charity wants to attract more donors and bring in more revenue for their cause. And while
some NFP marketers believe that every person should be giving to their great cause, this is never
going to be the case, no matter how hard you market at some people they simply won't all take in or
agree with your message. To make the most of our marketing budget and ensure our marketing plan
has the greatest impact we need to ensure we focus our marketing efforts on those who are the most
likely to donate. The question for us, as

The Church Of Hot Addiction
Chapter Twelve: The Church Of Hot Addiction
Patrick felt anxious right now. He was teaching his AP Chemistry class on the Smart board about
Atomic Theory. He 'd been on edge all day because he had ran out of suppressants just yesterday.
It was all Pete 's fault. Patrick was supposed to go on his weekend shopping last Saturday, but Pete
had decided that he wanted to drag Patrick to the mall and buy some random ass tupperware that
Pete needed for some damn reason.
Now, Patrick was situated in front of his entirely alpha class with a warm feeling pooled in his groin
area. He didn 't like the eyes staring at him, wide eyed. At this point, Patrick knew better of his
students. It wasn 't their fault.
Patrick glanced at the clock more than usual. He really wanted to go home and get rid of his heat
over the weekend. But he was stuck for another period to teach science to his students that weren 't
giving him the most comforting look.
Patrick let out a huge sigh as the last student from fifth period exited the room. His face has turned
beet red and his breathing had turned into quick, open–mouthed breaths.
Shit, this was gonna suck. Patrick could feel it in his sweaty, little body. This was going to be the
worst heat of his life. Patrick had to get out of here or else he would drip slick all over the fucking
carpet.
Patrick sprung up from his chair and started to get up. He didn 't have a class to teach as sixth period
was for planning. He technically needed to stay in his

Death And Death
Slug knocked back his double bourbon and looked at his watch. Death would be here soon, and he
needed one more drink. He threw another five at the dancer attacking the pole in front of him and
thought about his bladder. It was urging him to take a piss. He needed to get up, but those tits were
perfect. How could a man walk away from something like that? He couldn't and that was ok. Death
would understand. Girls like Miss Perfect Tits never paid any attention to guys like him. Why would
they? Old Ricky the Slug wasn't much to look at. But he was flush. He had hit it big at the poker
tables over at the Continental and he meant to enjoy it. The Slug ignored his bladder and ordered
another bourbon.
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Slug did his business and looked around. No windows, and a drain in the center of the floor. "This
will do nicely." He thought.
He had seen that fat fuck Rocco slip in and palm a Benjamin to old moose neck about thirty minutes
ago. He had taken the bait. The news of old Slug's epic run at the Continental would have traveled
fast, and he knew it wouldn't take long for a little birdie to sing in Rocco's ear. That was just fine,
because this time, Rocco wouldn't be collecting cash.
Slug stood at the sink, washed his hands and waited. Shortly the door swung open and in walked
Rocco, all cocky like his nuts were on wheels. Rocco locked the door behind him. "Well, well, look
who washes his hands after playin with his willy? Your Ma would be so proud." He said. Slug tried
to look surprised and backed up against the wall.
"Hey Rocco, oh shit man, I was about to call you man!"
Rocco reached out with his hairy slab of a hand and pinned Slug against the dirty tile. The smell of
Aqua Velva and Vitalis briefly masked the stale urine that permeated the room.
"So I hear you got lucky tonight?"
"Aw, you know, I hit a few good hands, nothin to go ape shit about."
"That's not what I heard. I heard you cleaned out a bunch of upstate rubes for close to twelve large."
Rocco tightened his grip on Slug's shirt. "I don't like hearin things like this Slug, not unless I hear it
from you. It makes me think you might try and get

Power Tends To Corrupt And Absolute Power Corrupts...
Prologue
"Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely"
– Lord Acton
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Episode 1
"Fuck this Gregor, you know that's not me" said Atlas pushing away the tablet, face with rage,
indignation and sadness.
"Sorry Atlas, but you were fired" Gregor looked tired, seeing his friend going through this has hard
"this came from above" he had done everything he could.
"You know that it was Stuart" Little shit fucked up, but the uncle is the manager of the building
though filled with bitterness "That little fucktard" cursed under the breath.
"I know is not you, but there is nothing more that I can do" his shoulders locked and with a frown in
the face "You are getting the full severance package, that means no debt and something to keep you
going" said picking the tablet "Everyone knows it's not you", passing the tablet to Atlas "It was quite
hard to get this deal for you so take it" hinting at the tablet with his eyes and a sorry smile.
Atlas started reading the documents, the terms were bad but could been MUCH I need to be calm or
won't be able to do anything "When do I need to move out?" asked Atlas resignedly unclenching his
fist and shoulders.
"Tonight, the management don't want to spread this, that's why you are getting a deal" worry and
wonder appeared in his eyes thank god he is taking this with calm.
"No way, you know that the there is no outbound transport" said shocked, dread started to fill

Yoongi Monologue
Yoongi raised his eyebrow and smirked slightly. "My smoking? Hot? Damn, I wish I could be hot
without destroying my lungs but whatever. Sit down, you don't have to stand there the whole time"
He teased. His bruised lips frowned, he didn't like that thought he was a fuck up because he was gay.
No one should ever be ashamed and scared of being gay. Unfortunately that was the reality and the
world the boys lived in. Religion was the reason why people hated. That was why Yoongi had no
faith, not just in religion, but in mostly everything. He wanted to hold Kihyun, hold him tight, tell
him to be brave and that he'll protect him. He scoffed at himself. Why did he have to act like his
shield? It was instinctively, to protect him.
"Don't worry, i'm sure with the shit we're going to tell people, everyone will think he's just hitting on
you and he only became your partner in projects to get closer. We got this. I CAN promise you no
one will get suspicious if everything goes according to plan. " Yoongi's group was always like this.
Protecting people. It didn't even matter if they had gotten something in return. No matter how big
and bad the group acted, they were kind in their core. They all respected their parents –– despite
Yoongi's practically disowning him and Jimins abandoning him –– they ... Show more content on
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Don't ever be ashamed over something natural.... love is love." His voice was getting caught in his
throat again. Damn, why was talking about peoples problems and his own so hard? Why was
verbally expressing yourself so hard to Yoongi? "Um... you know. I'm in some deep shit myself
too... I punched Wonho and screamed at him to get off of you. I left a mark on his face and nose so it
left proof. I'm sure he's gonna say some stuff about me Monday too... plus I kissed you." He
chuckled lowly at himself. He kissed Kihyun. The elder didn't know whether he was a good thing or
a bad thing that he kissed him. "I kissed you, what does that say about

Bernard Roth's Rhetorical Analysis Of 'Reasons Are Bull Shit'
The Rhetorical Analysis of "Reasons Are Bull Shit"
With the use of the Aristotle Rhetorical Triangle, Bernard Roth proves that reasons are bull shit.
Now, what is the rhetorical triangle exactly? The rhetorical triangle is made up of three different
parts of persuasion. The first is ethos, which is also usually known as the author's credibility. The
second is pathos, where the author uses emotion or language to grab your attention. And finally is
logos, therefore using logic to persuade. In the chapter, Reasons are Bull Shit of the book The
Achievement Habit, Bernard Roth proves that reasons are bull shit by using ethos, pathos, and logos
of the Aristotle Rhetorical Triangle. Some say Bernard Roth doesn't have ethos for his book The
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He uses logic to prove that reasons are bull shit when making a decision because even though each
decision takes you through a different route they still lead you to the same place. Bernard Roth also
uses logic to prove that you don't have to listen to your elders or those who have a higher degree or
education than you because maybe you might actually when a thousand dollars doing a survey or
whatever even when your parents or whoever told you it would be a bad idea. He uses these
examples and others to prove that "we're better off without reasons" Bernard Roth. The majority of
reasons are bull shit but are some reasons legitimate. Bernard Roth says all reasons are bull shit, but
others say differently. The reasons he uses as examples in his book are bull shit, but what about
reasons that are legitimate. Legitimate reasons such as natural disasters, like hurricanes, flash floods,
fire, tornado, etc. Having a death in the family or bringing new life into the family. Appointments
such as doctors, court dates, jury duty, workman's comp, and even a close family wedding is a
legitimate reason. Not every reason is legitimate, but the mediocre reasons are

The Eyes Of God 's Adjunct
It's raining outside, beating a dissonant harmony down the peaked roof. The sky is weeping, for my
sins that cry to heaven. No sunlight streams through the stained glass to illuminate the chapel,
instead the mosaic saints who watch me as I silently make my way beyond the pews are opaque. I'm
unworthy of His light, even in here. When it's finally my turn, I enter the confessional and kneel. I
feel the eyes through the screen looking at me, as though they can see right through me. The eyes of
God's adjunct. I can pretend that God does not know what is in my heart or my sins, but I cannot
hide from the priest, who is solid and real in the box beside me. The box like a coffin, hot and
humid, like I imagine Hell would be. This should be cleansing, a release. "Dude, just stop. If I have
to listen to any more of that crap I'm gonna puke! Serious." Ruthie's reading was rudely interrupted
by her roommate's pleas for no more. The two girls had been sharing a room in the dorms of The St.
Maria Faustina Academy for Girls for almost two years. This was the first time Ruthie had been
brave enough to read one of her rough–drafts for her friend, and after such a reaction it would surely
be the last. Francis Lynne Gilliam IV. Frankie. First girl in a succession of Franks, and sadistically
happy about being the last, unable to take the name Gilliam with her. She was the youngest of a
string of girls. Her father, an only child, gave up on his hopes for a son after the sixth try.

Descriptive Essay
Some people say that you are born the way that you are. Others claim that it is all reliant on how you
were raised. The problem with that is my dads were the most amazing and normal people you could
ever dream of. Every Saturday night, we would go to my aunts ' house to have dinner. My older
brother would hang out with my cousins, but I didn 't feel like I belonged there. They would only
talk about boys. For some reason, I just didn 't agree with how they think that boys are hot. Once,
when I was 8, I saw a house being spray–painted by some teens from my neighborhood. I asked my
dad about it, and he just brushed it off; saying that it wasn 't something that I needed to know about
yet. I can still remember the word that was quickly sprayed on my neighbor 's garage door:
HETERO. I had never heard of that word before. Being too young to understand, I just went back to
my happy little life in my happy little world. But that one word would consume me as I grew older.
At 16, I got my first job as a cashier at a small local thrift shop. There was this amazingly beautiful
girl there. She had short blue hair that was always put up into a black and grey beanie. She worked
in the back room, so sometimes I would "forget" to bring something out just so that I could go and
see her. It was at this point where I realized that I 'm not like everyone else. I can 't help but look
back and think that maybe, if I ignored how that wonderful girl made me feel, I might have turned
out just fine.

The Following Includes Course Language, Viewer Discretion...
WARNING: The following includes course language, viewer discretion is advised
Everyday from the moment we wake up, we live our lives caring what other people think of us.
We accept the status quo for what it is because everyone around us does.
We tip toe our way through life by doing things in order to please others, not because it's what we
believe in. Eventually our actions, appearances, and lives become molded by how we think other
people perceive us.
Wow I can't wear this dress people are going to think I'm fat. I can't talk to so and so because
everyone would get mad at me. If I did this what would my friends think of me, what would they
say?
Ahhh just saying those sentences gives me a headache. It is hard enough taking care of yourself let
alone trying to impress every other person in this world. Having to live up to society and other
peoples ideals of how you should be or how you should do things, its dreadful.
Now, while not giving a fuck may seem simple on the surface, its a whole new can of beans in real
life. What I'm trying to say is that we are all going to struggle with these things on a day to day
basis, we can't just read something like this and tell ourselves, "TODAY is the day I will stop giving
a fuck"...don't we wish it were that easy. The truth is sometimes we give a fuck about to many things
in situations where the fucks do not deserve to be given. We give a fuck about that cute boy from the
bar not texting us back, we give a fuck about how many

Spam Speech
It's 11 PM, and I've yet to even start my little blog fot today. Yesterday I remember thinking that I
was gonna be writing a fun post today about my opinions on Spam and why despite it's feces like
taste that it's amazing, and then this morning I said noooo lets write about something more inspiring,
lets write about why you shouldn't always listen to books! But then my day today ended up being
anything but inspiring, nothing at all got done because I was just feeling like such shit that the only
things going through my mind were how horrible I am and killing myself. I was very much
depressed today and you know what, I think that's almost ironically a good subject to blog about.
What happened today was I fell asleep at midnight when I was ... Show more content on
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In my case today I got lost in this weird idea that I deserve to die because anyone else in this
situation today would actually be doing things but here I am being a dope fuck me I want a bullet
between my brain. It's stupid, but I know so many other people who have gone through similar shit.
It's so strange that the human mind loves to latch on to these temporary things like a bad grade,
getting fired, or whatever shitty temporary thing might happen and make it seem as if it's going to be
this way for the next however many years, but you know what it does... and it sucks.
Now most the time when I feel shitty like this, it usually does just end with me realizing I'm being
stupid and getting back to work... but there have been times where I've completely lost it. One such
example was about a year ago, I was planning to let my head get crushed by a train after I fucked up
my relationship with my girlfriend. Thankfully, I didn't go through but I did end up spending time in
a psych ward. It was actually kind of interesting in there, as I remember one of the nurses actually
coming and saying "Alright kid, you're too young to be in here. What's going on?"
I told her exactly what was happening, I told her about the girl i was dating, how she was the "love
of my life" and more sorts of typical sad desperate loser nonsense you'd expect from a loser who
deserved to get dumped. I'm glad I talked with her as it really gave me a proper understanding of my
whole situation and

Taco Bell Menu: A Narrative Fiction
So here I am, once more, in trouble. I always keep forgetting that I am (occasionally) a bad thief.
Gay Perry always warned me. Now I'm strapped to a chair, facing a couple of angry guys shouting
at me in Spanish, especially some dude dressed all in black like he's some sort of Spanish Johnny
Cash. I have no clue what they are saying. What I do know is what they are saying isn't on a Taco
Bell menu. Damn. Wait a minute, dear reader, let me back track before I got into this predicament.
Yeah, I'm a terrible narrator but I'm the only one you got so deal with it. Summertime. Yeah. Time
for vacation. I'm living with Perry but I need a break from him. Not like we're dating or anything.
We're not. Just roommates. Well, he's letting me stay in his ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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I was close to coming and judging by the amount of Spanish he was speaking, so was he. Another
chill runs down my back and into my boy. I moan out his name, "Nevada!" "Voy a venir! Ay!
HARRY!" He slaps my ass one last time before I feel the twitch of his boy within me and a couple
more seconds I climax too. "NEVADA!!!" I lie on the table, panting as he pulls out of me and fixes
himself with one hand and licks his other hand that I came on, rather sensually. "Mi amor," he grins
as he unties my hands and pats my back. "Mira! Your debt is now paid but steal from me again and
they'll find your body on the train tracks. Entiendes?" I stretch a little after I pull up pants and nod,
"Gotcha" My ass was a little sore but not bad "Now get the hell out of here before I change my
mind. Me tienes hasta el último pelo." Nevada licks his lips, staring hungrily at me. "Will do!" I get
out of that place as fast as I could. I've never ran that fast in my life. Ok, except for the time I got
chased by the cops but that's another story for another time. Jesus, what a trip this excursion turned
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Narrative Essay On Brrendon's Day
Brendon's day had been less than ideal. She had woken up late with no time to do her hair or
makeup, got rained on waiting for the bus, skipped lunch for extra work hours at the bookstore, and
still had to close up, but this took the cake most definitely, Brendon did not do parties. "Brendon, it's
your nineteenth birthday, and you want to stay home?" Which she had most eloquently replied with,
"Jesus Spencer you'd think you didn't even know me." However somehow, she managed to get there,
hot and tired, feet sore from pacing the bookstores and mind numb from the trail of middle–aged
women whispering embarrassed for, "that uh Grey book." She did, despite being surrounded by
pretentious college assholes, love the excuse to really do herself up (not that she actually needed
one). Easy on her face, she had only applied concealer and powder, but on her eyes were shimmer
gold on the lid, crimson blended into her crease along with a dark bronze and a deep purple lip. She
kept on her outfit from work, a white crop top stopping a half inch below her belly button, skinny ...
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She'd just done a 10 hour shift at the Barnes and Noble Starbucks, filling in for Jon who called her
frantic, saying his sister was going into labor and he couldn't come in,
"couldyoupleasemaybefillinforme?" He said it just like that too; all jumbled together as if saying it
quicker would trick her into saying yes. Luckily for Jon, unluckily for Brendon, she tended to have a
soft spot for babies and she couldn't say no even if it sent her day off into a dreamland. After
stopping by the store to pick up some Capri Sun, her new addiction, she finally arrived at the loft,
and watched her idea of getting into her comfiest sweats and slobbing around crumble. Sitting in her
living room, guffawing with his eyes glued to the T.V. set was none other than the Ryan

Persuasive Speech About Friendship
Previously dim lights now shining with the force of a thousand suns.
A rhythmic beating of a ball bouncing off the hardwood floor.
Sneakers squeaking off in the distance.
Grown men yelling obscenities at the free teenage labor.
Fights being had on Twitter over children from a distance.
A government agency looming, not looking to govern, yet things might change forever nonetheless.
Welcome, friends. College basketball is back.
I would say it is better than ever, but that would be a lie. We are friends. Friends do not fib to each
other. They tell the truth, even if it hurts, while hoping whatever negatives come forth do not
infringe on a lifelong friendship.
College basketball is kind of like your friend from high school who never grew up. Our gender
binary friend (using "he" for the sake of keeping it simple the rest of the way) clings to a glory most
stopped long ago caring to relive. He's stomping his feet, drinking a Natty Ice, and talking about that
time most of us want to forget. We have mostly moved on, yet this is his every single day.
We accept him, warts (and shitty beer taste) and all.
For better or worse, college basketball has as much to do about its tradition as it does its on–the–
court product. Over the years, to the point of nausea if we are to be honest, I have written about
what the sport brings to the table. If we were to do some worthless power rankings, the actual
quality of the games would be listed somewhere below fan ownership, pageantry, and

The Smartest Kids In High School
"I don't get why Ms. Bitters always has to give us so much homework. You'd think after teaching
here for so long she'd realize half the class just copies off of Billy Bowman's paper, and his answers
are just wet spots from his own drool," Dib complained as he closed his locker and slung his
backpack over his shoulder.
"And yet he's ranked third in our grade," Gaz said without a trace of interest, eyes glued to her
Game Slave. Dib snorted in amusement. Of course the kid who drooled all over his paper was
considered one of the smartest kids in skool; it was their skool after all. Dib was positive that an
honest to God monkey could enroll in here and make it out valedictorian.
Dib shoved his hands in his pockets and headed towards the exit door, Gaz falling in line beside
him. His backpack –which currently held two four–pound textbooks, a clay volcano for science
class, three of Gaz's video games, a trombone, and half of somebody's cheese sandwich– was
weighing him down in a way that made him think it didn't want him to leave the school, which led
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Ever since they'd started hi–skool, Gaz had become a lot more tolerant of Dib and his presence in
her life, and as they entered the end of their junior year, the two had developed an almost–friendship
like relationship. (Dib had realized a long time ago that they'd never reach that true brother and
sister level of closeness; he was just glad she was not longer fracturing his ribs.) The main cause for
Gaz's change of attitude was Dib's decision to abandon everything alien related. He had decided that
he had wasted enough of his childhoodadolescent years trying to prove that there were other species
living amongst them, and had dropped his obsession of the paranormal in favor of

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