The Shoutbox
me and my shadow. (episode3:Bedtime)

It had been a long and tiresome day for me and my shadow so we decided to go to bed.

Finding ourway upstairs and careful not to wake others we sneaked into the bedroom and got into our bed. "How tired we are" I said, yawning.

We had had an amazing adventure.
Emerson? Funny, that's the name of the creatore of Mugglenet.com. It's THE greatest site for Harry Potter news.
I'm thinking of checking out Emerson, and just wanted an idea of what it's like, if their film program is any good, how to get along in the city and such.
Nope. Neva bin to Baastun... neva seen Baaa Habaaa
Any MoFo's logging in from Boston?
Chris, Matt and Mary,
The former being quite hairy,
write stylish poems many'a time,
though they struggle to make them rhyme.

Ooo, i liked the end. The start was bit shallow tho, and genrally it was overlong. I'm going to call you bronze from now on (why do i love knocking you so? Is it coz i expect beligerent australian-ese to ease from you like melting snow on a still-skiing dead eskimo, whipping back my to-and-fro like a freezing breeze tainted with disease? That must be it I'm off to check-myself into strange-stereotypes-anonymous)
This is not a poem.
The end.

Think about it. It's some deep, deep, deepness.
Ladies and gentlemen, the poetry stylings of a young Yoda...

There once was a team called the Steelers
But they were never actually stealers
They play football
I like football
But I don't like to write limericks.
I wrote a limerick about the Steelers in 5th grade for reading class. Considering I was 10, it didn't completely suck.
There once was a boy from 'Slyvania,
whose words were so sharp they could maim ya',
And every day,
The people'd all say,
He's a MoFo but smart all the same-uh.


ERR...
Yeah.
Happy birthday The Amazing Chrisskins.