what animal spirit do you have?
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fox
u r a fox!u r sly and tricky but also known for your beauty.
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this is my responce for Stina...if you were in the chat room, she made a comment about feeling like a pot roast one day and i keep playing with that...this is another extention of that...it is funny as hell...be careful not to bust a gutArea 1: Please provide positive answers.Name: Z and SPAge: 19 and 30 respectivelyPhone: we share one :PHeight: if you put us together: 11' 4" average: 5' 7"Do you Drive: one of us does the other driver you insane (you potroast you)State You Live In: NJ or a state of insanity....whichever fits better for the situationSchool: BCCMay I Call You: as long as you arent late for dinner *drools*Single or Taken: Taken...duh! now serve us our dinner for 2 :PWould You Date Me: nope...sorry...we dont date beef byproducts :PKiss On First Date: um...where exactly would you kiss a potroast?Will You Send This Back To Me?: what do you think we are doing right now?Area 2: What would you do if I...I made a move on u: run and scream from the moving potroastI kissed you: take a nice sized bite and poke you with a sporkI lived next door to you: drive you nuts and marinate you dailyI started smoking: steal your ciggys and smoke one every time SP did till she quit :PI asked you on a date: umm...mom? are you susre you cooked this well done? its still talkingI was hospitalized: get an IV of BBQ sauce for ya ;) and be sure to stay by your side (so that no one else ate you)I ran away from home: wonder when a potroast grew legs...and howI got into a fight and you weren't there? sorry i was grabing the carving knife and the basterI asked u to have sex? *sticks it back in the oven* it aint quite done yet...its asking for sexual flavorsI asked u out? out to dinner? absolutely *sets table and preheats oven*Area 3: What do you think about my...Personality: Meaty...Eyes: TenderHair: Waiter! theres a hair in my potroast! Waiter: we charge extra for that you knowSmile: rareAss: a little toughBody: a little drySense of Humor: A little Well-doneArea 4: Have you ever....Lied to make me feel better? why would we lie to dinner?Wanted to kiss me? not really...consume you sure..not kiss you tho...Wanted to kill me? well...potroast=dead cow....so which cow is stina now?Broke my heart? no...i hope there isnt a heart in the potroast...that would taste kinda funkyKept something important from me? just the carcing knife...but we let you have it in the endArea 5: "X" marks the spot [ ]Kiss me.. [ ]Hug me.. [ ]Date me.. [ X ]grab my ass.. if you mean dead piece of meat, yes [ X ]Kill me.. dead cow [ ]do me ... [ ]Love me.. [ ]Hate me.. [ X ]Hold me.. on the end of a fork [ ]Lie to me.. [ ]Hurt me.. [ ]Sing with me.. [ ]Dance with me.. [ X ]Grind with me.. if you mean grind you into hamburger meat for tomorrows dinner... [ ]Cuddle with me.. [ ]Let me make a move on you.. [ X ]Make a move on me.. with a carving knife [ ]Watch a movie with me.. [ ]Get me a B-day gift.. [ ]Let me borrow your car.. [ ]Be there for me.. [ X ]Buy me a drink.. wine marinade [ X ]Bring me around your friends.. for dinner! [ X ]Give me a massage.. with a meat tenderizer [ ]Drink kool-aid with me.. [ ]Take advantage of me.. [ ]Hangout with me... [ ]Take care of me if I wasn't feeling good.. [ ]Hold hands with me.. [ X ]Do something incredibly sweet for me.. *marinates in teriyaki sauce* [ X ]tell me you love me WE LOVE POTROAST!!!
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"The Fates lead him who will...Him who won't, They drag..."
Mad Trombonist 1998 Urban Legend (August 1998, Uruguay) In a misplaced moment of inspiration, Paolo Esperanza, bass-trombonist with the Symphonica Maya de Uruguay, decided to make his own contribution to the cannon shots fired during a performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture at an outdoor children's concert. In complete disregard of common sense, he dropped a large lit firecracker, equivalent in strength to a quarter stick of dynamite, into his aluminum straight mute, and then stuck the mute into the bell of his new Yamaha in-line double-valve bass trombone. Later from his hospital bed he explained to a reporter through a mask of bandages, "I thought the bell of my trombone would shield me from the explosion and focus the energy of the blast outwards and away from me, propelling the mute high above the orchestra like a rocket." However Paolo was not to speed on his propulsion physics, nor was he qualified to wield high-powered artillery. Despite his haste to raise the horn before the firecracker exploded, he failed to lift the bell of the horn high enough for the airborne mute's arc to clear the orchestra. What happened should serve as a lesson to us all during our own delirious moments of divine inspiration. First, because he failed to sufficiently elevate the bell of his horn, the blast propelled the mute between rows of musicians in the woodwind and viola section, where it bypassed the players and rammed straight into the stomach of the conductor, driving him backwards off the podium and directly into the front row of the audience. Fortunately, the audience was sitting in folding chairs and thus they protected from serious injury. The chairs collapsed under the first row, and passed the energy from the impact of the flying conductor backwards into the people sitting behind them, who in turn were driven back into the people in the third row and so on, like a row of dominos. The sound of collapsing wooden chairs and grunts of people falling on their behinds increased geometrically, adding to the overall commotion of cannons and brass playing the closing measures of the Overture. Meanwhile, unplanned audience choreography notwithstanding, Paolo Esperanza's Waterloo was still unfolding back on stage. According to Paolo, "As I heard the sound of the firecracker blast, time seemed to stand still. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard an Austrian accent say, "Fur every akshon zer iz un eekval unt opposeet reakshon!" This comes as no surprise, for Paolo was about to become a textbook demonstration of this fundamental law of physics. Having failed to plug the lead pipe of his trombone, he paved the way for the energy of the blast to send a superheated jet of gas backwards through the mouthpiece, which slammed into his face like the hand of fate, burning his lips and face and knocking him mercifully unconscious. The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny new Yamaha trombone right down the middle, turning it inside out while propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. For the grand finale, as Paolo fell to the ground, his limp hands lost their grip on the slide of the trombone, allowing the pressure of the hot gases to propel the slide like a golden spear into the head of the third clarinetist, knocking him senseless. The moral of the story? The next time a trombonist hollers "Watch this!" you'd better duck! Darwinawards.com
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