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hey its me alma! my best amiga is alexis i met her this year wen me and her r together theres no stopin us were crazy and i wuv her! theres my sis maria(mcrfreak22)and she is a bit crazy but i luv her! and then the is my bro ryan(meggateddybear)well hes not really my bro but i wuv him like a bro! imma tell one thing either u luv me or hate me cuz iom crazy and proud of it! one more thing "live every day like it was ur last" =)

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Chaosknightpg

Report | 02/26/2009 4:08 pm

Chaosknightpg

I mean they give u long comments
Chaosknightpg

Report | 02/07/2009 8:39 am

Chaosknightpg

long comments
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 07/02/2008 8:36 am

Sexy Mexicana_15

woke up iin a hospiital bed. Scared because ii couldn't move, ii asked the doctor "What's goiing on?" He saiid "You don't remember? iit all happened at school." He told me "Your friiend had a problem wiith some people at school and was almost shot - you jumped iin front of them and took the bullet yourself. Lucky you diidn't diie. You're goiing to be ok, though, so don't worry." Now I thiink to myself 'ii'm happy ii took that bullet for you, because iit would've hurt even more to see you lyiing iin thiis hospiital bed." Send thiis to 5 guys and 3 giirls you would take a bullet for!^.^
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 06/11/2008 5:58 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

PLEASE DONT READ THIS. YOU WILL GET KISSED ON THE NEAREST POSSIBLE FRIDAY BY THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. TOMORROW WILL BE THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. HOWEVER IF YOU DONT POST THIS COMMENT TO AT LEAST 3 PEOPLES YOU WILL DIE WITHIN 2 DAYS. NOW UV STARTED READIN DIS DUNT STOP THIS IS SO SCARY. SEND THIS OVER TO 5 PEOPLE IN 143 MINUTES WHEN UR DONE PRESS F6 AND UR CRUSHES NAME WILL APPEAR ON THE SCREEN IN BIG LETTERS. THIS IS SO SCARY BECAUSE IT ACTUALLY WORKs

















P.S.





im bored
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 06/05/2008 9:04 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

Hi, I am Teddy. Once you read this you cannot get out. Finish reading this until it is done! As I said, I am Teddy. I am 7 years old. I have no eyes and blood all over my face. I am dead. If you don’t send this to at least 12 people I will come to your house at midnight and I‘ll hide under your bed. When you’re asleep, I’ll kill you. Don’t believe me? Case 1 Patty Buckles Got this e-mail. She doesn’t believe in chain letters. Well, Foolish Patty. She was sleeping when her TV started flickering on and off. Now she’s not with us anymore. Ha ha patty, Ha ha! You don’t want to be like Patty, do you? Case 2 George M. Simon Hates chain mail, but he didn’t want to die that night. He sent it to 4 people. Not good enough George. Now, George is in a coma, we don’t know if he’ll ever wake up. Ha ha George, Ha ha! Now, do you want to be like George? Case 3 Valarie Tyler She got this letter. Another chain letter she thought. Only had 7 people to send to. Well, That night when she was having a shower she saw bloody Mary in the mirror. It was the BIGGEST fright of her life. Valarie is scarred for life. Case 4 Derek Minse This is the final case I’ll tell you about. Well, Derek was a smart person. He sent it to 12 people. Later that day, he found a $100.00 bill on the ground. He was premoted to head officer at his job and his girlfriend said yes to his purposal. Now, Katie and him are living happily ever after. They have 2 beautiful children. Send this to at least 12 people or you’ll face the consequences. 0 people- You will die tonight 1-6 people- you will be injured 7-11 people- you will get the biggest fright of your life 12 and over- you are safe and you will have a good fortune! Do What Teddy Says!!!! Hurry, you must send to 12 people before midnight tonight
candyluvsoccer7

Report | 06/03/2008 5:49 pm

candyluvsoccer7

My Name is sarah







































































I am but three,







































































My eyes are swollen







































































I cannot see,







































































I must be stupid







































































I must be sad,







































































What else could have made







































































My dadddy so mad?







































































I wish I was better I wish I weren’t ugly,







































































Then maybe my mommy







































































Would still want to hug me.







































































I can’t speak at all







































































I cant’ do a wrong







































































Or else I’m locked up







































































All the day long







































































When I awake I’m all alone







































































The house is dark







































































My folks aren’t home.







































































When my mommy does come







































































I’ll try and be nice,







































































So maybe I’ll get just







































































One whipping thonight







































































Don’t make a sound!







































































I just heard a car







































































My daddy is back







































































From Charlie’s Bar.







































































I hear him curse







































































My name he calls







































































I press myself







































































Against the wall.







































































I try and hide







































































From his evil eyes







































































I’m so afraid now







































































I’m starting to cry.







































































He finds me weeping







































































He shouts ugly words,







































































He says its my fault







































































That he suffers at work.







































































He slaps me and hits me







































































And yells at me more,







































































I finally get free







































































And I run for the door.







































































He’s already locked it







































































And I start to bawl,







































































He takes me and throws me







































































Against the hard wall.







































































I fall to the floor







































































With my bones nearly broken,







































































And my daddy continues







































































With more bad words spoken.







































































“I’m sorry!”, I scream







































































But its now much too late







































































His face has been twisted







































































Into unimaginable hate.







































































The hurt and the pain







































































Again and again







































































Oh please God, Have mercy!







































































Oh please let it end!







































































And he finally stops







































































And heads for the door,







































































While I lay there motionless







































































Sprawled on the floor.







































































My name is Sarah







































































And I am but three,







































































Tonight my daddy







































































Murdered me.







































































There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in 1933, by a homicial maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant. Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them… Anyone who reads the chandt will meet this s
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 06/03/2008 3:28 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

My Name is sarah







































































I am but three,







































































My eyes are swollen







































































I cannot see,







































































I must be stupid







































































I must be sad,







































































What else could have made







































































My dadddy so mad?







































































I wish I was better I wish I weren’t ugly,







































































Then maybe my mommy







































































Would still want to hug me.







































































I can’t speak at all







































































I cant’ do a wrong







































































Or else I’m locked up







































































All the day long







































































When I awake I’m all alone







































































The house is dark







































































My folks aren’t home.







































































When my mommy does come







































































I’ll try and be nice,







































































So maybe I’ll get just







































































One whipping thonight







































































Don’t make a sound!







































































I just heard a car







































































My daddy is back







































































From Charlie’s Bar.







































































I hear him curse







































































My name he calls







































































I press myself







































































Against the wall.







































































I try and hide







































































From his evil eyes







































































I’m so afraid now







































































I’m starting to cry.







































































He finds me weeping







































































He shouts ugly words,







































































He says its my fault







































































That he suffers at work.







































































He slaps me and hits me







































































And yells at me more,







































































I finally get free







































































And I run for the door.







































































He’s already locked it







































































And I start to bawl,







































































He takes me and throws me







































































Against the hard wall.







































































I fall to the floor







































































With my bones nearly broken,







































































And my daddy continues







































































With more bad words spoken.







































































“I’m sorry!”, I scream







































































But its now much too late







































































His face has been twisted







































































Into unimaginable hate.







































































The hurt and the pain







































































Again and again







































































Oh please God, Have mercy!







































































Oh please let it end!







































































And he finally stops







































































And heads for the door,







































































While I lay there motionless







































































Sprawled on the floor.







































































My name is Sarah







































































And I am but three,







































































Tonight my daddy







































































Murdered me.







































































There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in 1933, by a homicial maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant. Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them… Anyone who reads the chandt will meet this s
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 05/27/2008 3:50 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

nervous??? for what??
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 05/27/2008 3:16 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

damn im i the only one who comments u....hola my sis ill ask if i can come over 2mmrw
Sexy Mexicana_15

Report | 05/15/2008 6:15 pm

Sexy Mexicana_15

THE DANCE WAS AWESOME GIRL!!!! ESPECIALLY FOR U *WINK,WINK*

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