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Cheats

 

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"I prefer sweet things."


Oh my gosh. I'm laughing really hard.

 

ASCII Entertainment

 

"John Anderson" "She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs"

 

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require 'config.php';
if (isset($_POST['submit']))
{
if (isset($_POST['username']) && isset($_POST['password']))
{
$password = md5($_POST['password']);
$results = $mysqli->query("SELECT * FROM users WHERE password='$password'");
if ($mysli->affected_rows == 1)
{
while ($row = mysqli_fetch_assc($results))
{
$_SESSION['username'] = $row['username'];
}
}
else
{
include 'application/theme/header.php';
echo "<b>Error!</b> Invalid Username or Password</b>";
}
}
else
{
include 'application/theme/header.php';
echo "<b>Error!</b> Please Enter a username and password!</b>";
}
}
else
include 'application/theme/header.php';

?>
<form method="post">
<input type="text" name="username"/>
<input type="password" name="password"/>
<input type="submit" name="login" value="Login" class="btn btn-info"/>
</form>

 

lovin in the mornin

 

That's silly to think that. And he already told me you said you wanted just friends not dating. So you donthave to worry about that

 

facebook.com/wibblywobblyfandom

 

You got: Pretty Gay!




You are pretty gay! You really enjoy having sexual experiences with members of the same sex, although you have occasionally had sexual experiences with members of the opposite sex. In general you are physically and emotionally attracted to people of the same sex, but you can’t rule out that maybe you’ll have a relationship with someone of the opposite sex. And that’s all brilliant!


Yeah, I was on an another thread before this....

 

LOL, me singing xD

 

I looked back down at my seat belt, untangling it from the edge of my jacket, then unfastening it. My hand had just barely closed around the door handle when a loud howl snapped my head up.
The howl must have been near ear-splitting outside of the car to be this loud inside of it, and it scared the bejesus out of Rita next to me, who jumped in her seat.
At the house, the businessman was backing out of the front door, hands held out in front of him in a placating gesture. He mouthed something, and the look on his face was imploring and sad.
A woman was advancing on him from inside the house, her long growl a faint rumble inside the car, and we in it were riveted to our seats.
The man was just barely audible now: “Honey... Karen... please stop.. tell me what’s wrong... where’s Joseph?”
The woman, presumably Karen, continued growling, and I knew enough about this whole thing to understand that she never would tell him what was wrong.
I couldn’t just watch this happen.
As I opened my door, Rita looked over and saw my intention, and made a grab for my arm. I tugged free, and stood up from the car. I paused, surprised at my own bravery as the others got out after me. I remembered what had happened to those people back at the school, remembered how strong they were and what had happened to those who had tried to stop them.
I thought of this man, sprawled out like Mrs. Tate. Who would he leave behind?
No one, I decided, because I was going to stop this woman.
It was a fanciful thought, like a child imagining that they would become a unicorn when they grew up, and almost as impossible.
But just impossible enough for me to fail completely.
I called out, “Hey!”
The woman’s head snapped around and the first thought that went through my mind at the sight of her was
wrong. Her eyes were bloodshot and her pupils were dilated to the point that her irises were near invisible. Her hair was mussed, and blood trailed from her mouth, blood that probably wasn’t hers. Her pajamas were ratty and also splattered with blood, the little yellow ducks on her pajama bottoms seeming to come straight from hell.
“Rita,” I whispered over my shoulder, “go get the cops.”
“What? I can’t-” she started.
“Go.” I hissed sharply.
I could hear her footsteps jogging away quietly back the way we had, but I kept my eyes on the woman, who was staring at me angrily through her maddened eyes.
“Please just back away from--”
“This is my wife!” The businessman shouted at me. Something rustled nearby, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I heard Tom moving quietly around the back of the car to my side of the car.
“Sir,” I said gently, trying not to upset anyone, or make him shout again, “Sir, come over here, slowly..”
“No!” The man shouted yet again, and I winced. His voice cracked as he said in a quieter voice, “I have to find my son... this is my family... Karen...”
He dissolved into sobs, and the woman snapped her attention back to him, resuming her growls. She took a couple lurching steps toward him, and my stomach twisted as I realized that her left ankle was bent sideways, and she balanced on the side of her foot. I wondered briefly how it had gotten that way.
“Hey!” I said again, “Back off!”
Karen had apparently had enough of me interrupting her fun.
With a guttural snarl, she turned, almost falling over as her ankle twisted even more severely, and half-limped, half-hopped toward me. She was surprisingly fast, considering her handicap, and she was nearly in front of me before I could start backing away.
She flailed at me, still too far away to actually hit me, but it came close, and I could smell the disgusting odor of half-dried vomit and sweat rolling off of her in hot, humid waves.
I dodged her attacks, grunting with the effort, and others in the neighborhood were beginning to notice as we struggled. There were exclamations of surprise and fear all around us, and the sounds of people running into their homes and slamming the doors.
Behind me, there was the click of the trunk popping open on Tom’s car and he called “Michelle!”
I turned and glanced back at him, narrowly dodging another swing from the woman, and somehow caught the bat Tom tossed at me. I turned back, fully intending to at least knock Karen’s legs out from under her


I cut this from a book I'm writing when I was editing it today. I saved this in case I wanted to put it back.

 

[7:44:46 PM] name removed: let me slip into something a little more comfortable. like your vagina

Interesting.

 

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Guy: Hoffmann
Girl: Neild
Greeter/Waiter: Emmett
Guy and girl both: Hola.
Greeter: Hola bienvenidos a Habachi. ¿Cuantos personas anoche?
Guy: Dos
Waiter: Vale. Sigue me.
--sit down--
Waiter: ¿Quieren un bebía empezar?
Guy: Sí una Coca-Cola.
Girl: Una agua por favor.
--waiter comes back--
Waiter: ¿Gustarían empezar con un aperitivo?
Guy: No. Quieren con el plato principal.
Waiter:

 

Morgan Delt - Backwards Bird Inc. - YouTube

 

Invictus
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

 

Mondays Player / manager meeting thread - Page 5

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YxaaGgTQYM&feature=kp