Well what can I say ... I'm 17 years old. I constantly hear people talk s**t about me and my friends, so don't bring it around me I have had enough conflict to last me a lifetime. People call me names, but they don't know me so what can I do about it but go on with my life. I read naruto shippuden every week because it's interesting. I like people calling me Ash more than Ashton, but whichever of the two you feel comfortable calling me go for it. I like noodles and pizza. There are things I don't understand like women but it'll reveal itself in good time. I have a big bro named Tyson, for those who don't know we aren't, I repeat not the same person. I'm currently writing a book on a subject many have outgrown, but it's something I have always loved and will. But right now I'm in a rut so if you have any ideas let me know. My cousin turned me over to some animes like naruto.So that's all I have for now, but if you have something to say and it's not showing you have hatred towards me leave a comment but if it is hate related don't bother leaving me anything I don't have time to entertain your stupidity.
A lot has happened since you've been away. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you, I really hope everything is going well for you nowadays.
Me? Same s**t, different day. You know how it is, man. Love and miss you bro emotion_bigheart.
What can I say? We've Rp'd a lot in various guilds. Lord knows we've had our fair share of arguments and yet, we've always seemed to work them out and soon enough, we became great friends. I look back at all our posts, PM's, and Rp's we've been in together and I just smile like a doofus to myself because I realized that we were really compatible Rper's. Our characters never got along, but they always seemed to work together very well. I'm so honored to have met someone like you, you were a really great friend to me and always helped me out when I needed you. Even though you corrected my spelling a lot, you were still one of the best lecturers I could always listen to more than 5 seconds and not get royally ticked off. I believe you are better now, although we will all miss you. You've etched a permanent existence in many peoples' lives on Gaia and in your real life, we all feel the gap you've left. I won't ever forget you Steven. It will be hard to write another Naruto Rp post without you there to back me up every step of the way, lecturing me on my horrible spelling and too detailed posts. I will keep this short, since you hated it when I wrote too much about the small things. You will always be held in my heart; You're my best friend, always will be. Keep being you, you are amazing. I love you man. crying emotion_bigheart Sana-Chan emotion_yatta
To follow suit of your other friend, I guess I'll say my piece here, as I've got no where else to say it.
Thank you. Thank you so much for being my friend. For being there when I needed you. For a good chunk of this year I felt so alone. So crushed. But you renewed my hope that there could still be good in life. I know, this probably sounds really melodramatic, but it's true. You kept me smiling through those dark, lonely nights. I looked forward to every message I got from you. I looked forward to seeing you sign on when we added each other on Skype. I only wish we had done it sooner. It breaks my heart to think I'll never get to talk to you again, but I'll never forget you. Even though we only really spoke for a year or two, I considered you to be a very good friend, and will always remember you as such.
Almost 14 years ago we met on a school van that had to pick you up from Kindergarten. We laughed, yelled, screamed, and played all at the same time. In those small few moments we became best friends. blaugh I still remember our first fight. It was New years and we were in the kitchen making Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and it was time to put the bread up. Being the "Good" friend what I am I took the break and placed it where I thought it belong but it didn't. Words were exchanged and soon arms and legs were swinging everywhere. Even though you got over it in a day I didn't, but technically it worked out because I think that's how the failing tradition of trying to avoid you on your B-day came about. What I can say is after that one small fight that we laugh at, We never fought since and if we did it was because we knew that neither one of us would go too far. You've seen me at my greatest and at my darkest hour. I'm glad I had you as a friend and as much as it kills me that you are gone you will always be here in the hearts of those who loved you. You are my best friend and I love you like a brother. Now play that I can make it to the other side because you were kind of the only one keeping me from trolling the world sweatdrop goodbye my jerk crying
A woman meets a man in a bar.
They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together.
They get back to his place,
and as he shows her around his apartment.
She notices that one wall of his bedroom is
completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three shelves in the bedroom,
with hundreds and hundreds of cute,
cuddly teddy bears carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them
and she was immediately touched
by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom shelf,
medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf,
and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf..
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy
to have such a large collection of Teddy Bears,
She is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
but doesn't mention this to him.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and,
after awhile, she finds herself thinking,
'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future father of my children?'
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips
He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds,
and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom
where they rip off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion,
more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy,
they are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly,
'Well,how was it?'
The guy gently smiles at her,
strokes her cheek,
looks deeply into her eyes,
'Help yourself to any prize
from the middle shelf'