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Anything, anyway can this be the heart lost to, perfection? I danced wanting to peel back the eyelids of hate forever, still as night falls asunder. Torn are the sails of pessimism, forever still the winds of regret, hast thou found the secret lair of contentment? Beauty lasts as long as the heart feigns evil, toil amongst the trudges of the impure soul, of the beast that is thine pride mislead, to thy bitter end.

Man A: He takes you out and pays for dinner most of the time unless you want to treat him or you repeateadly insist you pay. He open doors, pulls out your chair during dates. Shares ALL of the household duties with you and even cooks for you occasionally. Buys you gifts on occasion(Teddy bears , flowers, candy, perfume, jewerely) and spoils you on your birthday. Compliments you all the time and is respectful to your parents. Gives you hot passionate sex and plunges his manhood into you any way you want it. Values your company. Plans romantic dinners for valentines day and annivesaries. Takes you on vacation during the summer. Always tells you he loves you before he goes to work.

Man B: He pays for you when he ask you out and lets you pay when you ask him out. He open doors, but does not pull out you chair at dinner. He helps with some of the household duties and makes you breakfast in bed sometimes. He buys you gifts for your birthday and valentines. Tells you how hot you look on occasion. Loves having sex with you.

A OR B.

Definitely A. I like to be pampered and adored. Man A sounds like the perfect partner.

Ok well.. i wanted to find out what the ablum name to thing song was and then i realized there was two so on itunes. So i plyed them both and Colt 45 is different and Crazy Rap is the ones that i want but when i look anywhere else they are the same song? Which is actuually the one that has these lyrics?

Wait a minute man
Hey check this out man (tell it)
There was this blind man right, (this fool right here)(man check it, hey)
There was this blind man right(hey)
He was feelin’ his way down the street with a stick right (yeah), hey
He walked past this fish market, you know what I’m sayin’ (fish market?)
He stopped he took a deep breath he said
"Snfffffff, woooo good morning ladies" <all laughing>
You like that shit man (that was pretty good)
Hey man I got a gang of that shit man
I tell you what my man on the guitar,
Hey fool on the drums.
Everyone just gather around the mic I’ll tell you all these mutha fuckin’ jokes but first imma start off like that, hey help me sing it homeboy (C’mon!)

Say Colt 45 and 2 zig-zags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burns we can take our turn singing them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin high as hell flyin’ through Palmdale
Skatin’ on ragged rims
So roll, roll, the ‘83 Cadilac Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell i bet my (caddy) cabby will.

Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it East Side Palmdale (well)
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (hell)
Well I was standing on the corner sellin’ rap CDs
When i met a little girl name Jan
I let her ride in my caddy cause I didnt know her daddy was the leader of The Ku (klux)Kluck Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin’ afro
Then I fucked to the left
Fucked to the right
She sucked my dick ’til the shit turned white
I thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my ass lookin’ like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
When her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
And so I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin’ with a two-by-four
Oh he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The mother fucker wooped my ass all night
But i aint mad at a prejudice dad
That’s the best damn pussy I ever had
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I’m gonna fuck that bitch just one more time

[CHORUS]
Colt 45 and 2 zig-zags baby that’s all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin’ high as hell flyin’ through Palmdale
Skatin’ on dayton rims
So roll, roll, the ‘83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell, I bet my Cabby will

I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair but damn she looked good
I took her to my house ’cause she was fine
But she whupped out a dick that was bigger than mine

I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once
I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice
Don’t be amazed at stories I tell ya
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo

See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said aaiiiii
Lips where breakfast
Pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian punch

Met Colonel Sanders’ wife in the state of Kentucky
She said I’ll fry some chicken if you just fuck me
I came in her mouth it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices

[CHORUS]
Colt 45 and 2 zig-zags baby that’s all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

I met Dolly (pardon) Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said yes Ms. Daisy

I met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that pussy in a coma

Met this lady in Michigan
I can’t wait ’til I fuck that bitch-again

Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her til she turned to a white Albina

Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her

Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya

Met this beautiful sexy ho
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her name’s Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I cant afford it
I know I’m a cry when she get deported

[CHORUS]

It’s officaly called Crazy rap but some people call it Colt 45.

Afroman actually has another song called colt 45.

Well this is more complicated then most stories and i don’t know how to explain this in short form but i will try best.
Well lets just say that my parents are getting a divorce and i cannot contact my mom what so ever for maybe another week its been since February since i have talked to her, so it has to be nice, i have very little money and im only a kid so i cant take to a spa or anything expensive so that sucks So it will be a little harder to do then just making a cheesy card or bed in breakfast) maybe you have some ideas and please help!!!!

upload a photo of her and you and or your family and make a card or pic frame and print it out if you dont have a printer or do it yourself handmade.store bought is less personal you own creativity and effort brings it so much more meaning .and if you want to buy her a gift get her flowers or chocalate go to a shop or pharmacy they have cute stuff with like teddybears and flowers or candy

BEFORE YOU READ: read until the very end. the last sentence will seem horrible unless you read till the end

ALSO: Y!A WONT ALLOW PARAGRAPHS FOR SOME WEIRD REASON! DISREGARD THE PARAGRAPH THING!

Miranda rolled out of bed and fell on the ground. Hard. Mornings were not her thing, especially when she had to get up an hour early in order to finish her homework. She managed to drag her feet to the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. "Ugh! I am Frankensteins bride!" she insulted herself. Her silky, black hair was extremely messy and her big, brown eyes looked tired. She had been sleeping on her arm and it had left a big imprint across her pale face. She rubbed her eyes and grabbed a pink towel off the hanger to wash her face. She put her hair into a high pony tail, put her silky pink robe on, and headed down the stairs to get a bowl of cereal. But what she found was most out of the ordinary.
"Mom! What are you doing up so early… and what are you wearing?" she asked, referring to her big red dress with an apron.
"Well, sweetie, why wear some ratty old pajama pants when you can look your best?" her mom asked.
"Um… because it’s early in the morning?" she pointed to her robe and her piggy slippers. "Why are you up so early?" she asked again.
"How could I be sleeping on such a lovely day? The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining…" her mom started.
"It’s a cold, rainy, January day!" Miranda pointed out. "You are usually asleep until 12. What time did you get up?" she took a big sip of her coffee.
"5:00"
"and you went to bed at…?"
"4:15"
Miranda took a spit take. "Mom! you need more sleep than that" she lectured.
"No I don’t! Do I look the least bit sleepy to you? No! Now, here, I made breakfast." she gave her a plate with two eggs that looked like eyes and a big bacon strip that looked like a goofy smile. "Eat up!"
As Miranda ate, a million thoughts passed through her mind. "Is mom hallucinating? Am I hallucinating? Why does she look like she’s from the 20’s? Is this a dream? Nobody ever does the bacon egg smiley face breakfast anymore? Why isn’t she getting sleep? Why isn’t she grumpy for getting up this early and ONLY having 45 minutes of sleep?" and, the most important thought of all: "and where did she get those shoes? They’re cute!"
"Uh… mom? I need to go to school now. A before school club! Yeah! Thanks for breakfast." Miranda lied. She quickly changed into her favorite jeans a t-shirt, sneakers, and a coat, grabbed her book bag and headed out. But… something was different.
EVERYONE, everyone looked like they were from the 20’s. Even her friends! "Uh… hey dudes! Whats up with all these people?" she asked.
"What does ‘whats up’ and ‘dudes’ mean?" asked her best friend Kimberly. "and where did you get those clothes? They look…"
"Fab?" Miranda asked.
"Ridiculous! What does fab mean? You must use proper language!" scolded Kimberly
"Oh, shut up!" Miranda joked.
"Well, I never!" Kimberly said angrily as she stormed off.
"Whatever!" Miranda walked along. She was planning to stop at Al’s Bakery for a muffin before school, because she didn’t have an appetite back at home. But it wasn’t there! "This is too weird!" Then, she saw a poor, hungry old woman trying to sell bread to people. "Oh, poor woman!" Miranda said to herself. She went up to the old lady and gave her some coins. "Eat the bread yourself. I am buying it for you."
"Oh, thank you, dear! You are a saint!" the old woman told her joyfully. "But take this piece of bread! I insist!" she gave her a tiny piece of bread which she shoved in her pocket.
"Thanks, lady! Oh, I need to go! Bye!" she happily waved to the old lady and left. "Ok…" she said to herself. "I will go to school and everything will be perfectly normal." She walked for about 10 minutes and stopped where her school was. Well, where is was SUPPOSED to be. There was nothing but an open lot which she fainted on.
"Miranda? Miranda?" she heard her mother say. She felt a shake. "Get up! You’re late! You are just so lazy! Get ready for school!"
"Oh… it was just a dream!" she sat up, put her slippers on, and stood up. As she walked to the bathroom, a little peice of bread fell from her pocket.

Did you write this yourself?! if you did its a very good story!!!! i don’t think you need to change it at all its wonderful!!:) if this was a book,i would read it:)

Hope I Helped!!

Hi i need a little guidance and some opinions on my situation…

i have been with my boyfriend for 6 years now..when we met he was a uni…i was working and looking after my daughter so was mainly paying for most things as he didnt earn much…due to personnal reason he dropped ut of uni for awhile and worked for abit here and there…..as the years have gone on he has decided that he wants to go back to uni and finish what he started..he now doesnt work and hasnt for awhile..and he has not started uni yet either..all he keeps saying is he is waiting for financial assistance before he can do anything…i pay for rent,gas,electric,water food..basically everything!! dont get me wrong he does help out round the houese…he will put a load of washing on etc.. i have started to fell different towards him over the past year..my sex drive has gone..althoug i still put out..just to keep him happy…i cook for him everyday…we do NOTHING together as he is always broke.i do the little thing like still bring him breakfast in bed…he has bought me flowers twice since been together..well one rose for valentines and a bunch i asked for!!! i think the little things mean alot….im not tight so if we do do anything i will pay…he sometimes says its annoying him being broke..and when i suggest maybe a saturday job or something he comes up with every excuse under the sun…and i am now getting really pisses off..i wake every morning at 7 to get my daughter up..whilst he is still snoring..drop her to school and go to work..whilst he stillis snoring.. he will get up at around 11 and frist thing he will do is put tv on..and normally stays there until bed time!! he does not live in my area so often i will drop him home and pick him up…with regards to our love life he is constantly grabbing me or will shove his hand down my top which piss’s me off now..as i feel like abit of meat…and on the rare occassions when i dont feel in the mood..he will then continue to ask why i fell asleep which is stressing me out..coz now i feel like right have sex then i can go sleep with no questions..i feel stressed frustated andthat im being taken for a mug..6 years is a long time…and it scaes me to think of me ending it..but i dunno what to do!! i just want your opinions and if you was me what you would do…

dont waste my time with stupid immature comments!!
when i say he live in diff place…its 2o mins down the road and he stays with me for like 5 days in a row..eats out all my food etc…then buggers back to where his family are for a couple of days then comes back again for another few day!! he smokes weed aswell which i have asked him to stop..but has not.
my daughter is 7 years old.

I know you are scared to end this relationship but you need to talk to him. You need to tell exactly what you have told us. And honey, as long as you continue to give him breakfast in bed, cook for him, and have sex with him he will not move a muscle to change.Why should he? He has everything that he needs. He needs to know that putting a load of washing on is not going to put food on the table.

I need to be honest with you and I’m sure you are not going to want to agree with me but at least I am being honest. Your boyfriend has become very lazy and he’s very happy being at home doing nothing. For him not to find work on the weekends should be telling you that he has no intention of looking for work. And if he had to wait until he gets financial assistance before he goes to the university then he should have kept his job. And there is no guarantee that he is going to get financial assistance. Your boyfriend is depending on you to serve his needs on hands and foot and doesn’t care about how you feel about it.

You need to not ask him anything. But need to tell him how it’s going to be from now on. You need to be firm with him and you need to tell him if he doesn’t pull his weight then he’s out of your life. You also need to tell him that if he is not happy then the door is there. If you don’t show him that you mean business then he will find all kinds of excuses and he will try to win your trust in him. Right now he cannot be trusted because he’s depending on you for everything. And you need to make it clear to him that it’s at the point where it’s affecting your relationship with him. You have been with this man for 6 years and if he doesn’t smarten up then he needs to know that you will not tolerant him for another 6 years. If your boyfriend plans on using you this way while he waits to go to the university or while he’s in the university then you need to tell him that it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee. And you need to stop making breakfast, cooking and giving him sex until he can prove to you that he not using you.

If you don’t stand on your own two feet then he will not change. And in the long run you will get to hate him. Ask him if he is going to piss you off until you start to hate him. You should not be afraid to talk to him. And you should not be afraid to show how angry you are at him for becoming such a lazy person. He should be ashamed for doing this to you. If this guy really cares for you then you have nothing to lose by telling him how you really feel about him because he won’t leave you. But if he leaves you for this then this will answer your questions about him and where you relationship was at.

If you have time, can you read my essay and give me some feedback? Just edit it, and possibly give some constructive criticism.

Out of the 365 days in a year, we have one day to show someone we love them and shower them with materialistic gifts. Unfortunately, many people celebrate this pointless holiday and spend money on things they don’t need. This holiday mostly benefits greeting card companies and stores that sell candy, chocolate or small gifts Do people really need to buy gifts, take their loved ones to dinner, present valentine’s cards, flowers, teddy bears and chocolate to prove they love one another? If people stopped caring about this commercialized ‘holiday’ so much, they might realize that doing small things throughout the year and saying “I love you” would be enough. Even though Valentine’s Day is meant of couples, anyone who has a loved one can celebrate too. After all it is a day about ‘love’, so why specify it to couples only. If I did celebrate Valentine’s Day, my mother would be my Valentine because she means the world to me, spending the day with each other doing the things we love which will enhance our mother-daughter relationship.

When someone asks you who your Valentine is, most people would say “my boyfriend/girlfriend”. If not, many people join the practice of asking out their person of interest. Valentine’s Day would be a family holiday, not a romantic one. Through the baby years to the teenage years, she never gave up. My mother is my best friend, the nicest person I have known. She is the reason I still live at home. The small things make me appreciate her even more. She deserves more than I can give her, that’s why this day will be a special day. A mother-daughter day rather than Valentine’s day.

My day with my mother would be simple, fun and different from any other day. Breakfast, the most important meal of the day, will be cooked and served by myself. The cliché “breakfast in bed”. I would serve her favorites; eggs, hummus, falafel, Manakish (dough topped with thyme), and a nice hot cup of tea. After breakfast we would take a nice walk in our favorite park in the cool, February morning air. We head back home to begin our favorite TV show marathons. Starting with The Little House on the Prairie, my mom’s favorite classic. Finishing with a Gilmore Girls marathon, a show about the perfect mother-daughter relationship. Later that evening we go to dinner at our favorite restaurant called, Heider Baba. My mom loves it because it serves the best Middle Eastern food in Southern California. Stuffed bellies and smiles on our faces, we drive over to the Griffith Park Observatory. Our day ends watching the twinkling stars above us and a hug with a sweet but silent “I love you, mom”.

Such a wonderful day would make me realize how much I truly love my mother and how fragile our time together really is. Time fades, but our love won’t. I would appreciate my mother much more than before and not take her for granted.

Emotional or not, this day is meant to show someone’s feelings toward someone else. To a mother, father, brother or a best friend. It also gives them a chance to think about someone else for a chance. So many of us, especially in today’s society, are caught up in our own heads. We forget the people around us. Valentine’s Day helps people think about someone other than their selves for a change.
how the hell did you all read it so fast. I need serious people

I think it’s sweet overall and I understand your opinion. While I agree that Valentine’s Day could be shared between family members or friends, not just couples, and I see what you are trying to say by saying that is overly commercialized, but Valentine’s Day’s history shows that it is held in honor of Saint Valentine. He was a Roman bishop who held secret marriages of soldiers, against the rule of Claudius II, who didn’t allow soldiers of young age to get married. Many people disapproved of this law, but Claudius II was a powerful emperor and it was Rome, so who was going to argue? But Saint Valentine decided to do something about it and not let couples give up on hopes of marriage. So this is why Valentine’s Day is originally and correctly held for couples. While I don’t think it’s strange or stupid at all for you to spend time with your Mom specially on V Day, it’s historically and traditionally incorrect to do so. I also do understand what you are trying to say by saying that people spend too much money and underestimate the value of just saying "I love you" and being with each other, since our world has become a bit materialistic, but you have to understand the significance of a holiday. This is a romantic holiday and it’s not like it comes around every day of the year, so couples choose to go out and try hard to make an extra special day for each other, without caring how much money they spend for each other. <3

But ignoring the context and just centering on the grammar and vocab and sentence structure, it looks like a A+ through B+ essay, depending on what grade you are in and if you are in an Honors class or not. But I do not agree with most of the context. I respect your opinion though, and I know it would be a pain to rewrite all that just because I say otherwise, so you should definitely handin the essay! <3
Happy almost V-day!

My husband’s birthday is tomorrow and he will be turning 36. He didn’t want a huge party or anything. It’s really just another day to him, but I wanted to do a little something for him, but I really can’t think of anything I was going to get up early and make him breakfast in bed, plus I bought him a really nice watch, so I don’t want to spend too much money. I thought about a picnic or a themed movie night, but I don’t know…..what do you think? BTW, we don’t have kids, so I can’t use them to create him something special!

Tara,
It’s a bit late, but maybe you could make him batch of fudge or some other chocolate candy treat. There are lots of delicious recipes at http://chocolate-candy-mall.com if you have the ingredients on hand.

If you are able to run to the store, you could either pick up the ingredients or even get a half a dozen or so candy bars and a piece of poster board and make him a chocolate candy bar card using the names of the bars as part of the message. Very cute. There are instructions and ideas for the message at http://www.chocolate-candy-mall.com/chocolate-candy-bar-cards.html

Have fun, and remember, if you give him something chocolate, he’ll probably let you share. =)

me and my sister are hoping to start a b&b soon and we need to know what qualifications we may need.
I’m going to take a bed and breakfast management class through pennfoster college. Do I need to take anything else like small business management or bookkeeping

I don’ think you need any qualifications but you do need basic business skills. You probably need some cooking skills and customer service skills as well.

What is the tone of this poem?

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?

Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old
enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?
There is movement beneath the water, but it
may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.

And then life suggests that you remember the
years you ran around, the years you developed
a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,
owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are
genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have
become. And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.

Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one
who never had any conditions, the one who waited
you out. This is life’s way of letting you know that
you are lucky. (It won’t give you smart or brave,
so you’ll have to settle for lucky.) Because you
were born at a good time. Because you were able
to listen when people spoke to you. Because you
stopped when you should have and started again.

So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And
then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,
while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

This is not a poem…