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Lament my loss, my labour, and my pain, All ye that hear my woeful plaint and cry. If ever man might once your heart constrain To pity words of right, it should be I That since the time that youth in me did reign My pleasant years to bondage did apply, Which, as it was, I purpose to declare Whereby my friends hereafter may be ware ...

-A FUNNY STORY-

Do you know the funny and strange story of a woman who burned a frozen rabbit? No? Then read this. Have fun. And don't forget to comment if you liked the story or not. Please don`t write mean comments if you don`t like it. What's your opinion on the story? . . .

"This jar is full of stupid worthless things, but they’re worth something to me” - Miranda Harcourt.

On a clear, but cold Wellington after… Read more

Yo, what's crackalakin my nigga? This ya boy EDP445, voice of the streets, and I gotta set the record straight. Now, some haters out there tryna paint me as the villain, but I'm here to spit truth straight from my soul. So, lemme address these allegations and justify that I ain't done no wrong.

First off, these accusations don't hold no weight. People sayin' I did this or that, but where's the proof? I'm innocent ti… Read more

welp, its been "fun" but, ngl Im just done with this place. I've watched the people come and go, seen friends join and leave. my time has come. so that's all I think, most if not all of you don't rember or know me, but to those that do, so long. thanks for everything.

A man walks into a bar and orders three shots. "Long day?" the bartender asks. "Well... My oldest son just came out..." The man finishes the shots and leaves the bar. The next day, the man comes back and orders four shots. "What now?" the bartender asks. "My middle son just came out." The man finishes his drinks and leaves. He comes back the next day and orders five shots. "Again?" the bartender asks. "Yeah. My youngest son." He drinks his shots and leaves. The next day, he comes in again. This time, he orders ten shots. "My God! Is there anyone in your family that likes girls??" the bartender asks. "Yeah... My wife." (Repost!)

Hey, people! My stepmother had been to the store with my baby brother today. She came home at 14:30 or something, (European time) she asked me to help her carry the groceries bags. [note: the bags are made out of plastic]

I did as I was asked for. The stairs I had to walk down has 18 steps. (yes, I count every step in a staircase when I walk in one.) The staircase ain’t very steep. The ninth step is big, you can f… Read more