Hi people , im going to be gone for a week so no new storys for now so i hope you liked my storys.

"Lesson number one - when your mom or your grandmother starts trying to pin down your specific whereabouts at a specific time and place, and she's smiling kind of weird, begin evasive maneuvers immediately."
- Graham to Rory, "Last Week Fights, This Week Tights

"I have a gigantic bottle of vodka at my place - the largest bottle of vodka known to man."
"But what will you drink?"
"Gin."
- Jason and Lorelai, fleeing a disastrous family dinner, "Tick, tick, tick, boom!"

your good friend will Bell you out of jail, but your best friend will be siting beside you saying "dude lets do that again".

My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my Daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't 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 are not home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
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 it's 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 it's 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 Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
(Poem by Misty Ramsey)

a friend someone who knows all about you and likes you just the same.

a friend walks in when everone eles walks out