MrsKarasuIero
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Joined 03-10-09, id: 1862715, Profile Updated: 03-14-09

Hallo! I'm kinda knew. I've been using FF for a while but I never actually had an acount. I'm not a very good writer so be warned. If I come up with anything good I'll definately post it. Anyways heres some info about me.

Name: Samantha (Sam)

Age:18

Sex: Love it!(Female)

Town:Yosemite Lakes Park, California

Favorite pairings:

Naruto:

SasukexNaruto

YondaimexNaruto

GaaraxNeji

NejixGaara

HakuxGaara

GaaraxHaku

ZabuzaxHaku

SasorixDeidara

ItachixSasuke

KakuzuxHidan

KimimaroxJuugo

NejixSasuke

SasukexNeji

KakashixSasuke

Other:

EragonxRoran

GerardxFrank

GerardxMikey

Lots of others!

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Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

Post this on your profile if you think that abortion is wrong.

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The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

Post this on your profile if you think that racism is wrong.

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One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem: my husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do?"

"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg."

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.

"Jesus!" Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the hatpin.

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones.

"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr. Jones had winked off again. However, this time, the minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.

The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"

Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ass!"

"Amen," replied the congregation.

To every guy that said, "Sex CAN wait"

To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"

To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her

To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down.

To every guy who has given her flowers just because that's how he rolls

To every guy that said he would die for her.

To every guy that really would.

To every guy that did what she wanted to die for

To every guy that cried in front of her...

To every guy that she cried in front of...

To every guy that holds hands with her.

To every guy that kisses her with meaning...

To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.

To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.

To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.

To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.

To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to
see her for ten minutes

To every guy that would give his seat up...

To every guy that just wants to cuddle.

To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.

To every guy who told his secrets to her.

To every guy that showed how much he cared through every word and every breath.

To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.

To every guy that believed in her dreams.

To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them

To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.

To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door

To every guy that gave his heart.

To every guy who prays that she is happy even if he isn't with her.

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...because of that, there aren't many left.

I guarantee the majority of the men on your page will not repost this 'cause they care more about their image.

If you are a nice guy, you can repost this with: "Nice Guys STILL Finish Last" and if you're a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way, you can repost this with: "To Every Guy"