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Name: Madison

Age: I'm not THAT old...am I?

Likes: Reading, reviewing

Dislikes: Flamers.

Anyway...for people who love copy and paste

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit
some friends one evening
and time passed quickly as each shared
their various experiences of the past year.

She ended up staying longer than
planned, and had to walk home alone.
She wasn't afraid
because it was a small town and she lived
only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm
trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from
harm and danger.

When she reached the alley, which was a
short cut to her house, she decided to take it.

However, halfway down the alley she
noticed a man standing at the end as though he
were waiting for her.

She became uneasy and began to pray,
asking for
God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
and security wrapped round her, she felt as
though someone was walking with her.

When she reached the end of the alley,
she walked right past the man and arrived
home safely.

The following day, she read in the
newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same
alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.

Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
the fact that it could have been her, she began to
weep.

Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
help this young woman, she decided to go to the
police station.

She felt she could recognize the man, so
she told them her story.

The police asked her if she would be
willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify
him.

She agreed and immediately pointed out
the man she had seen in the alley the night
before.

When the man was told he had been
identified, he
immediately broke down and confessed.

The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
and asked if there was anything they could do
for her.

She asked if they would ask the man one
question.

Diane was curious as to why he had not
attacked her.

When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't alone.
She had two tall men walking on either side of
her."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of
teenagers will not stand up for God?

Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly
believe in
God..

Meaning of Each Letter in Your Name

A: Hot(Yeah!)
B: Loves people
C: A good kisser
D: Makes people laugh
E: Has gorgeous eyes(True)
F: People wild and crazy adore you
G: Very outgoing
H: Easy to fall in love with
I: Loves to smile and laugh(Yay)
J: Really sweet(True)
K: Really silly
L: Smile to die for
M: Makes dating fun(Maybe)
N: Can kick the crap out of you(Totally!)
O: Has one of the best personalities ever
P: Popular with all types of people
Q: A hypocrite
R: Good boyfriend/girlfriend
S: Cute(True)
T: A very good kisser
U: Is very flirtatious.
V: Not judgemental
W: Very broad minded
X: Never let people tell you what to do
Y: Is loved by everyone
Z: Can be funny and dumb at times

Please read-true story (not me)

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Some Funny Jokes...That Are Probably Dirty

So school was starting and the teacher went to take roll for the students. She counted 3 students absent and went to continue on with class. Suddenly the first absent boy walks in.

Teacher: Where have you been?
Boy: I've been on top of Blueberry Hill.
Teacher: Please take your seat.

The next absent boy walks in, and the teacher looks at him.

Teacher: And where have you been?
2nd Boy: I've been on top of Blueberry Hill.
Teacher: Please take your seat.

Finally, the third absent girl walks in and the teacher looks at her.

Teacher: Let me guess...you'be been on top of Blueberry Hill?
Girl: I am Blueberry Hill!!

So there was this boy who was playing out in the mud when all of a sudden his mom yells from the house.
Mother: Come on, sweetheart! It's time to take a bath with your mother!
Boy: Okay, mommy!
So the boy is in the shower with his mother and she tells him not to look up or down. The boy looks up and asks.

Boy: Mommy, mommy! What are those?
Mommy: These are Mommy's headlights, darling.

The boy is quiet for a little bit then he looks down.

Boy: Mommy, mommy! What is that?
Mommy: That is mommy's rainforest, darling.

So the boy and his mother finish their shower, and later on in the day, the boy's father yells from in the living room.

Father: Come on son, its time to take a bath with Daddy!
Boy: Okay daddy!

The boy and his father are in the shower, and his father tells him not to look down. The boy looks down and asks:

Boy: Daddy, daddy! What is that?
Daddy: This is daddy's snake, son.

So then they get out and later on that night, the Boy is sleeping with his mother and Father. They tell him not to look up or down. After a few minutes the boy disobeys them.

Boy: Mommy, mommy! Turn on your headlights! Daddy's snake is going into your forest!

So this girl was playing outside in the rain whenever her mother told her to come inside for the rest of the day. Then, the doorbell rings and the girl answers it. It is her best friend who of which is a boy. The boy asks her to come out and play. She replies:

Girl: My mommy, told me not to. I don't think I want to.
Boy: I'll give you ten lollipops if you do!
Girl: Okay!

So she is outside with the boy playing. He asks her to come back to his house with him and she replies:

Girl: My mommy told me not to, I don't think I want to.
Boy: I'll give you ten more lollipops!
Girl: Okay!

So the girl is at the boy's house when all of a sudden, he asks her to have sex with him. The girl replies:

Girl: My mommy told me not to, I don't think I want to.
Boy: I'll give you even more lollipops!
Girl: Okay!

The boy's Father walks into the room and shouts at the girl to get off of his son. She replies:

Girl: My mommy told me not to, I don't think I want to.

Friends v.s Best Friends

FRIENDS: Will tell you what you want to hear.
BEST FRIENDS: Will always tell the truth.

FRIENDS: Will be there for you all through school.
BEST FRIENDS: Will be there till the day you die.

FRIENDS: Hate it when you call after they've gone to bed.
BEST FRIENDS: Ask you why you took so long to call.

FRIENDS: Wonder about your romantic history.
BEST FRIENDS: Could blackmail you with it.

FRIENDS: When visiting, acts like a guest.
BEST FRIENDS: Open your refrigerator and helps themself.

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Have shoulders soggy from your tears.

FRIENDS: Don't know your parents' first names.
BEST FRIENDS: Have their phone numbers in their address book.

FRIENDS: Expect you to always be there for them.
BEST FRIENDS: Expect to always be there for you.

FRIENDS: Are people you enjoy hanging out with.
BEST FRIENDS: Are people you need.

FRIENDS: Will say, "Don't hurt her" and leave it at that
BEST FRIENDS: Will say, "She's my best friend, break her heart, I'll break your face!"

FRIENDS: Will ask why you're crying
BEST FRIENDS: Will already have the shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry

FRIENDS:Lend you their umbrella
BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and yell 'RUN BITCH RUN!'

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! we fucked up!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Bitch drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!

FRENDS: Will confort you when the guy rejects you
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to him and say 'its becuase your gay isn't it?'

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
BEST FRIENDS: Will re-post this shittttt!

10 BEST THINGS ABOUT BEING A GIRL

10. We can wear guy clothes, but if they wear ours they get funny looks

9. At least one girl always survives in horror movies

8. We can put cotton between our toes and paint our nails without feeling the least bit silly

7. Our magazines have horiscopes

6. Girls with guy first names like Taylor sound cool, but it doesn't work the other way around

5. Our friends don't say "hi" but punching us in the arm

4. Yes PMS sucks, but at least we have an excuse to lay around eating chocolate once a month

3. Make-up covers any imperfections we may have

2. If we flirt with a cop, we can get out of a speeding ticket

1. Girl Talk... you know, the way we all just understand each other without having to explain a thing

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.

'Before you take the life of your baby, really consider all your option. Would you rather be fat for a while, or kill your child?

If you're against abortion, re-post this

I say abortion is freakin' wrong every baby deserves to live!!!

If your against child abuse, copy and paste this on your profile:

My name is May

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 aren't 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 its 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 its 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 May

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

A REAL BOYFRIEND

When she walks away from you mad- Follow her
When she stare's at your lips-Kiss her
When she pushes you or hits you- Grab her and don’t let go
When she start's cursing at you-Kiss her and tell her you love her
When she's quiet-Ask her what’s wrong
When she ignore's you-Give her your attention
When she pulls away- Pull her back
When you see her at her worst- Tell her she's beautiful
When you see her start crying-Just hold her and don’t say a word
When you see her walking- Sneak up and hug her waist from behind
When she's scared- Protect her
When she lays her head on your shoulder-Tilt her head up and kiss her
When she steal's your favorite hat- Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night
When she teases you- Tease her back and make her laugh
When she doesn’t answer for a long time- reassure her that everything is okay
When she looks at you with doubt- Back yourself up with the TRUTH
When she says that she likes you- she really does more than you could understand
When she grabs at your hands- Hold hers and play with her fingers
When she bumps into you- bump into her back and make her laugh
When she tells you a secret- keep it safe and untold
When she looks at you in your eyes- don’t look away until she does
WHEN SHE MISSES YOU- SHES HURTING INSIDE
When you break her heart- the pain NEVER really goes away
When she says its over-she STILL wants you to be hers
When she repost this bulletin- she wants you to read it
Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything
DON'T let her have the last word
Always call her when you know somethings wrong
Pretty and beautiful is soo much better than calling her hot.
Say you love her more than she could ever love you
Argue that she is the best girl ever
When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go
When she says she's ok don’t believe it, talk with her
Because 10 yrs later she'll remember you
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her
Call her before you sleep and after you wake up
Treat her like she's all that matters to you
Tease her and let her tease you back
Stay up all night with her when she's sick
Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid
Give her the world
Let her wear your clothes
When she's bored and sad, hang out with her
Let her know she's important
Kiss her in the pouring rain
When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"
If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will:
Call you
Kiss you
Love you
Text you
Guys post as: "I'd be this Boyfriend"
Girls post as: "A REAL BOYFRIEND

My boyfriend is trying to do these things...fails some of them though TT^TT