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Big Mac
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I needa double cheese burger and hold the lettuce
don't be frontin son no seeds on the bun
we be up in this drive thru, order for two
I gots a craving fo' number nine like my shoe
we need some chicken up in here,
in this hizzle
for rizzle my mizzle
extra salt on the frizzle
Dr. peppa ma brotha,
anotha fo yo motha
double double super size
and don't forget the fries!
CRISPY!

I know what your thinkin. POSER! AND YOU DIDN'T SAY THE LYRICS TO THE RAP RIGHT!
Actually, I didn't. This is how I rap. I didn't make this up. But the monkey rock song I made up. (last entry.)

THE CAMP
By: ShadowRoy64
I went to a retreat /winter Camp over the weekend. It sounds kiddish and... it was. But I liked it. The "theme " was The Olympics. The winter Olympics. We only chose the country's we prayed for, though. My group was Afghanistan. Our motto was "the Afgans will kick yo cans!" I made it up. But I don't know what they did about the Americas. My cabin Was Asia. We were the highest grade and the best of the best at any thing, almost anything a -- to a -- could do. ( not telling my age if you don't know already!)

I was surprisingly the calmest one in the whole winter camp, including all the pastors and counselors. ME! Since it was my first time, everyone introduced me a bit and I felt not as much as a newbie. Everyone was screaming when I got there because of the snack for 8 I brought. We were in a rush at Wal-mart to get a snack and head across the state to the camp. I felt my sweet tooth yelling at me. " GET THE DONUTS! NO, GET THE JELLY DONUTS, NO! GET THE HO-HO'S! My mom said I had 3 seconds. BANG! ho hos it was.

So once I opened the re-used plastic grocery bag, every little, and older kid screamed in my group. I surprisingly took the most un-healthy, calorie filled, chocolaty snack possible. I was basically the counselor's helper. I jotted down notes when it was necessary and was intentionally breathed on. I looked up and there was a second grader, staring at me and my drawing of the pastor. He called himself Mike "the hammer" Iforget hislastname ( Actually, I forgot his last name.) Anyways, the second grade girl liked the picture. For me, it was a sloppy sketch that just occurred to my mind. But to her, it was the best drawing she'd ever see. Then she said "that was good. can i draw somthing for you?" I was going to stand up, back away from the child, and say I have a girlfriend and I am an orange belt in tie kwon do. but instead, my lazyness got ahead of me. "Sure" I said.


The thing looked so ugly I would barf all over the picture and her glasses but I didn't. burning_eyes It was two ugly stick figures with rectangle bodys and open eyes like this eek and there was an opening at the bottom, I am assuming the mouth an there was a line from one to the other. I think she was trying to motion me to kiss her or to put on chap stick. either way i got up and ran to the bathroom. xp

Either way I didn't go anywhere by her the next day. After a few worship songs,I came back from there and we started the service. The Olympic music came on. Pastor Mike Had a light-up toy that looked like a torch and walked down a tiny walkway to where the music stand was and the band. sweatdrop Then we began the sermon.

It was about how with God's help we can do anything. One thing I will remember is to always give your best effort for God, and then do a bit more. Then I bet your thinking. HAHA LOSER! That's so lame of you to remember that! But something told me to remember that.But I did. and still do.

For a bit of humor, mostly psychological torture, They decided to have two fake bodybuilders like Arnold Shortsineiger be stars of the service. They were called " Hans and Frans." Hans was bald, but with a golden goatee on his chin. Frans had brown hair, a brownish goatee /tiny beard. They probably had padding. They both wore Grey sweatpants and sweatshirts to match. They both also talked loudly in an austrian accient. They always interupted pastor Mike and said "YAH" or poked Mike and said " flabby man!" It was funny for about 2 seconds. or at least I was laughing that long.
I will tell the rest of the story later.
So I'll see you when you see me!