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hey u strato coaster does ur mom know ur a fag
and that all u do is play bf2 for fucken 10000 hours and may i add sucks at it
or maby u are a 60 year old who has no sex so wacks of to noobs who
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hey u strato coaster does ur mom know ur a fag
and that all u do is play bf2 for fucken 10000 hours and may i add sucks at it
or maby u are a 60 year old who has no sex so wacks of to noobs who
keep ony orkckign on the frerwre WORLD MAN JEEEP O NTHE RAOCKIGN I NTEH FREE WORLD IOJK CASUSE ROCKING IS NOT THE WORSTY?
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holy foook xconrob go lerneding sombodys anglesh
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STORY TIME yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa its ntime ego thte zstoreys afrade and signint vinny

Larry Long has written several hundred songs during his 30 years of travel as a Troubadour; inspired by the people he has met and stories heês been told in communities across the world. Here are some excerpts from liner notes of stories behind some of the songs he has recorded on CD.


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Here I Stand: Elders' Wisdom, Children's Song
Here I Stand: Elders' Wisdom, Children's Song is a celebration of rural Alabama communities. It is based upon the shared memories and wisdom of their elder members fashioned into songs by school children. As a part of Elders' Wisdom, Children's Song, the elders told their stories and the children listened. With the help of their teachers and the creative guidance of Larry Long, the children transformed the stories into artwork, recitations, and songs. Students became historians, writers, artists, and musicians for their communities; they became links between the past and present.

Work is the prevailing theme. Like the peoples, cultures, and communities represented, the work is diverse. The songs are of Appalachian people who dug coal for little reward and faced the dangers of the mines; they are about people in the fields of the Black Belt -- ill paid and used; they are of people doing the hard, everyday work of home, of people who brought life and of people intent upon making a living.

The songs and their accompanying recitations were originally performed by the children and Larry Long as part of public celebrations honoring the elders and powerfully linking schools and communities. Inevitably the performances indicated the capacity of schools to honor their communities and to preserve, enrich, and celebrate their culture Elders' Wisdom, Children's Song makes clear that communities are important and stimulating learning resources for schools and that the study of their own places provides students with unique and relevant opportunities to use and acquire academic skills.

Elders' Wisdom, Children's Song is a core project of Community Celebration of Place, a non-profit organization founded and directed by Larry Long, and has been sponsored by the PACERS Small Schools Cooperative as a part of its program, Better Schools Building Better Communities. PACERS is an association of 28 small rural Alabama public schools committed to strengthening schools and communities.


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It Takes a Lot of People
It Takes a Lot of People was recorded live at the historic Crystal Theater, built in 1921, in Okemah, Oklahoma (home of Woody Guthrie), on December 1, 1988. It was Okemah's first tribute to Woody Guthrie. Woody Guthrie performed on this very stage as a member of Okemah's High School Glee Club. The tribute was blessed with the participation of students from Langston, Davenport, and Okemah plus renowned banjo virtuoso Alan Munde and Fidlin' Pete Watercott.

"I felt the warmth of my family all around me. Clara, Roy, Woody, George, Papa and Mama. They, too, all sat here in this very theater many years ago. When the children came marching down the aisle and on the stage I swelled with pride and the tears came. I knew Woody was watching." Mary Jo (Guthrie) Edgmon, Woody's sister.

For fifteen years Fiddlin' Pete and I have performed together. He's the only person I know that gets free health care with a bow and fiddle. When the fiddle begins, the politics end. So off we flew across Oklahoma, singing with Mr. Olden Edwards at his church, Chubby's Cafe, Gerald's Barber Shop, Madge's Donut Shop, Wagon Wheel, and Okemah's Senior Citizen Center, where the oldest man in Okfushdee County, Mr. George Dodson, clogged down the aisle when he heard the fiddle talk.


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PSALMS
As a child, I would close my eyes and allow my finger to drop on the scripture that God wanted me to read. In times of need God's revelations leaped off the pages of the PSALMS. The PSALMS gave me the poetry of the vastness of creation and the concentration of human longing. With the wail of a mother giving birth, the PSALMS cry out in joyous song. With the heartbeat of every person thrown into exile, the PSALMS take us home again.

I was born into a southern Baptist family, raised in a Jewish community, adopted by Franciscans and rediscovered God in a Dakota sweat lodge. But as Mark Twain writes, "travel is fatal to prejudice," and so it is when one journeys through comparative translations of religious text.

What is the difference between lacking and wanting? What is the difference between justice and righteousness? What is the difference between enemy and tormentor? What is the difference between forever and long years? Each question brings us closer to the community of God. Through discussion we find each other, delighting in the span of God's net.

My mother would sing the PSALMS to us at bed time; consoling us by affirming the presence of God in our every sleeping and waking hour. Now, with the same breath, I sing for my children. One night, while singing with my three year old daughter in a canoe beneath a full moon, she said, "Daddy, look at all the angels. Just look at all the angels."

As my grandmother underlined in PSALMS 139 of her Bible, given to me at her death, 'the night shall be light about me.' Surely it is so.

I give thanks with all of my heart
I give thanks with all of my mind
In the presence of angels I sing
Calling out to you one more time.



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Run for Freedom, Sweet Thunder
About the Run for Freedom: In 1981 Lakota children organized a 400 mile spiritual run to the Sioux Falls Prison in South Dakota. They called it the Run for Freedom. The runners were to exchange 'Sacred Prayer Staffs' with their relatives in prison. But on June 2nd, one of the runners, Kimberly Rose Means (Wanbli Wakan Win) was struck down by a drunken driver; a white man who was later released on a misdemeanor charge. This recording is dedicated to the children on the Run For Freedom; and to the spirit of Kimberly who lived her life in service for her people.

"Kimberly passed on to the spirit world at the tender age of eleven. An innocent young girl who was so full of life-so beautiful. The loss of a loved one is something you never get used to. You just learn to accept it. In accepting her loss, I choose not to remember the tragedy of her death, but the beauty of her life. Kimberly has taught me many things, and continues to teach me every day. She has taught me the meaning of patience. She has taught me what it means to be humble. And above all, she has taught me the importance of our children and how much they have to offer if we listen. I believe that Kimberly has a message for all of us. Her message is of struggle and sacrifice. And her message is of beauty. A beautiful people. A beautiful land. Beautiful water. A beautiful life!"



MITAKUYE OYASIN
Ted Means




"Water in the Rain"

This song is for the 38 and the Santee Nation. Placing the Santee Dakota Nation on reservations for the first time in 1851 was an act of cultural genocide. A mere decade thereafter, deprived of the freedom of the hunt, this ancient people stared starvation in its grim face. In August of 1862, there began a final defense of the Dakota Oyate - the long road to Wounded Knee. When the Wars of August were quelled, 303 Dakota were marked for the gallows. President Lincoln, in commuting the sentences of all but 38, paved the way for the largest mass execution in United States history.


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Troubadour
To talk about the troubadour on the road is to talk about a poetry free of institutions and patronage -- a poetry rooted in the earth rather than suspended in lofty abstractions -- a poetry that could turn the social order on its head and get away with it because the poet could also play the clown -- a poetry that spoke volumes to the people who knew first hand the long struggles and the small victories it recounted. In the road and its songs we find the connection between generations of troubadours, medieval and modern.

On the road the troubadour's audience and inspiration are to be found in the taverns, fairs, forests, small towns and neighborhoods where life and love are met, not in the abstract, but in the people. Here the poet discovers and celebrates the mundane and the sublime. The themes are many and varied -- the challenge of living with the earth and the wonders of its gifts, the fight for dignity and justice, the power of fate, the need for faith, the treasure of friendship. On the road the troubadour sees the colors of life, smells the awakening of the earth in the spring, and hears the voices of the people making their peace with the rhythms of the seasons and the seasons of the human being -- sowing, harvesting, birthing, dying, loving, laughing.

- Madonna Hettinger,

Assistant Professor of Medieval History, College of Wooster, Ohio (excerpt)




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Well May the World Go
(Field recording of Pete Seeger interview by Larry Long)

In the mid 1970s I sang for farmers fighting the construction of a high voltage power line in central Minnesota. It was a populist movement that brought together rural and urban people concerned about the environment, the family farmer, and the collusion between big, privately-owned utilities with the rural electric cooperatives. It was through fighting this high voltage power line with song that I met Pete Seeger. And it was quite by accident.

The farmers fighting that high voltage power line began reaching out to other farmers in order to build a larger rural coalition. It was in this spirit that a farmer named Virgil Fuchs and I took a trip to Appleton, where the first American Agriculture Movement strike office in Minnesota was established.

When we arrived at the strike office it was crowded with sugar beet farmers with their feed caps on. Virgil talked to them about how the big utilities had lied to the farmers in his county in order to get an easement to build their high-voltage power line. He then asked me to sing a couple of songs. When I got done singing this man everyone called "The Governor" said, "Larry, you remind me of Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger." The man's name was Elmer Benson. When Elmer was governor of Minnesota and the lumberjacks were on strike, Elmer called the National Guard out on the company! The lumberjacks won the strike.

Elmer told me many stories of when Pete and Woody came to the Midwest singing for the farmers and workers in need, and he called Pete and told him about my work. The next thing I knew I was on an American Agriculture Movement tractorcade heading east to Washington D.C. It was a slow trip that was started by a lonesome farmer from the Fargo/Moorhead area in a non-enclosed cab in the middle of winter.

By the time we reached Washington D.C., we were 100 miles long, single file, pulling into our nation's capital. I stayed in Washington D.C. for three months with those farmers that year. While I was there Pete Seeger called the national strike office and asked for me. Pete told me about his singing in Washington D.C. with dairy farmers in the 1930s.

I visited Pete and his wife Toshi at their home in upstate New York. What I remember most from that visit was going along the shores of the Hudson with Pete. While talking, Pete began to reach down and pick up cigarette butts along the shore. Soon I began doing the sameãall the while talking. Then we were walking between fishermen fishing and throwing their cigarette butts and aluminum cans into paper bags. Next thing we know those same fishermen have stopped fishing, and they're picking up their own cigarette butts and cans, and within a very short period of time that little section of the Hudson River was cleaned up.

That moment redirected my life for the next ten years. After I returned to Minnesota I helped start a movement called the Mississippi River Revival whose main functions were to pick up both visible and invisible trash along and in the river and to celebrate the diverse culture of people along her banks.

Once you meet Pete you end up doing a whole lot more work for other people than you imagined yourself ever doing. Pete just has that way with people. He makes you feel like you can change the world, and before you know it that's exactly what you've done.

But when you try to give Pete credit for that inspiration he often replies, "You know I saw this cartoon of a tired woman with babies in her arms, cleaning the kitchen. When the telephone rings, she replies, 'No my husband isn't home. He's off trying to save the world.'"




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Copyright © 2003 by Larry Long.
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my story time Democratic Senate candidate and Marine Corps Major Paul Hackett is accustomed to waging quixotic battles and taking his hits. He just didn’t expect the lowest—and fatal—blows to come from his own party.

In an announcement that stunned many in Washington and even some in his campaign staff, Hackett declared on February 13, 2006, that he was dropping his bid for U.S. Senate in Ohio, ending his 11 month political career. “I made this decision reluctantly, only after repeated requests by party leaders, as well as behind-the-scenes machinations, that were intended to hurt my campaign,” he said, only hinting at what had gone down. The day after his withdrawal from the race, he told me about the backroom battles that forced him out.

Hackett was running against seven-term Akron Democrat Rep. Sherrod Brown in a May primary, with the winner going on to face two-term Republican Sen. Mike DeWine in November (assuming DeWine wins his own primary against a longshot Republican challenger). DeWine is considered one of the most vulnerable incumbent Republicans, and the national Democratic Party is pulling out the stops to defeat him.

But first, the Democrats had to get Hackett out of the way. The weapons used in the rubout included economic sabotage, whisper campaigns, and threats.

Hackett, an Iraq War combat veteran, was hailed last summer as just the kind of “fighting Democrat” the party needed to reinvigorate its base and end its years in the congressional wilderness. After narrowly losing a race for Congress in a lopsidedly Republican district outside Cincinnati last August, the telegenic veteran—famous for dissing President Bush as a “chickenhawk” and “sonuvabitch” while on the stump—was courted heavily by Democratic leaders, including Sens. Charles Schumer and Harry Reid, to take on DeWine. But no sooner did Hackett enter the Senate race last October than Brown announced his candidacy for Senate, reversing an earlier decision he had made to stay out of the race.

With Brown, a party insider, on board, the Democratic establishment quickly began pulling away from the fiery Hackett. Schumer, after having wooed him in August, called again in October. “Schumer didn’t tell me anything definitive,” Hackett told me at the time. “But I’m not a dumb ass, and I know what he wanted me to do.” Hackett, a maverick who relishes the fight, decided to buck the Beltway insiders, and stay in the race.

Hackett’s scorching rhetoric earned him notoriety and cash on the campaign trail. He declared that people who opposed gay marriage were “un-American.” He said the Republican party had been hijacked by religious extremists who he said “aren’t a whole lot different than Osama bin Laden.” Bloggers loved him, donors ponied up, while Democratic Party insiders grumbled that he wasn’t "senatorial."

Swift boats soon appeared on the horizon. A whisper campaign started: Hackett committed war crimes in Iraq—and there were photos. “The first rumor that I heard was probably a month and a half ago,” Dave Lane, chair of the Clermont County Democratic Party, told me the day after Hackett pulled out of the race. “I heard it more than once that someone was distributing photos of Paul in Iraq with Iraqi war casualties with captions or suggestions that Paul had committed some sort of atrocities. Who did it? I have no idea. It sounds like a Republican M.O. to me, but I have no proof of that. But if it was someone on my side of the fence, I have a real problem with that. I have a hard time believing that a Democrat would do that to another Democrat.”

In late November, Hackett got a call from Sen. Harry Reid. “I hear there’s a photo of you mistreating bodies in Iraq. Is it true?” demanded the Senate minority leader. “No sir,” replied Hackett. To drive home his point, Hackett traveled to Washington to show Reid’s staff the photo in question. Hackett declined to send me the photo, but he insists that it shows another Marine—not Hackett—unloading a sealed body bag from a truck. “There was nothing disrespectful or unprofessional,” he insists. “That was a photo of a Marine doing his job. If you don’t like what they’re doing, don’t send Marines into war.”

A staffer in Reid’s office confirmed that Hackett had showed them several photos. “The ones I saw were part of a diary he kept while serving in Iraq and were in no way compromising. The one picture in question depicted Marines doing their work on what looked like a scorching day in Iraq,” said the aide.

But the whispering continued, and Hackett was troubled. “It creates doubt and suspicion,” Hackett told me, saying his close supporters were asking him privately about the rumors. “It tarnishes my very strength as a candidate, my military service. It’s like you take a handful of seeds, throw them up in the wind, and they blow all around and start growing. It really bothered me.”

Hackett backers suspected the smear was being floated by Sherrod Brown’s campaign. A senior Brown staffer angrily dismissed the charge this week as “ridiculous.”

Brown campaign spokesperson Joanna Kuebler declined to respond to the rumors. She offered this prepared statement: “This campaign has never been about Paul Hackett or about Sherrod Brown. This campaign is about the hard working people of Ohio, and what Republican corruption has done to them.”

Hackett wanted to fight to the finish. He raised nearly a half-million dollars in the last quarter of 2005, matching Brown’s fundraising. But Brown entered the Senate race with $2 million in the bank, a strategic cushion. Early polls show both Brown and Hackett running in a dead heat against DeWine. An internal poll done in February for the Hackett campaign that was obtained by the Cleveland Plain Dealer showed Brown leading Hackett by 20 points, but Hackett took the lead if voters simply heard both candidates' bios. The analysis concluded, “If Paul Hackett can raise the funds necessary to communicate his message to the voters of Ohio, he will present Sherrod Brown with a formidable challenge in May.”

With the very real prospect of a smear against him going public late in the campaign—a la the Swift Boating of John Kerry—Hackett knew that dollars would be especially important for him. “If I don’t have the $2 million or $3 million it would take to respond in the final weeks, to influence the battlefield with my message, then I would just be reacting and I’ll get trounced,” said Hackett.

Hackett had demonstrated his ability to shake money from donors during a January fundraising roadshow in California and New York. But he soon discovered that top Democrats were attempting to cut off his money. The hosts of a Beverly Hills fundraiser for Hackett received an e-mail from the political action committee of Rep. Henry Waxman (D-Calif.) that concluded, “I hope you will re-consider your efforts on behalf of Hackett and give your support to Sherrod.” Waxman’s chief of staff, Phil Schiliro, said the e-mail was only sent to a handful of people and that “it probably came from a suggestion from the Sherrod Brown campaign.”

Michael Fleming, who manages Internet millionaire David Bohnett’s political and charitable giving, was one of the recipients of the Waxman email. Bohnett has given to hundreds of progressive candidates, but Fleming says, “This was the first time I had ever gotten an email or communication like that. I find it discouraging and disheartening. It’s unfortunate that the powers that be didn’t let the people of Ohio figure this out. We should be in the business of encouraging people like Paul Hackett and viable progressive candidates like him to run. The message instead is don’t bother, it’s not worth your time.”

Sen. Schumer was also reported to be trying to turn off Hackett’s cash spigots. No one would confirm this to me on the record. But veteran political activist David Mixner, who described himself as “a fanatically strong supporter” of Hackett and who helped sponsor a New York fundraiser, confirmed that he “received calls from a couple people in Congress urging Paul Hackett to withdraw or not to contribute money to his campaign. The reasons ranged from he can’t win, to he’s too controversial, Brown has more money, is more centrist, and more appealing. It was that inner beltway circle crap,” said Mixner. “They are people who have no idea what’s going on in the country but believe they know everything.”

Mixner added, “I don’t think it’s inappropriate to call me. What’s inappropriate is that the people calling me were the same people who asked him to run, and now they wanted to push him out. That's what made this unique.”

Hackett was infuriated by the subterfuge. “I felt like I got fucked by the Democratic Party because they enticed me in and then they pulled the rug out from beneath me. It sounds eerily familiar to sending in the military to Iraq, which was a misuse of the military, and then not giving them what they need to fight.”

In what is being called the Valentine’s Day Massacre, Paul Hackett threw in the towel, and insisted he would not be running for elected office anytime soon. He declined requests to switch races and run again in the Ohio Second Congressional District against Rep. Jean Schmidt, saying he had promised the candidates currently in that race that he wouldn’t run. “My word is my bond and I will take it to my grave,” he declared.

As word spread about the intra-party intrigue that helped bring down Hackett, supporters have reacted angrily. “If the Democratic Party continues with these suicidal decisions, we will continue to defeat ourselves,” declared Yolanda Parker, who recently attended a California fundraiser for Hackett. “The only strategy the Republicans need to stay in power is patience. They just need to wait while our party self-implodes through idiotic decisions such as the one to pressure an articulate Iraqi war veteran to pull out of the race.”

Party officials have tried to tamp down the anger. Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee (DSCC) spokesman Phil Singer stated, “Neither the DSCC nor Senator Schumer reached out to donors to ask them to take sides in this race. Paul Hackett’s statesman-like decision will help us win one of the most important Senate races in the nation.”

Hackett, who says he would still like to help “retool” the Democratic Party, ends his meteoric political career with some advice for other maverick candidates. “They simply can’t rely on any of the party infrastructure to help them, and they must assume that people at high levels will work against them. These guys,” he says of the party insiders, “view the Senate as a club. They’re not gonna welcome you if one day they turn the key on the clubhouse door and you are sitting there with your feet on the table flippin’ them the middle finger. I understand that from their perspective. It works for them, but not for the rest of us out here.”
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Xcon greeet story famtartic yaor soo gued
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K SO LIKE heres my story i was like owning some usuall BF2 but then liek RANDO NOPOOBS started joining so im liek wut the fooook but like after 7 hours of straight playing the nooob foooks left and im like suck on that u foooken noob
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revolution.inc wrote:

liek wow!1!!     i waz e-ting sume graen grapes end ten i pop won opan and omgosh!! teres a fly en et! so ten i aint more shiken nuugats end aftre tat i had sume fruty pebls!
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sgt.vinny wrote:

K SO LIKE heres my story i was like owning some usuall BF2 but then liek RANDO NOPOOBS started joining so im liek wut the fooook but like after 7 hours of straight playing the nooob foooks left and im like suck on that u foooken noob
I OALY BF2 I PLAYT BF2 I PLAY 10 HIYURS A FAY MIMINUM A PLAY 10 HOIURS A FAAT OWNAING NOOBS AND TKING AND RTKIGN AND FOOKEN NOOBS GATE HEM IN KARKALANA ID ATIHT HOW U SPELL IT AHT CAYSEU I DONT NO
I AHAETR FOOKEN NOOBS
OWN AON KARLANASDM
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story time makes me happy:)
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sgt.vinny wrote:

story time makes me happy:)
SOTRY TIME IS FGGRAET FOR THE FEET
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I wes loogki my ditionaryy fur a lil so i gem pass gradsa so i find htis

1. arabian sunglasses link send redefine  10 up, 4 down   

A derivative of the better-known "Arabian Goggles", in which the skin of the perpetrator's nut sack is pulled down over the victim's eyes far enough that the victim is able to just barely see light through it."The desert sun was too bright for poor Jim. I just had to lend him my Arabian Sunglasses."
by Thousand Canada Jun 5, 2005


and thris


Narb link send redefine  23 thumbs up   

literally, "no apparent reason boner";
also used to generally define an erection; a stiffyIt was unfortunate that I had a huge narb when the teacher called me to her desk.
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A.Frade wrote:

I wes loogki my ditionaryy fur a lil so i gem pass gradsa so i find htis

1. arabian sunglasses link send redefine  10 up, 4 down   

A derivative of the better-known "Arabian Goggles", in which the skin of the perpetrator's nut sack is pulled down over the victim's eyes far enough that the victim is able to just barely see light through it."The desert sun was too bright for poor Jim. I just had to lend him my Arabian Sunglasses."
by Thousand Canada Jun 5, 2005


and thris


Narb link send redefine  23 thumbs up   

literally, "no apparent reason boner";
also used to generally define an erection; a stiffyIt was unfortunate that I had a huge narb when the teacher called me to her desk.
Review of A.Frades. CURRENT OWRK Version 5.

Grade 9 Up–Vince Luca, from Son of the Mob (Hyperion, 2002), returns, and this time he tries to get away from his family and "The Life" by moving to Santa Monica to start college as a film major. His high school girlfriend, Kendra, the daughter of the FBI agent who is determined to nab Vince's mob-boss father, is attending a nearby college, but they hardly see one another. When Luca mobsters from New York show up claiming they're "on vacation," Vince knows something is up, but isn't quite sure what until he attends a local rally for the concrete workers' union at the request of his roommate, Trey, the son of a powerful congressman. When Vince sees the so-called "tourists" in the audience, he assumes that they are there to make trouble. Meanwhile, he almost throws away his relationship with Kendra when he kisses a beautiful girl who has set him up so that Kendra's father can take pictures of them. He must also deal with his visiting mobster brother, who cheats some foreign students out of money, and with Trey's kleptomania. The somewhat complicated plot lines eventually come full circle and there is humor throughout the narrative. The pace is quick enough to keep reluctant readers interested. Korman avoids stereotypical caricatures by concentrating on relationships, particularly between fathers and sons. In the end, Vince comes into his own in this funny and somewhat over-the-top story.–Karen Hoth, Marathon Middle/High School, FL
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Oy...my fookin' head 'urts...
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rob! WICKED!
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A.Frade wrote:

rob! WICKED!
frades FART IN MY MOUTH PLZ GOD UR BEAUTIFUL
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Iiiiiiiimmmmmm Back
                                     Didnt U Miss Me I Had To Go Take A Shit
A.Frade
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Rob i want to climax on your hair!
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sgt.vinny wrote:

like iwas owning in liek thia cool server have U EVER PLAYED THERE!! well i was liek owning AND THIS NOOB like owned me and fcuk no noob owns me and gets away with it so liek i try killing this noob fade but like fuck he doesnt die so liek i slam my mouse and liek gues wut happens my foooooken mouse brakes so then like this NOOB OWNS ME AND I CANT DO ANYTHING becasue my mouse doesnt so im leik FOOOK THIS and i left
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colonel pwnage calm the fooook down
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Ok Sorry For The Pools
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sgt.vinny wrote:

hey u strato coaster does ur mom know ur a fag
and that all u do is play bf2 for fucken 10000 hours and may i add sucks at it
or maby u are a 60 year old who has no sex so wacks of to noobs who
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