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okay, so yeah...i am very dumb when it comes to most technology. So I got a digital camera for christmas and i'm using the batteries it came with and i have no idea how to charge it now that it's dead. So yeah, i went through my entire booklet trying to find it, but i have had no luck...I have a ViviCam 5100 so if anyone knows what i'm supposed to do or wants to point out how its right in front of my face or really easy and that i'm really technology challenged, that would be helpful since i am utterly confused... (link)
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One of the following:
-Get new batteries.
-Get rechargable batteries.
-See if it came with a dock/charger to put it on.
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does anyone know of the website where people draw a picture and everyone tries to guess what it is. i know that there's a few but i can't think of it. thanks! (link)
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GRAFITTI.COM is the best. :]
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What is your opinion on black hair?do you think it ia boring and ugly? (link)
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It depends on a lot of thinks.
Your popularity, skin color, natural hair color, eye color, etc.
If you're emo already, it'll make you more hardcore? I guess..
If you're popular, everyone will love it & copy you.
If you're average, some will love it, some will think you're going emo, some will copy you, it might even look like you're natural hair color.
For ME, my natural hair color was darkish brown. My eyes are reddish brown. I died my hair black about 2 months ago [I'm average, not emo] and it looks AWESOME. My skin color is kind of olive/orange. 1 popular girl with light brown hair, 1 mexican with medium/dark red/brown hair, and 1 REALLY popular girl with medium brown hair ALL COPIED ME ABOUT 1 WEEK LATER.
Go for it. It's DEFINITLEY NOT boring and ugly!
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hahaha i don't know why i put this under fittness but i didn't really know what else to put it under. so yea, my fingers are chubby. i myself aren't completely OBESE. . but is there any way to like "slim down" my fingers. they're fat and ugly. hahaha thanks! (link)
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you can't slim down your fingers alone. Your fingers get thinner with the rest of your body if you lose weight. Other than that, you can't do much.
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waht should i do everybody hates me because im ugly how can i make me pretter so i can have more friends (link)
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The Ugly Duckling
by Hans Christian Andersen
(1844)
It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country.
In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood.
In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors.
The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves.
Their mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother; “Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the parson's field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated herself again on the nest.
“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old duck, who paid her a visit.
“One egg is not hatched yet,” said the duck, “it will not break. But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes to see.”
“Let me see the egg that will not break,” said the duck; “I have no doubt it is a turkey's egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey's egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.”
“I think I will sit on it a little while longer,” said the duck; “as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.”
“Please yourself,” said the old duck, and she went away.
At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, “Peep, peep.” It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, “It is very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself.”
On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. “Quack, quack,” cried she, and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them.
“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat.”
When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel's head, which, after all, was carried off by the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel's head herself. “Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don't you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don't turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”
The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, “Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don't want him here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.
“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”
“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he must be turned out.”
“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”
“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying, “It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”
“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel's head, you can bring it to me.”
And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock, who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard.
So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.
“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.
In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round him.
He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”
Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.”
“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes.
The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully.
He thrust his nose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him.
It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it.
Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night.
A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.
“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. “Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck's eggs. I must wait and see.”
So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts.
“Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?” said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help telling the hen.
“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.”
"But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling, “and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.”
“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?”
“You don't understand me,” said the duckling.
“We don't understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don't imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”
“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling.
“Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance.
Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him.
All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness.
They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement.
He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement.
The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.
Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room.
Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.
It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring.
Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever.
“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter.”
Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings.
“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.
But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan.
To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.
Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread and cake into the water.
“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, “There is another swan come; a new one has arrived.”
Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.” And the old swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.”
The End
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Which is better, an Ipod video or Ipod nano?
I have the choice of which one I want to get as my xmas gift. I know Ipod video has alot more memory but aside from memory size, which is more convinient for me? 16/f btw (link)
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It really depends on you and what you want. The nano dosn't fit as many songs as the iPod video and the video can store movies and music videos. If you don't think you'll need all that room for songs and you know you wouldn't have a need for movies or music videos on your iPod, then go with the nano. If you want to be able to have the choice of movies and such, then get the video. Personally, I'd get the video just because I have alot of music and I'd like to have access to all of it instead of always having to change the songs on my iPod. I'd also like the chance to watch a movie or two while I'm out or at school.
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ok well my friend asked me what an orgasim i. I mean i know but i just dont know how to answer her. what should i say to her? ((how should i explain it?))
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www.urbandictionary.com tell her to search *orgasm*
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Whats the different between lust and love? How do you know if youre just "lusting" someone? (link)
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Loving someone is when you actually adn truly care about them as a person. Lusting over someone is when you only like them because of vain reasons like looks. If you think youre lusting over someone ask yourself, would I still like them if they weren't as hott? Usually if you love them, you want to talk to them and just be around them. If it's just lust, you want them. Like you're always thinking about them in sexual ways.
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in the movie American Pie: The Naked Mile theres a song after they've finished running the mile and it goes something like..
"...today i changed..."
anyone know who sings it or what its called?
thanks.
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is it Stuck in America by Sugar Cult? I'm not positive but thats what song comes to mind.
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I have IM forwarding for AIM turned on to send text to my cell phone, and it's costing me a fortune, and I can't figure out how to turn it off. I've been all over the AIM website but if someone could give me a link to something or tell me how to turn it off so that texts will stop going to my cell phone, I would really appreciate it.
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When you sign on AIM, go to either your away messages or the top of your buddy list. It should say something about turning it off there.
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I just got a Dooney and Burke purse today for Christmas =] I saw this little yellow postcard about registering it, and I was just wondering if there's any reason to fill it out and mail it. Will it benefit me in any way, and if so, how? Thanks to all answers. Merry Christmas! (link)
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Like the answer below me said, yeah it helps the company see who buys their products, where theyre bought, and what is bought but it does also help you. Its a registration card. When you register your bag, they'll have it on file incase you ever need it to be fixed or replaced. So yes, it will benefit you. You can also just register it at dooney.com and use the registration number they gave you on the card.
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this isn't a question, it's a request-but please don't delete it.
Can people please stop finishing every answer with "hope i helped" obviously you hope you helped, and whether you say that or not doesn't change whether you actually DID help. please, for everyones sake just answer the question! (link)
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hmm right. so you have a problem with a car you own? what's wrong? i'm guessing it's the starter. what you do is give the starter a nice whack with a metal dowel rod to loosen up the solenoid and get it working right. hope i helped.
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what is a "butterface" ? Ive heard a guy refer to a girl in my school as one. He said she had a nice body but a butterface..what does that mean?? (link)
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http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=butterface
They almost all say basically a girl with a nice body but an ugly face.
therefore.. butterface=ugly face
Hope I helped!!!
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Ok..I'm a redhead 15/F and i really like this guy. Well he seemed to be diggen me or whatever soo one night i texted to see if he wanted to do something tom. He texted me back and said he is not attracted to redheads and that if i like him more than that than its not gonna work because he doesnt like me. I was heart broken. I mean red hair is kind of rare and i mean im not ugly at all..and i dont have the pale skin like one either. I look a little different but still i have red hair. My question is..in your opinion is red hair ugly and why dont guys like red hair? (link)
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i love redhair, i have a thing for it. i remember in highschool i had the biggest crush on this redhead girl but i was too stupid to say anything about it and when i finally did she turned me down cold. i think red hair is one of the most attractive attributes a girl can have and this dude is passing up a fortune in doing so. you're not the one with the problem here toots, he's the jackass.
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where is a good place to find myspace bulletins to post. not just surveys but also the ones where you post it and people reply to it.
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xanga.com>
search "surveys" in the "blogrings"
you just have to look around, it won't come to you.
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Why would A guy use a girl for sex?
I mean how badly can they want it and How could they do something like that to someone?
It just makes me wonder.
I mean , they cant wait.
And especially at such young ages!
Im just wondering
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well as a guy i feel i'm capable of answering this properly just because i doubt a couple of chicks in a sewing circle of sorts passing around heresay. people like sex, sex feels good, once you have it you want it again. now this is where we're entering the realm of using someone else to get some. and being with someone solely for sex. now to say that only men do it is a farce. i've known more women who are more apt to call a guy, have him come over, then leave as soon as they're done. it's what many people do these days. mostly because the current generation has realized that there is a difference between love and sex. and that sex is just a physical act and not an expression of love so much anymore these days.
the purity of sex was lost in 60's i'd say. when that was lost due to the times changing and the cultural revolution of the civil rights movement, rock and roll, and vietnam. lo and behold people begin having sex with random people throughout the 70's and 80's, AIDS hits the scene, and now they do the same thing but with condoms. using people for sex is not a boys only affair, it's not a girls only affair. it's an affair for those who stopped caring. it's for people who lost that loving feeling so to speak. men and women who for whatever reason just stopped caring and just wanna do it.
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whats athletic tape for? and pre-wraps? and whats it for? i saw it for something with lacrosse.
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Athletic tape and pre-wrap are for taping like your ankle or wrist during a game or practice. The pre-wrap goes on first then the tape. But you can also use the prewrap as like a head band . Just tie the two ends together and its somewhat stretchy, so it fits perfectly if its not too loose.
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i have been using chewing tobacco for about 10 months and i just looked at my gums in the mirror and on one tooth the gum is alot lower then the other teeth. is this because of the chewing tobacco
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yep. Chewing tobacco is very bad for your gums and tongue, and like ANY type of tobacco, its bad for your teeth.
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I'll rate a pathetic little (1) to whoever advices me, "Tell your parents!"
Okay, first of all, my best friend gave me a kitten when her cat gave birth to a healthy litter of 4. The little kitten is a female and she is just SO cute.
My mother has allergies, so she won't let me have any cat or dog. My father hates the smell of any animal... so my sisters and I have been keeping it a secret. We have a babysitting job so we can buy cat food, litter box, blah blah... We loved having the first kitten so we got another 2. It went well for two weeks.
We've been keeping them in the backyard, hidden in the space under the deck.
They got fleas. What would be a good way to get rid of them besides going to the vet?? I think I need my parents to go to the vet so I don;t want to...
Plus, we haven't named this black kitty yet. Give me a good name for him, please!Thanks!!
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no its not if they have fleas u need to take care of that. I know alot more about animals than you do i think i worked at pets mart
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I've been really wanting to dye my hair a blondish sorta dirty blonde color and I really like this color but
I'm not sure what its called
So what color do you think this might be?
http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o95/vintage45/lindy.jpg
Heres another one
http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o95/vintage45/smileyface.jpg (link)
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id call it strawberry blond cuz i thinks its more red
what you should do is get it died at a hair salon, and print out those pictures. hair stylists LOVE when you bring in the picture to your appointments.
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