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Q: Birthday surprise party ideas?
My mother-in-law is having her 50th in February, we want to do something big for her, but are trying to steer clear of the usual themed parties. Some family members thought to do some sort of charity event, but she doesnt have any that are close to her heart. They also thought about getting the group to surprise her at a concert (she likes alternative rock/indie rock) but no one seems to know any of her favorites other than King of Leon and White Stripes, and thats going to be WAY more expensive than anyone can afford. Not to mention, no one else really likes that music, so if we're asking them to buy their own tickets, they may not want to spend quite that much! So, I want to give some new suggestions, something we can all agree on, and something that'll be a definite good time, I'd hate for us to all pitch in for 20 concert tickets, only to find out she HATES the band we picked. Thanks for the help!

A: send her on a vacation she has always wanted to go on

Q: I can't decide...Please help...?
My boyfriend thinks we're just goin' out to dinner after work , but he don't know what I have planned for entertainment. I bought movie tickets online. It'll be about 65 degrees today, with showers. Would you wear something kinda dressy, like a robbin's blue egg color light casual, but yet dressy shirt and a jean skirt with black heeled boots or would you rather wear capri's with a green tank top and green sweater with orange and white stripes down the sleeves, with tennis shoes that are pink and white? Also, make up or no make up? I haven't worn make in forever. lol For those of you sayin' that I should ask where we're goin' and decide from there, I want to surprise him when he gets home and already be dressed 'cause it would take forever. He has to shower good 'cause he's a mechanic. Our dinner won't be too fancy. The fanciest it could be would be like Applebee's. Other suggestions other than what I'm planning on wearing is welcomed. The movie is at 10:45 and sometimes gets chilly.

A: Well, If I were you, I would wear the first thing you said but bring a sweater with, just incase it's too cold....that's just me...and yeah, If I were you, I'd wear some makeup. :) (Sinse you haven't wore it in forever) Have Fun.

Q: Which show will be better?
Me and friends have to decide between seeing the white stripes on a saturday nite at a venue about 4 hrs away for $50 a ticket, or projekt revolution tour (mostly for linkin park) in the city we live on a monday for $40 a ticket...so which show do you think will be better or which one would you choose? Also, if youve seen both linkin park and white stripes, do tell me which one put on the better show in your opinion thanks!

A: white stripes

Q: PLEASE help me. Description is kinda long?
Ok so my mom goty an exchange student from albania and NOBODY else wanted one. So he gets here and all my friends are like OMG HE'S SO HOT and it pisses me off. he came on christmas eve. My mom was going to give him a new camera for christmas and she had bought it and wrapped it and stuff and so she emailed him and asked if he was bringing one and he said yes so my mom took it out of the tree ( i wasn't supposed to know about this ) and she rewrapped it and put it somewhere else. when he got here he started complaining and he lost his camera in the denver airport... so on christmas day my mom gave him the present i was supposed to get ( it even had my name on the tag and everything ) and so he got a camera for christmas and my mom only had to know him for a day to do that. And my dad got a cell phone like a week before christmas and guess what my mom gave the exchange student for christmas... the phone. and your not even aloud to have a phone when your on the program because your supposed to be linking with the americans! i call *2 everyday to see how many texts and minutes he has used and he has used 1000 international text messages. but no minutes because then my parents would find out he has been talking to friends back in albania. it REALLY pisses me off. and my mom totally ignores me now and buys him EVERYTHING. My mom bought a new car the other day. a really expensive white cr-v. and so we were pulling into the garage and he opens his door RIGHT into the green car and now theres a huge white scuff on the green car and the other way around. About two weeks ago he was on the computer ( and by the way he is on it from 4:30 pm -10:00 pm EVERYday. and he shares a computer with me and my very popular sister that needs it. All he does is play stupid poker on facebook. and i was sitting texting in the other chair ( spying on him ) and one of those spams with the stupid quizzes popped up and guess what. He took the quiz and put the phone number that my mom pays for into it and also with our address. so i told him straught up that that is a spam and its really bad. and he told me to shut up and that its not. I mean come on, you don't have to know english to know that its a spam? Ok, he changes his clothes EVERY HOUR. I am NOT even kidding. And he tries is best to match me. Like on christmas i was wearing a red and white striped polo and he was wearing a black hoodie. so he went and changed into a green and white striped polo so it would be red and green. He DEMANDS to go to places and so my sister is ALWAYS taking him places ans he ALWAYS makes her pay for things. Like red bull everyday. And energy drinks were NEVER aloud in my house before. So my mom won 2 denver nuggets tickets about a month ago and i love the denver nuggets. Guess what. She asked the exchange student first if he wanted to go and he doesnt even like basketball. he likes soccer.and he doesnt even know the people that will be there. But hold on, i still have things from the past to tell you. Whenever he has to pay for things himself like book covers or something he will pay with $100 dollar bills even in really poor parts in town. He has no idea about the currency in the usa. Ok back to the basketball game happening tonight. I'm doing this question because its basically the only time i can! So when he was getting ready for the game he sprayed some colone. And he sprayed it like 20 times. And it sure smelt a LOT like my $110 kenneth cole colone your only supposed to spray once.so he left with my mom. and i went snooping in his room and i found my kenneth cole colone shoved down in his droorer. that REALLY pisses me off. His closet is a disaster. there are dirty socks and clothes EVERYWHERE. And so there were even more interesting things down in his droorer and let me list them. A cellphone and charger he brought from albania ( remember your not even aloud to have them), Trojan Ribbed Condoms, cashews on a dirty plate, and the camera with something spilt on it deep down. So yep please answer with what you think of this.

A: I think everything that you typed out should be told to your mom, and tell her how you feel. Also, tell your mom that when you do try to talk some sense into the foreign kid, he only gets snappy and tells you to shut up, which is downright rude.

Q: party outfit.........?
My brother just got us tickets to this christmas show/party.It's on the day after and i dont know what to wear! i have decided on a short black skirt and a black and white striped halter.... is that ok? when i say short skirt i mean a couple of inches above the knee....so will that be too much skin, if i pair it with the halter??It's too late to buy anything new... so... please help! also what shoes would go with this? thanks so much!

A: I think it's a bit too much skin, plus you'll get cold. Hello, it's December?! I think cool black pants would go well with the halter, and wear small silver bracelets and silver or red heels. If you need a jacket, I would wear a white or cream one. Have fun!!

Q: Handicap parking ticket with pics posted also so you can actually see?
This happened in Tampa, FL. Just got a ticket for parking in a handicap zone with van access. i was not within the blue lines, however i was in the striped white ones next to it. I understand the need for this. This is inmy apartment complex where they have many "reserved" parking spots for other tenants. This causes many open "reserved" spots and no regular ones. Now heres the kicker. This handicap spot was changed about 4 months ago. The spot used by the handicap person doesn't have a van or wheel chair. Its a 270$ fine. Id rather pay a lawyer then give this to the courts. Is there anything i can do? A side not on the ticket says pictures taken, Once again my tires aren't touching the blue lines. what can i do ? thanks for your help My car is the Stang. Here is a pic of what it looks like http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/briin79/PICT1570.jpg here is a pic of the sign posted. nothing about van access and a 100$ fine http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/briin79/PICT1571.jpg Here is a pic of a spot where everyen parks. Hence the oil spots. I think 270$ is too much for something thats not even posted as van access only http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/briin79/PICT1573-1.jpg The point of the matter is that i was given a 270$ for a van access handicap violation when its not posted as van access handicap and it also shows 100$ fine, not 270$. and once again NOBODY in this complex has a van w/wheel chair assembly. Its used by compact cars tHANK yOU STIGHAM you actually get what im trying to portray. what recourse do i have? very thorough wavc thank you. However i spoke with the person this morning in the handicap. Nobody uses a wheel chair here. I know it means nothing to the courts. But some signs state"van access handicap" this one did not and showed a 100$ fine. I know i parked in an illegal spot. But was it done legit ?

A: According to the source below, your ticket is legal, valid, and a $250.00 violation. You can't even park in the access lane WITH a handicapped permit! The striped area next to a handicapped space is called an access lane, and is used to give persons with disabilities room to get out of the vehicle, not exclusively for wheelchair equipped vehicles. If a disabled person was to visit someone in your building they might well need the access lane your car was parked in. Pay your fine, park legal next time, and be thankful that you do not need a handicapped parking permit.

Q: How do you write a short story?
My cold arms shivered under his breath. His tone was ice. His face shifted and turned knots into my stomach as he spoke. He was a wicked, wicked man. The God that had shown his eyes to all before their day of birth missed him. Not one ounce of him wanted to feel happy or smug. This was a menace standing before my eyes. His eyes shot hatred at me. My eyes simply threw warmth back. "Merry Christmas, then," I said as I departed the Bay Legal Institute. "Opposite to you," he smiled as he leaned out the door. Scrooge-like, I thought. Through the sunny valleys I skipped. Only in California were the men and women in Christmas swimwear at the beach. What the heck, I thought, and ripped my shirt off. Into the water I plunged from a bay, forgetting the angst of the man I talked to before this. It took but little time to swim to shore again, so I did. When I came off the sand, my mind was cooled. "How did it go with Bale?" My sister asked as I stepped inside the beach hideaway. "Pleasant," I remembered, "I said 'merry Christmas' and he said 'opposite to you.' I found it cheerful." "Only you would," Mara reminded me. She paused, "Why are you wet?" I hated when people asked such unneeded questions. "I took a saltwater bath," Mara nodded toward my drenched clothes. She expected further explanation. "In my day clothes. It was instantaneous. One of you those things you just need to do." She laughed. "Wash up. You've got to catch a plane." My eyes wrinkled with surprise. Where was I to go so near Christmas? My plans were to stay in California, the sun always at hand. "To where?" I smiled. Mara had to be kidding. "To Pennsylvania, of course, where Mom and Dave are." "I've never spent a holiday out of California. I am begging you. Sell the ticket." "Now, come on Jason, that isn't needed. Be rational. Mom is all set for you to stay at her house in Treasure Lake, with Dave. You haven't met Dave yet," she reasoned. "What do you need me out of the house this badly for?" "Eric is going to propose this Christmas. I see it. I'd rather have a romantic setting, without you and your brainless friends here this year." "Sunshine to you." I packed my bag. "Opposite to you." She chuckled in memory of Mr. Bale. Once a year he endured a stay at the Legal Institute, and once a year I knocked on his door in ask of blood for the hospital. It was a surprise I knew the man at all, for there was only 1 in 365 possible days I could run into him. His blood was a rare type, and the hospital was in need of such. A donation from him meant someone with rare chances to live much longer got a couple more years. He didn't seem to care. I took this at no surprise. Into my room, I lumbered. There was a lot I had to do and say to everyone before I left. I was 19, I could easily skip out on the plane and stay at a friend's. An abundant group of my friends were married. I laughed, a painful laugh before I continued packing. My Palo Alto branded polos were a necessity. My Charlie Brown shirt couldn't sit here all Christmas break. Superman, Batman, and Spiderman would surely pop out of their friendly logos and attack me if I left them here. After a while, my drawers lay open, and barren. "What in the heck do you need that for?" Mara yelled from below as she heard the rolling of 6 suitcases. "What do you care? You're the one sending me off," I bellowed back. I drove myself to the airport and found the proper flight. Eight hours later, we landed in a snow-cleared airport. Whatever drove my mother down here was absurd to me. As I got off the plain, wind muddled my wrinkle-free coat. It was agonizing here already. A note laid on one of my cases, clearly my sister's curly script. Take the Cab 618 to the train. Get off nearest DuBois, Pa - wherever that is. Your ticket is inside the pocket of this case. I did exactly this. While waiting for my mother at the station, I studied the cars around. A lot of them were big cars, ready for snow, I assumed. A fresh black Chevy pulled up to the corner. Maybe that was my new stepdad. A woman stepped out. It wasn't. About two hours of blistering cold later, a little white car pulled up, silver stripes agleam. Out stepped a man seemingly familiar to me. Where from, I couldn't be sure. I stared for a while. My eyes blinked as I carefully scrutinized him. His black overcoat was from a good designer, I could tell. His hair was unusually perfect, as opposed to the puckered hair of the other pickups. It took a while for me to notice the sign situated carefully between his palms. Jason Smith. He was here to pick me up. I got up abruptly, rolling all my suitcases at once. One look at me got the man startled, but he complied to my mother's orders. "Jason Smith," I held my hand out. His glance leered downward to my hand. He nodded, politely dismissing it. Wordlessly, we drove to a location somewhere deep in the woods. - WHAT DO YOU THINK?

A: Sweet and one of the best i have read.

Q: Are you ready for a real boxing match?
Muhammad Ali versus Mike Tyson LIVE !! ! !! ! (Warning) very long, Note that i used ring commentators to describe what would happen if they ever fought. Read it like you're watching it. ------------------------------------------ Good evening everybody, I'm Jim Lamphly and im here with Larry Merchant and Emmanuel Stewart and we are here live in the MGM grand hotel and casino in Las Vegas Nevada, where tonight, we will see history in the making between two well known, gifted, and talented boxers to settle for the undisputed heavy title championship of the world. Well Jim, tonight is packed, more than 50,000 people and hardly any room for more, i know this will be a memorable one. What dyou think Emannuel. Oh yes, great night for boxing, great event to be in, especially after what we saw tonight with the fight between Winky Wright and Floyd Mayweather jr. Just earlier ago, Floyd Mayweather jr. and Winky Wright had fought an outstanding performance but ending with a controversal draw when judges scored the bout half and half all the same in favor of Winky and Floyd. Now we await for the two real fighters, real punchers, real boxers of the main event, that is, Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali. Keep in mind everybody, i just want to point out something Jim, that the significance of this fight will determine not only the undisputed heavy title of the world, but also the greatest heavy weight fighter of the world. That's right. This is the first time in history that we held the heavyweight title vacant and neutral so that both fighters may be considered both underdogs and heres Mike Tysons entry song. Wow, what a song, such a deep monotone sound. yup, kinda gives me that memory of the fight between Ali and Foreman when Ali was comin down with that electrofying feel to it just gives you goosebumps behind your neck. Not to mention the fight between Tyson and Michael Spinks when Tyson walked through the ring Its almost the same song yeah There he is. As we look at Tyson walking trough the ring we can see the crowd tonight with just and eerie feeling, everybody just murmuring, hardly anybody cheering. Tyson's coach Cus D'amato by his side along with Kevin Rooney arriving with a serious glance on there faces as they walk towards the corner of the ring. And we can see here Mike Tyson, no robe one, no socks, just ready and waiting for the Muhammad Ali. Yes, he has prepared phsically and mentally for this fight. I donno Larry, you think Tyson must be wearing some kind of special shoes or something cuz without socks he can have serious wounds on his soles I mean this fight is very important to him. Well, maybe he's just wearing very short socks or something. Mike on the center of the ring walking back and forth and for the benefit of our viewers, heres the tale of the tape. Mike Tyson, 22 years old in prime condition. He weighed in this evening at 221 pounds. Reach from armpit to the end of the fist is 71 inches. His height of course is 5 foot 11 inches. He is undefeated with 36 straight wins after that fight with frank bruno. He won Michael Spinks by knock out in round one. Unified his title three times by beating trevor berbick, James bonecrusher Smith, and Tony Tucker. All three belts have been declared vacant for the courtesy of this fight, And Here Comes ALI! Wow, is that Joe Frazier and George Foreman behind him? Yes, it is. I can't believe it, who thought that it could begin like this. No one, thats for sure. Again, Muhammad Ali, considered by many boxing fans as the greatest fighter, walks somewhat extravagantly, poised with determination and courage. He looks very determined today Jim. Doesn't he always? Yeah, Hahha i guess you can say that. He so much heart. There's Angelo Dundee wearing the button shirt, and Drew Brown with the long sleeves, both by Muhammads side. Foreman and Frazier, looking very dressed up this evening, having a little discusion with Ali, not sure what they're saying. Look at Mike Tyson, just starring at Ali from across the ring. What a glazed serious look he has. That ring is packed with security across the middle. Ali stepping on the stairs now and on to the canvas, begins to box dancing on the corner of the ring and heres the tale of the tape. 33 year old Muhammad Ali is 215 pounds and 6 foot 3 inches tall, and has a very worthy reach of 83 inches. Muhammad Ali with 46 victories. Heres some of the highlights, winning Joe Frazier twice after losing to him back in 1971. Knocked out George Foreman to regain his title. TKO'd Archie Moore and defeated Floyd Patterson twice by KO. Beat Sonny Liston twice, second one was by one round knockout. After winning Frazier the second time, his title became vacant due to the courtesy of this fight. Rules of the bout today givin by Harold Letterman. Alright Jim, there are no 3 knock down rule. Only the referee can stop the fight. And if a fighter has been knocked down, he cannot be saved by the bell, including the 12th and final round, Jim... Thank you for that Harold and now lets wait for the introductions hosted by Michael Buffer to announce the start of the bout. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to, the MGM grand hotel and casino in Las Vegas Nevada where tonight, a scheduled 12 round bout will determine the Greatest Heavyweight Champion of the World. Brought to you by associations of Don King productions, WBC and IBF sponsors, Budweiser, UNLV ticket complementation, World Boxing Association, and HBO pay per view sports. Judges for the bout today are Frank Cappuccino, Mills Lane, and Carlos Padilla. And the person in charge of the fight this evening, ladies and gentlemen please give a warm welcome to referee Rocky Marciano!" (cheering) Pretty loud in here now huh Emannuel. I can tell Rocky had made a lot more fans than both of them here tonight. "Let us all rise for the national anthem presented by former American Idol, Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Kelly Clarkson" Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight' O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!!! And now.... For the thousands in the Arena... And the Billions watching... Ladies and Gentlemen... LETS GET READY TO RRRRRRRUUUMBBBLE !!!!!!!!!! "Introducing first to my right, wearing the solid black trunks, official record, 36 undefeated victories including 32 knock outs, no draws no defeats. He is the three time Heavyweight Champion of the world, IRON MIKE, TYYYYYYYYYYSOOOOONNN !" "And in the blue corner, wearing the white trunks with black trim, official record, 46 victories including 33 knock outs and only 2 defeats. He is the 2 time Heavy Weight Champion of the world, the Greatest, Muhammaaaaaaaaaaaaaad ALIIIIIII !" Here they come both at the center of the ring with referee Marciano. "Alright guys, I want a good, I repeat, a good clean fight" "you know you not the greatest" "I ask to protect yourselves at all times" "you cant out box me, I can take you on all night long" "yeah, yeah, will see if you can back your words up" "I tell you, I'm the champ around here" "They'll be no head butting, no thumbing.." "you know you not that champ yet until..." "Muhammad, please be quiet, im trying to give you the rules here" "until you fight me ya big sissy" "oh im so scared" "you better be" "I'll eat your children" "Say that again" "Okay, the both of you! Listen up or I'll disqualify the next person that speaks up. Okay, in the event of a knock down, i want the fighter standing up to go to the farthiest corner of the ring." "Come on Mike, Say that again" "or what? huh, whatcha gonna do" "Alright, now touch gloves and come out boxing." wow yup, you can say that again, Jim. hahaa that was quite amusing and entertaning yup i donno when the last time i seen fighters talk among each other. probally from the Ali, Frazier Fight. Yeah Here we are ready and waiting for the sound of the bell for round 1. hmmm crowd cheering Ali turns around and puts his hands down DING ! Here we go! Round 1 Ali throws the first punch with a combination. Mike Tyson weary, not really wanting to go explode yet. Oh, what a shot by Tyson and Ali gets a shot at Mikes chest. This is very rare, you seldom see Ali aim for the body. More then seldom, you never see Ali aim for the body oh a solid uppercut slightly landed by Tyson. Ali not quite having his rhythm just yet. Hes doing good job jabing though, well not as good as when he dances, obviously hes not dancing just yet. A litte jab by Ali flinches Tysons head back. "Alright, break it up! Let go, let go, stop. I said break. Okay now box" referee Marciano having a bit of struggle there breaking the two champions Look at Tyson just going after the body, giving those fast little hooks. You know Larry, Tyson does have fast hands, when comes to the body. Right, Tyson's short hands have an advantage of speed depending on... OH what a shot by Tyson with a left uppercut. That gotta hurt Ali. "Break!" Not really, Ali didn't get all the angles on that left heres Ali with a payback of solid jabs left and right Tyson cant seem to get that right uppercut with a left hook follow, crowd cheering now as Ali throws Ali speed to me is more faster than Tyson at this point. OH MY GOSH! what a devasting left hookAND HE's DOWN. Down goes ALI! CROWD yelling and screaming I CANT really HEar MARCIANOS COUNT! "three, four, five, six...." Is gonna make it? "eight.." He's up, He's UP! What a shot, oh o, here comes TYSON again, gonna finish the job! Ali still jabbing at him, it looks as though... OH MAN! OH GEEZ! Another oh man ALI is Down AGAIN! "one, two, three! Four ! FIVE!" Thats was an uppercut this time "seven, eight, are you okay ?" Here's Tyson comin over and DING! "HO! !OOKAY STOP" Here we go as we take the camera to Ali's corner What dyou think of the first round Emannuel Well like i said, Ali didn't seem to be stunned there what do you mean, he was floored two times already yeah but Well it is only the first round i mean Jim, Jim, come on, look Ali didnt get stunned when he went down well, see he got floored but when he came back up he was filled with energy yeah but see but most Tyson opponents seem to have givin up at that point but not Ali No, NO, Not Ali, look he's still has the heart and determination, even more so after that round prescisly "Okay, champ. Now what happened, there? You got knocked down. SO what? That doesn't mean squat, you can go get him up with a couple hard striaight rights on the head, okay, ON the HEAD. where's the towel, give him some water" so you mean to say he just lost balance on the knocked downs yeah, well it seems what about the second one, how can you judge that, i mean that was a clean right uppercut that doesn't really tell a fighter has lost mentally, you only see it outside but inside, i know ALi has the heart to out box Tyson "Alright, you get out there and this time aim for his face, don't let him get you like he did that time, okay? Go get em champ go."
DING ! Well, we've just saw Muhammad ALi go down twice the first round now we're in the 7th. Ali seems to be not as physical on this fight no not at all, in fact he seems to be blockin and countering more with that one two punch and here comes Tyson again devastating with that left hook slightly blocked in the head Again, Ali has been down before this fight, by Joe Frazier, but he only lost to a descion right, i guess because it was during the end of the fight at the 12th but here you see ALi, Unbelievably surviving the travails of the 1st round oh what shot by Ali giving Tyson a piece of his own medicine man if he keeps this up it will be the comeback of a lifetime yep DING ! I had to give that round to ALI Yes, for the first time i think the judges will score that round for ALI Well, Harold, by the looks of this, after losing all 6 rounds, how did you score it Okay, Jim, 6 rounds to 1, 69, 61, Mike Tyson, Jim I gotta tell you something, from the first 6 rounds Tyson was dominating Ali and what seemed like Ali's worst torcher since the broken jaw of the Ken Norton fight and Frazier knock down, Ali finally came back with a vengance at that 7th. Oh man, who would ever thought a fighter would come back after that brutal first round. Still has a long way to go jim. 69, 61, Mike Tyson. DING ! Okay heres round 8, you saw Harold Letterman's scorecards and it seems that Muhammad Ali needs 8 more rounds to tie the score and its obvious that Ali needs a knock down to win this fight because the fight is up to 12 rounds not 16. Jim, I gotta point out something. Everytime ALi does that rope-a-dope thing like he did at the first few rounds, he loses the score cards, now we are in the 8th round and its obvious that he no longer needs the judges to decide who wins the fight because he is still doing the rope-a-dope a little bit here in this round. I'm glad you mentioned that Larry, he is losing the rounds because he is giving Tyson opportunity to score heavly on the face and body. what dyou think Emannuel? Well, Tyson is doing more jabs this round than every other round i seen so far, it may be due to the fact that Tyson is alittle bit tired of throwing those hard heavy punches Nice right hook by Ali as he begins to dance for the first time in this round. DING ! "Alright champ, 4 more rounds to go, 9, 10, 11, 12. Do we have to go to tweleve? no. we stop him at his tracks. Go for the double left jab on him and.." Here we go to Tyson's corner where it seems that Tyson has a little puffyness on his right eye. "Okay Mike, I wanna see those body shots in an angle okay? Your doing well on the jabs but keep inside, I don't want you fighting him outside, go closer okay? Listen, Ali's tired he aint do shiet to you alright. deep breath" DING! Here's round 9, and Ali is dancing right now. You heard trainer Kevin Rooney say that Ali is tired. Is that why his dancing? what dyou think Larry? No, I think Ali has just begun hahahaha you right Larry he looks as though he has taken conrol of the fight so far yes he has, and it seems, that if he keeps his cool, he may be able to OHHH WOW right HAND by Tyson, ALI staggering! He's alright It looks as though there is a cut on Ali's left eye, there is And its bleeding bad, real bad Now Tyson, looking more encourage now backs up Ali and try to get that eye "ALRIGHT TIME!" referree Marciano calls time due to Ali's severe bleeding crowd boooing at this point, doctor comin to check the wound "yeah, yeah, just on the left. Okay he's fine" "Alright, time in!" oh man, this is bad, that cut on Ali is bothering him yep what a cut, looks as though Ali is getting a bit tired again I guess Kevin Rooney was right naw, with the look at Ali's face i think he still can go on throughout this whole fight DING! Angelo Dundee coming to look at the cut, using vaseline trying to coagulate the bleeding. "your okay, that's nothing, that's nothing. Give em some water, okay champ, look now, I want you to go around his left, dont lean back anymore, I want you go forward, this is the 10th round, I want you to back this guy up, this the championship rounds okay son. alright more vaseline." DING! Here's the bell for 10th and that cut is so bad but it seems to have stop bleeding. Like I said Jim, don't judge a book by its cover, you cant tell how the story is gonna end by looking at the front part of the book. your right, look at Ali giving those one two combinations on the head Tyson looking awfly hesistant as hes gives Ali two hooks across his head He's bleeding again, that cut some open at one point, OH MAN! OH WHAT A SHOT BY ALI, and Tyson is momentarly stunned there, dyou see that Emannuel? Yup, I told you, dont judge a book, look this, ALi just givin it to em. he's still dancing, but now hes dancing closer yea hahaha that doesn't sound right haha look at Ali with that nice uppercut, its one of the few uppercuts we seen in this fight DING! And Tyson looks tired. Yup, i think Ali won that also definetly Even though doesnt really matter, hes far from close on the score cards Don't worry I dont think the Judges would have to judge this fight at the end predicts ay Larry? yup, I think Ali's readdy DING ! 11th! we are at 11th round wow, ALi with 1, 2 ,3, 4 hit combination, all landing, all solid, its just popping Tyson's head back. oh man, i can't believe after the 2 knock downs at the first and 6 brutal rounds, Ali starts doing this to Tyson yup, what a fight very good fight indeed Tyson misses with that vicicous right uppercut that he used to knock out Ali the last time Ali hammering away left right, left right, he can't miss That left and right eye of Tyson is really begginning to puff up exactly, now we can hardly tell if hes look left or right anymore DING! AND the crowd goes wild after the 11th Oh my heart is pumping you guys mine too, this crazy, this turining out to be a very good fight now we go to Tyson's corner where coach Kevin Rooney trys to heel that puffy eye "Okay Mike, MIKE, Listen to me, Mike, Okay son, Last round, okay, LAST ROUND, I want you to beat him down with the left hook from hell that Frazier did to him okay. MIke look at me, he's going down okay, just breath, take a deep breath. Relax okay relax, deep breath" He looks exhausted there. what a fight. How often do you see a guy that has been knocked down twice, losing mostly every round give Mike Tyson such a hard time at this point. Never yup, And Tyson is undefeated, and has never, I repeat, Never been floored or even close to a point to get knocked down. CROWD RISES Michael buffer "LAdies and GentlemEN, we are at, the 12th and FINAL ROUND!" Crown cheering loudly than ever before this fight DING!!! and heres ROUND 12 Wow, what a shot by Ali that backs Tyson up all the way to the ropes. Ali is still bleeding hard on that eye, he is half blind at this point Tyson again with that left hook he's been looking for and missing OH MY GOODNESS!!! What a flurry of COMbinations! And TYSON IS STAGGERRING AGAIN! Tyson landing a hard right uppercut on the side and Ali just keeps Hammering boom! WOW!!! WHAT HAPPPENED?!! I CANT HEAR YOU!! WOOOO! HE"S DOWN! It cANT BE! OH DAMM, TYSON IS DOWN, for the first time of his whole career? Was it a left? We just GOTTA SEE IT on replay! "SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE!" He's UP! hE"s UP! HE"S UP! Go get him ALI, GO GET HIM, GET HIM Oh my, your really rooting for him, huh Jim Ali Looking to finisht the Job TYson just can't hit him anymore, he KEEPS missing! AND wow Ali keeps popping him back and forth, left and right, over and over. Tyson moving around more You know Jim I don't think Tyson got really hurt at that knock down either, well to my view I donno but Tyson is now landing that left hook he just missed a right hook there Ali's punches land like lasers, with pin point accuracy every round 50 seconds left on the clock OH MY GRACIOUS OH WOW!!! UNBELIEVABLE!! WOOWW! ! ! ! ! WHWHKAHTKJHGHGG:QLKGH!! I CAN"T HEAR YOU! HE"S DOWN AGAIN! he is DOWN! ! "SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE" He's up AGAIN, AND AGAIN ALI just keeps shoting those straight punches OH I cant bear see this anymore Look Tyson just taking and taking shot after shot and Tyson just doesn't quit He's not punching anymore, now he's just blockin Ali's shots OH man, OH heavens no, I can't believe this, LOOK LOOK LOOK HOLY CRIMINY CHRISTMASS LOOK AT THIS!!! IT"S TYSONS CORNER!!!! OH MAN!!! THERE COMING!!!! THE CROWND IS GOING NUTS!!! THEY"RE STOPPING THE FIGHT!!! THEY"RE STOPPING THE FIGHT TYSONS CORNER IS ON THE RING!!!! AND THERE GOES MARCIANO WAVING HIS HAND IN THE AIR AS COACH KEVIN ROONEY STOPS THE FIGHT!!! IT ENDS AT A TKO! good call! yeah, you can say that again, i mean that was the most brutal 12th round i ever seen a fighter take d good call! yeah, you can say that again, i mean that was the most brutal 12th round i ever seen a fighter take did you see that, man that was absolutly amazing, Muhammad Ali Landing almost EVERy single SHOT, man! IM OUT OF BREATH me too I THIRD IT everyone is amazed at this performance, and he we see Muahammad ALik Lying on the canvas with his gloves to his face, Drew brown trying to get him up, and Larry Merchant is going on the ring to interview him "Ladies and Gentlemen, Our new and GREATEST FIghter of all heavyweight championship, winner by TKO, MUHAMMMMAAAAAAAAAADD AAAAAAAAAAALLLLIIIII! ! ! ! ! ! ! "Wow, I'm out of gas, im sure you are tell us how..." "IM KING OF THE WORLD!!! I AM THE GREATEST!" "YOU GUYS THOUGHT I LOST, ever since the 1st round you think im gonna go and feel sorry for myself. NOWAY! I am the Greatest, those punches he throws has so much power and yet lacks the spirit that I have when I throw my punches. I just proved you all today, that even if you lost twice, even if you slightly underdog, even if Mr. Mike Tyson destroyed many of his oppponents in round 1, that I can still get up from that round 1, and knock him down in round 12, now tell yourselves, i wont go down that easily, cuz i smoke like butterfly and sting like a queeeen bee!" "WOw, you have a lot to say Muhammad" "I AM THE GREATEST!" "Muhammad, Muhammad, dyou think there'll be a rematch" "Anytime, Anywhere, ANYBODY, IM KING OF THE WORLD< I AM THE GREASTEST !!" "THANK YOU FOR THAT MUHAMMAD" "okay, Mike, Tells us how you feel" "Oh, he got me with some good shots at the end, namsayin', ebe time i comes he goes, waling back and forth, i would have got at the 1st if it hadn't been for Rocky slow count, Id be on my limo cruisin by now, ya know im sayin, thats just ludacris, you can't possilbe believe that its fair to come back like this naw, man, he just lucky, lucky shots, lucky everything, he aint no champ. hez a chump to me, I would have im on round 12 too." "Do you think, if ever there is a rematch, would you beat him?" "of course, Not only I will beat him, I would, destroy him from ever boxing again" "THANK YOU" "and thank you all the people that witnessed this show. There comes a time, when champions and other champions, know that no matter how tough a situation is, you gotta see it to believe it, and we saw it, all in the MGM grand and in your living room or TV. This has been the most Historic matches of the 21st century. This is going to be both fight of the year, and upset of the year in ring magazine. Again, Im Jim Lamphly, wih Larry Merchant and Emannuel Stewart, sayin so long, and have a great evening..." (just my opinion of how that fight would be, hope its not too long, lol) THIS HAS BEEN A PRESTATION OF HBO SPORTS AND CNN THE END http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=51825557 I must be smoke some good sh**, thanks for the comment guys, and the jokes.

A: man told me he tried phone sex once but decided to stop because the "stupid" holes in the phone were too big, in a fit of anger he slammed the phone down and his brain slipped out and fell into one of those same little holes, how ironic

Q: my book the kidnappe?


A: my answer is it's nice to read and cool too ilike it star for you..

Q: How is this for the start of a story?
It is long so i am really sorry. You may stop in the middle if you get the point, i personally don't like it to much but don't know to change it or not, so i'm 'gonna need some help here. Thanks Their once was a town called Margarry. It was in Europe. It was a very peaceful place, everyone knew each other, and they were all friends. It was a little island; most people would go there for a holiday although others stayed there for a lifetime. You had to go on a ferry to get to the island, it would cost $5.00 per person but if you were a homeowner, it would only cost $2.00 for the family. There was also a huge lake that you were aloud to swim in but you could not go past the poles that were in the water because that’s where the fish swam and there were some fish that bit people. All the houses stood in a row like soldiers, and every house that was built was to be made out of wood because the man who owned this island loved houses made out of timber, you also couldn’t paint them except if you had permission. In this little island, there lived a rich family; this family was the Charlson. Steve Charlson was in the company that worked for the island and he had a wife and four children. He had light brown hair and eyes the colour of the sea. His wife, Alice was a Nurse at the Shellymin’s Children’s Hospital and was thin and looked beautiful with her long golden hair and bright blue eyes. Their eldest child was Jake Charlson, who was eighteen, and had tried to apply for a job in England, because soon he was going to live there. With his good looks and his sweet and sensitive personality he got him self a girlfriend. The next child in line was Jessica Charlson or you might say, Jess or Jessie, as she was known to be called, she had long brown hair, a few freckles and dark hazelnut eyes that glistened in the warm sun. She was pretty, bright and 13 years old. After Jess, came Maxwell Charlson but he preferred to be called Max. He usually was bullied and teased and had very little friends, he was 11, stubborn and had shaggy, muddy brown hair and a gloomy face. He may have seemed like a terrible child, but actually, he was quite nice. He had a good sense of humor, and would not mind doing a chore if it will not kill him. He all ways got his hard math’s or English or science homework done. He was a fantastic student at the Margarry Christian College. The very youngest of the children was Caroline Charlson, the seven year old, cute little angel… at least that’s what her parents thought of her, the true Caroline was a clever, tough, out going little rascal, she was cute with her puppy dog eyes and curly blonde hair on the outside but the real her was on the inside. Then there was their house that was pure beauty. It had a balcony outside every room and it was a 5-storie mansion that looked over the lake, it was LOVELY! Each room had a safe in it just in case they would have a brake-in. In Jesse’s safe, there was her money, her jewelry and her rare CD’s. In Jake’s safe, there was a book called ‘How To Be A Teacher’ and there was a trophy from the Spelling Bee contest when he was seven. In Max’s safe there was a CD signed by the country’s best rapper and some money, as well as his camera and PSP. Then last is Caroline. She had karate medals and karate clothes from her secret lessons, and a medal from the beauty contest she won when she was three and her first lost tooth from a few weeks ago. In the living room, they had a flat Plasma screen TV in front of their couch sitting next to a coffee table just beside it. They also had all around sound to make the TV sound realistic. In the kitchen, they had a glass table, some cupboards and many top class electronics. In Jake’s bedroom, he had his bed, his desk with a 24-inch screen Macintosh computer on it, a TV and a walk in wardrobe. In Jesse’s room, she had a mirror, some posters of Avril Lavigne and Brad Pit; she had a bunk bed with a desk underneath it and a 30-inch TV. In Max’s room there were two tickets to a rock ‘n’ roll guitar concert that is called: ‘Rocking My Life’, CD’s for beginner rockers. Also a Compaq laptop and guitar music. His bed was a big one that had a black blanket and in big white letters it said: ‘ROCKSTAR!’ He also had a white plain pillow. On the wall, there were posters of famous musician’s. In Caroline’s room there was a little bed, on the wall there was a painting of a mermaid sitting on a rock, then in the corner was a little table with a mirror on it and some ‘beginner readers’ books and the carpet was pink and red stripes. Then in the mum and dad’s room there was a king sized bed, a mirror on each side of the bed and the mirror was resting on a bedside table and then there was a door that led to the bathroom. There was also an indoor pool with lots of toys. The Charlsons has also had a trampoline that would float on the water. Upstairs was a play room with playmobile, Lego, ac Sorry, i was supposed to cut out the ferry bit and the bit with the poles in the lake and not being able to cross them just ignore the bit about the poles and about the cost of the ferry. sorry i think it was too long cause it cut off the rest. Okay, i told you that i didn't personally like it and right now, the spelling isn't exactly what my main focus is!!!!! If you haven't anything nice to say, THEN DON'T SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A: im reading it now but could you read on of mine? http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgXLI5yPp4_6rsyKPTUcHNbsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090213231333AAnhTaL also http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=ApvtnQfS2H_vcIV4YRlY.Xjsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090213231518AAr4CxM they both are the same story read the middle one last read this one first thou http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=ApDqhSGe7HJKLSFDxaRj0KXty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090211140020AAytqIi WOW man you described everything so much so that not a single one of your charecters talked ... EVER it seems VERY boring for a book i mean so far it just seems like some rich people who livein a house. but it was well written and very descriptive. not sure what its about but im sure your a great writter

Q: Can someone please give me an honest assessment on my short story?
Here's a piece of it. Is it interesting and is it going anywhere? May could not have come fast enough for the budding group of departing seniors from Colford University. On an evening where the euphoric skyline that draped over the jubilant grads stood still in a blend of blue and tangerine, the day was about to retire into the evening twilight. For the numerous students who packed commuter vans and walked in groups averaging 3-5, their nights were just beginning. Most were ready to let their hair down after a tumultuous month of papers, exams, and research studies. Among the gallery of white baseball caps, oversized cups and domesticated cackling, stood well known attendees at an off-campus mixer. Ellie Bowden and her group of girlfriends comprised that list. Ellie and her girls were checking out the scenery, as they had so succinctly put into their efforts of meeting men of legitimate dating material. Across the way, Brendan Rainer had his sights set on the 5’7 tawny-haired bombshell her mother affectionately refers to as 'A little Ellie-fish, about to enter the big pond of life'. Wearing a striped, button-down shirt, draped onto dreary denim jeans, and parted black hair and sideburns Brenden has had his ups-and-downs with the girl department. To his chagrin, although he valued and respected women, it has most often proved to be his Achilles heel as far as his love life was concerned. He was usually the best friend and he had long since tired of that image. Him and his buddies were also on hand kicking back in the corner and conversing. Was Ellie Bowden out of his league? Maybe. But then again, he had his gameface on. Nothing was going to stand in his way, except for two Capri-sporting, sandal-wearing, necklaced girls who got his attention first. In the traditional sense, Brendan and Ellie came from opposite sides of the tracks. In lieu of their social standing, neither lacked drive. Besides, they were graduating college next week, so things should even out smoothly. Early afternoon, Brendan woke up from a semi-drunken stupor to the hammering of the door from his father Don. Right off the bat the everso blunt, yet overprotective old man of the Rainers look his son square in the eye with a sentiment of Son, we need to talk.’ For Brendan this was all too routine. Had it been a cd that lain next to his hundreds of music tapes, a more fitting title of his father's speech would be The Best of Mr. Rainer’s Bullshit Lectures: Volume 1, available in both Stressful and Unnecessary.. Brendan cared much for his parents although he sought to find his own identity in his 4 years of Colford. His mother Beverly was the first to hug the first of the clan to have done anything productive past high school. She and her husband were high school sweethearts who married into their early 20s and raised Brendan when they were relatively anew to their own existence. Over the years, they had gone out of their way to bond with their kid over a variety of topics, ranging from learning to balance his own check book to sex. Brendan beyond hoped it would not be one of those talks.. Admittedly enough his estrangement from his parents at a young age was not something that would deter his parents from doing their part in raising his son with some semblance of integrity and standard. That did not always stay in tact once Brendan started his freshman year, but then again so didn't his laundry habits. How you been, dad?,” Brendan asked with heavy eyes and semi-combed hair carrying a heaping helping of a month's worth of wardrobe. Just bring in the rest of your bags---you know your mom and I really missed you.” He put on weight, Don,” Beverly chimed. “I doubt that, honey.” It's been a while since you been at school, and.we're going to have to ask that you switch to living in the basement or possibly moving out,” his father relayed passively. What the hell?,” Brendan stood dumbfounded. He looked to his mother with a glance in his eye seeking approval if she would be too put off that he curse up a storm. It would not be the first time. what about MY room, ma ?” “Look son, we know this has been a hard pill to swallow but things haven’t been on the up and up at work,” his father retorted. “And ever since we came here her and I have had a hard enough time getting aid to put your brother and sister through school. That’s what it is, Brendan. I’m sorry.” The middle child of the family was feeling like the forgotten one as he buried his head in his hands with an animated grunt and galloped upstairs before getting the attention of his mother. “Bren, we did keep your stuff downstairs,” his mother proclaimed to her defeated son, in a tone resembling a game show announcer letting a contestant know they had still won the complimentary parting prize. "What the hell is that about, man?," was the initial reaction from his buddy Dennis. "I dunno, they're being weird. But maybe it's for the better," Brendan nonchalantly quipped as he drew devil horns around stick figures emulating his folks.Brendan was a drawer who also liked to write. Since artists who occasionally penned was not a solid major, Brendan took side jobs and apprentice work shops after school to hone his passion for drawing. He used to just stick to comic book superheroes until he figured he move on to bigger and better once he hit campus. Plus he did could do without being taunted for it by potential love interests. That night, Brendan and his sentimental entourage of post-collegiate hopeless romantics took to one of Colford Universities popular off-campus dive bars: Chet's. What started out as a series of walks 3 nights a week amid-st tethered finances and the occasionally overdue midterm take home exam, became a car ride into town, feeling like the had taken the wrong turn at the crossroads of their newly-designated roles in society: Rookie real worlders. Ellie Bowden felt a sense of loss when she had trouble finding a full-time job after graduating with a degree in finance. She was very involved on campus and was a tri-star athlete who excelled in the class, and definitely knew how to have a good time in between and around her endeavors. At times overly conscientious of her looks, Ellie would tussle her strand of tawny-brown locks and bat her green eyes, along with soft lips and a diamond necklace she wore in tribute to her grandmother. Ellie was a family person at heart. Although she felt she may have done some things at college she may not have done after finishing school, nor necessarily felt proud of Ellie sported lots of energy and personality aside from her good looks. She was also not one to take lightly in terns of pulling the wool over her eyes. Months after finishing school, Ellie took notice of how infrequent she would see her friends from high school, let alone some of her suite mates she had been tight with since her sophomore year. Ellie had her "return nights" at Colford but it was not the same. New faces, new crowd, new drama. Same old routine. Brendan felt similar at his guys night out at Chet's, sitting at the bar watching ESPN parallel to older townsfolk who sported Keno tickets and cigars. His and Shawn and their friends of their old roommates sat awkwardly ajar a storm of spilt drinks and camera flashes. That night, Ellie babysat for her neighbors, but instead of chatting up with some of her old teammates plastered on her cell phone directory, she brought over a scrap book and glossed over it since one of the pages had a congratulations card that said "Here's Looking at you Kid", and had a baby emblazoned on the front. Ellie wanted children of her own somebody, but finding Mr. Right was not something she took lightly, especially when many of the men who had flirted up a storm toward her at Chet's two nights a week back in her final semester were old enough to be her uncle...literally. She was still her mother's princess, her 'Ellie-fish in a pond.' And it really annoyed her with a passion. Though she loved her mother, she wasn't quite ready to take on a role as a 12-year old girl trapped in a young woman's body. Bickering ensued and Ellie's trip to Key West on Spring Break was now rivaled by bickering over keeping her room picked up. Six months after the homestretch of senior year winded down, talk show reruns and Gelato proved stale to Ellie--a determined post-collegiate, who had sent out hundreds of resumes but ended up getting called off of most jobs she went for. Temping and waitressing to support herself, aside from the clothes store she clamored at since high school, Ellie got the occasional pep talk of others who hated their jobs and ask that someone with as much potential as her break out of her rut and exit their self-proclaimed retail hell. Then she remembered that her time would come in spite of the prominent mentality that who you are replicates what you make of it. Brendan contributed to several on-line magazines to pad his amateur resume, but nothing that paid off his student loans. Characteristically, those that are fortunate---and there are usually a lot of people, who receive their degrees and get into their fields, were on the opposite of Brendan who had since come to feel that he did not know what the hell he wanted to do with his life. Even though he had not needed much of his parents help when he lived on campus, he commonly never turned it down when offered. Truth be told, both of Colford's fresh new representatives in finding themselves after dusk has overcast their dawn of post-adolescence-- alongside the always prominent 'we're not kids anymore, now what?!' mentality were pawns of the separation anxiety that thrusted what was set to be the crossroads of their journey into their mid-twenties. Both were hard workers, but each had their own parental sparring and runaround responses from job recruiters that they were not quite preparing to see, but were not immune to. The determination and long term goals of each had long since been compromised and their morales were declining. Brendan stayed around town and frequented the basement aside from his parent's garage. He had grown to adjust to the independence he had long hoped for, but never expected--particularly in the fashion in which it was first introduced months prior. At a New Year's Eve party took out to the patio at Dennis's apartment, an epiphany struck Brendan Rainer, two years removed from his five-year plight of early class, 3am pizza deliveries and the occasional practical joke by his hallway mates. He had come to realize that would likely never happen again, though he could still sing a mean Tom Petty song using a beer bottle as a microphone when playing guitar that night. Looking back at that time of a college grad's life where the fun and glory of finding yourself on your own, 8 months at a time proved to be overly gratuitous and sentimental. Things would not be the same for either but then there were the inevitabilities of getting older that was also on deck in their own ambiguous agendas. Then again, there is always grad school. Alesia and Pamela, I honestly don't like your attitudes. First off, neither one of you work for Yahoo!, so stop acting like it. Second of all no one twisted your arms to read the damn thing. And lastly, none of you have done me any favors. Pamela, my story isn't perfect but it's quite far from being about nothing. I have OCD too, I know it must be hard keeping focused......

A: i like it great characters i am in grade 12 and am dreading growing up, i like the cynical view, it is refreshing if i had to find something i didn't like much it would be sometimes the language sounds like the author is trying to put in deep adjectives for the sake of it, i am not sure if they are necessary "euphoric skyline that draped over the jubilant grads" it sounds good but i would personally use more simple language if i made a magazine, i would put this in it and if the story was in a magazine, i would buy it

Q: Can anyone give me an honest opinion of my short story?
Here's a piece of it. Is it interesting and is it going anywhere? May could not have come fast enough for the budding group of departing seniors from Colford University. On an evening where the euphoric skyline that draped over the jubilant grads stood still in a blend of blue and tangerine, the day was about to retire into the evening twilight. For the numerous students who packed commuter vans and walked in groups averaging 3-5, their nights were just beginning. Most were ready to let their hair down after a tumultuous month of papers, exams, and research studies. Among the gallery of white baseball caps, oversized cups and domesticated cackling, stood well known attendees at an off-campus mixer. Ellie Bowden and her group of girlfriends comprised that list. Ellie and her girls were checking out the scenery, as they had so succinctly put into their efforts of meeting men of legitimate dating material. Across the way, Brendan Rainer had his sights set on the 5’7 tawny-haired bombshell her mother affectionately refers to as 'A little Ellie-fish, about to enter the big pond of life'. Wearing a striped, button-down shirt, draped onto dreary denim jeans, and parted black hair and sideburns Brenden has had his ups-and-downs with the girl department. To his chagrin, although he valued and respected women, it has most often proved to be his Achilles heel as far as his love life was concerned. He was usually the best friend and he had long since tired of that image. Him and his buddies were also on hand kicking back in the corner and conversing. Was Ellie Bowden out of his league? Maybe. But then again, he had his gameface on. Nothing was going to stand in his way, except for two Capri-sporting, sandal-wearing, necklaced girls who got his attention first. In the traditional sense, Brendan and Ellie came from opposite sides of the tracks. In lieu of their social standing, neither lacked drive. Besides, they were graduating college next week, so things should even out smoothly. Early afternoon, Brendan woke up from a semi-drunken stupor to the hammering of the door from his father Don. Right off the bat the everso blunt, yet overprotective old man of the Rainers look his son square in the eye with a sentiment of Son, we need to talk.’ For Brendan this was all too routine. Had it been a cd that lain next to his hundreds of music tapes, a more fitting title of his father's speech would be The Best of Mr. Rainer’s Bullshit Lectures: Volume 1, available in both Stressful and Unnecessary.. Brendan cared much for his parents although he sought to find his own identity in his 4 years of Colford. His mother Beverly was the first to hug the first of the clan to have done anything productive past high school. She and her husband were high school sweethearts who married into their early 20s and raised Brendan when they were relatively anew to their own existence. Over the years, they had gone out of their way to bond with their kid over a variety of topics, ranging from learning to balance his own check book to sex. Brendan beyond hoped it would not be one of those talks.. Admittedly enough his estrangement from his parents at a young age was not something that would deter his parents from doing their part in raising his son with some semblance of integrity and standard. That did not always stay in tact once Brendan started his freshman year, but then again so didn't his laundry habits. How you been, dad?,” Brendan asked with heavy eyes and semi-combed hair carrying a heaping helping of a month's worth of wardrobe. Just bring in the rest of your bags---you know your mom and I really missed you.” He put on weight, Don,” Beverly chimed. “I doubt that, honey.” It's been a while since you been at school, and.we're going to have to ask that you switch to living in the basement or possibly moving out,” his father relayed passively. What the hell?,” Brendan stood dumbfounded. He looked to his mother with a glance in his eye seeking approval if she would be too put off that he curse up a storm. It would not be the first time. what about MY room, ma ?” “Look son, we know this has been a hard pill to swallow but things haven’t been on the up and up at work,” his father retorted. “And ever since we came here her and I have had a hard enough time getting aid to put your brother and sister through school. That’s what it is, Brendan. I’m sorry.” The middle child of the family was feeling like the forgotten one as he buried his head in his hands with an animated grunt and galloped upstairs before getting the attention of his mother. “Bren, we did keep your stuff downstairs,” his mother proclaimed to her defeated son, in a tone resembling a game show announcer letting a contestant know they had still won the complimentary parting prize. "What the hell is that about, man?," was the initial reaction from his buddy Dennis. "I dunno, they're being weird. But maybe it's for the better," Brendan nonchalantly quipped as he drew devil horns around stick figures emulating his folks.Brendan was a drawer who also liked to write. Since artists who occasionally penned was not a solid major, Brendan took side jobs and apprentice work shops after school to hone his passion for drawing. He used to just stick to comic book superheroes until he figured he move on to bigger and better once he hit campus. Plus he did could do without being taunted for it by potential love interests. That night, Brendan and his sentimental entourage of post-collegiate hopeless romantics took to one of Colford Universities popular off-campus dive bars: Chet's. What started out as a series of walks 3 nights a week amid-st tethered finances and the occasionally overdue midterm take home exam, became a car ride into town, feeling like the had taken the wrong turn at the crossroads of their newly-designated roles in society: Rookie real worlders. Ellie Bowden felt a sense of loss when she had trouble finding a full-time job after graduating with a degree in finance. She was very involved on campus and was a tri-star athlete who excelled in the class, and definitely knew how to have a good time in between and around her endeavors. At times overly conscientious of her looks, Ellie would tussle her strand of tawny-brown locks and bat her green eyes, along with soft lips and a diamond necklace she wore in tribute to her grandmother. Ellie was a family person at heart. Although she felt she may have done some things at college she may not have done after finishing school, nor necessarily felt proud of Ellie sported lots of energy and personality aside from her good looks. She was also not one to take lightly in terns of pulling the wool over her eyes. Months after finishing school, Ellie took notice of how infrequent she would see her friends from high school, let alone some of her suite mates she had been tight with since her sophomore year. Ellie had her "return nights" at Colford but it was not the same. New faces, new crowd, new drama. Same old routine. Brendan felt similar at his guys night out at Chet's, sitting at the bar watching ESPN parallel to older townsfolk who sported Keno tickets and cigars. His and Shawn and their friends of their old roommates sat awkwardly ajar a storm of spilt drinks and camera flashes. That night, Ellie babysat for her neighbors, but instead of chatting up with some of her old teammates plastered on her cell phone directory, she brought over a scrap book and glossed over it since one of the pages had a congratulations card that said "Here's Looking at you Kid", and had a baby emblazoned on the front. Ellie wanted children of her own somebody, but finding Mr. Right was not something she took lightly, especially when many of the men who had flirted up a storm toward her at Chet's two nights a week back in her final semester were old enough to be her uncle...literally. She was still her mother's princess, her 'Ellie-fish in a pond.' And it really annoyed her with a passion. Though she loved her mother, she wasn't quite ready to take on a role as a 12-year old girl trapped in a young woman's body. Bickering ensued and Ellie's trip to Key West on Spring Break was now rivaled by bickering over keeping her room picked up. Six months after the homestretch of senior year winded down, talk show reruns and Gelato proved stale to Ellie--a determined post-collegiate, who had sent out hundreds of resumes but ended up getting called off of most jobs she went for. Temping and waitressing to support herself, aside from the clothes store she clamored at since high school, Ellie got the occasional pep talk of others who hated their jobs and ask that someone with as much potential as her break out of her rut and exit their self-proclaimed retail hell. Then she remembered that her time would come in spite of the prominent mentality that who you are replicates what you make of it. Brendan contributed to several on-line magazines to pad his amateur resume, but nothing that paid off his student loans. Characteristically, those that are fortunate---and there are usually a lot of people, who receive their degrees and get into their fields, were on the opposite of Brendan who had since come to feel that he did not know what the hell he wanted to do with his life. Even though he had not needed much of his parents help when he lived on campus, he commonly never turned it down when offered. Truth be told, both of Colford's fresh new representatives in finding themselves after dusk has overcast their dawn of post-adolescence-- alongside the always prominent 'we're not kids anymore, now what?!' mentality were pawns of the separation anxiety that thrusted what was set to be the crossroads of their journey into their mid-twenties. Both were hard workers, but each had their own parental sparring and runaround responses from job recruiters that they were not quite preparing to see, but were not immune to. The determination and long term goals of each had long since been compromised and their morales were declining. Brendan stayed around town and frequented the basement aside from his parent's garage. He had grown to adjust to the independence he had long hoped for, but never expected--particularly in the fashion in which it was first introduced months prior. At a New Year's Eve party took out to the patio at Dennis's apartment, an epiphany struck Brendan Rainer, two years removed from his five-year plight of early class, 3am pizza deliveries and the occasional practical joke by his hallway mates. He had come to realize that would likely never happen again, though he could still sing a mean Tom Petty song using a beer bottle as a microphone when playing guitar that night. Looking back at that time of a college grad's life where the fun and glory of finding yourself on your own, 8 months at a time proved to be overly gratuitous and sentimental. Things would not be the same for either but then there were the inevitabilities of getting older that was also on deck in their own ambiguous agendas. Then again, there is always grad school.

A: As I started to read it, I had a hard time dodging the massive chunks or big words. they're piled all over the place. Spread them out a little thinner, like warm butter on bread. let your words flow freely and less complicated. Write a little more like you talk. I love it when ppl do that. You have a good story going, but I got lost a bit too. Explain the atmosphere a little more, so your reader can feel more at home and follow effortlessly. You've really put alot of work into this, and I congratulate you. Keep it up and don't quit!:)

Q: Can anyone give me an assessment of my short story?
Is it interesting and is it going anywhere? May could not have come fast enough for the budding group of departing seniors from Colford University. On an evening where the euphoric skyline that draped over the jubilant grads stood still in a blend of blue and tangerine, the day was about to retire into the evening twilight. For the numerous students who packed commuter vans and walked in groups averaging 3-5, their nights were just beginning. Most were ready to let their hair down after a tumultuous month of papers, exams, and research studies. Among the gallery of white baseball caps, oversized cups and domesticated cackling, stood well known attendees at an off-campus mixer. Ellie Bowden and her group of girlfriends comprised that list. Ellie and her girls were checking out the scenery, as they had so succinctly put into their efforts of meeting men of legitimate dating material. Across the way, Brendan Rainer had his sights set on the 5’7 tawny-haired bombshell her mother affectionately refers to as 'A little Ellie-fish, about to enter the big pond of life'. Wearing a striped, button-down shirt, draped onto dreary denim jeans, and parted black hair and sideburns Brenden has had his ups-and-downs with the girl department. To his chagrin, although he valued and respected women, it has most often proved to be his Achilles heel as far as his love life was concerned. He was usually the best friend and he had long since tired of that image. Him and his buddies were also on hand kicking back in the corner and conversing. Was Ellie Bowden out of his league? Maybe. But then again, he had his gameface on. Nothing was going to stand in his way, except for two Capri-sporting, sandal-wearing, necklaced girls who got his attention first. In the traditional sense, Brendan and Ellie came from opposite sides of the tracks. In lieu of their social standing, neither lacked drive. Besides, they were graduating college next week, so things should even out smoothly. Early afternoon, Brendan woke up from a semi-drunken stupor to the hammering of the door from his father Don. Right off the bat the everso blunt, yet overprotective old man of the Rainers look his son square in the eye with a sentiment of Son, we need to talk.’ For Brendan this was all too routine. Had it been a cd that lain next to his hundreds of music tapes, a more fitting title of his father's speech would be The Best of Mr. Rainer’s Bullshit Lectures: Volume 1, available in both Stressful and Unnecessary.. Brendan cared much for his parents although he sought to find his own identity in his 4 years of Colford. His mother Beverly was the first to hug the first of the clan to have done anything productive past high school. She and her husband were high school sweethearts who married into their early 20s and raised Brendan when they were relatively anew to their own existence. Over the years, they had gone out of their way to bond with their kid over a variety of topics, ranging from learning to balance his own check book to sex. Brendan beyond hoped it would not be one of those talks.. Admittedly enough his estrangement from his parents at a young age was not something that would deter his parents from doing their part in raising his son with some semblance of integrity and standard. That did not always stay in tact once Brendan started his freshman year, but then again so didn't his laundry habits. How you been, dad?,” Brendan asked with heavy eyes and semi-combed hair carrying a heaping helping of a month's worth of wardrobe. Just bring in the rest of your bags---you know your mom and I really missed you.” He put on weight, Don,” Beverly chimed. “I doubt that, honey.” It's been a while since you been at school, and.we're going to have to ask that you switch to living in the basement or possibly moving out,” his father relayed passively. What the hell?,” Brendan stood dumbfounded. He looked to his mother with a glance in his eye seeking approval if she would be too put off that he curse up a storm. It would not be the first time. what about MY room, ma ?” “Look son, we know this has been a hard pill to swallow but things haven’t been on the up and up at work,” his father retorted. “And ever since we came here her and I have had a hard enough time getting aid to put your brother and sister through school. That’s what it is, Brendan. I’m sorry.” The middle child of the family was feeling like the forgotten one as he buried his head in his hands with an animated grunt and galloped upstairs before getting the attention of his mother. “Bren, we did keep your stuff downstairs,” his mother proclaimed to her defeated son, in a tone resembling a game show announcer letting a contestant know they had still won the complimentary parting prize. "What the hell is that about, man?," was the initial reaction from his buddy Dennis. "I dunno, they're being weird. But maybe it's for the better," Brendan nonchalantly quipped as he drew devil horns around stick figures emulating his folks.Brendan was a drawer who also liked to write. Since artists who occasionally penned was not a solid major, Brendan took side jobs and apprentice work shops after school to hone his passion for drawing. He used to just stick to comic book superheroes until he figured he move on to bigger and better once he hit campus. Plus he did could do without being taunted for it by potential love interests. That night, Brendan and his sentimental entourage of post-collegiate hopeless romantics took to one of Colford Universities popular off-campus dive bars: Chet's. What started out as a series of walks 3 nights a week amid-st tethered finances and the occasionally overdue midterm take home exam, became a car ride into town, feeling like the had taken the wrong turn at the crossroads of their newly-designated roles in society: Rookie real worlders. Ellie Bowden felt a sense of loss when she had trouble finding a full-time job after graduating with a degree in finance. She was very involved on campus and was a tri-star athlete who excelled in the class, and definitely knew how to have a good time in between and around her endeavors. At times overly conscientious of her looks, Ellie would tussle her strand of tawny-brown locks and bat her green eyes, along with soft lips and a diamond necklace she wore in tribute to her grandmother. Ellie was a family person at heart. Although she felt she may have done some things at college she may not have done after finishing school, nor necessarily felt proud of Ellie sported lots of energy and personality aside from her good looks. She was also not one to take lightly in terns of pulling the wool over her eyes. Months after finishing school, Ellie took notice of how infrequent she would see her friends from high school, let alone some of her suite mates she had been tight with since her sophomore year. Ellie had her "return nights" at Colford but it was not the same. New faces, new crowd, new drama. Same old routine. Brendan felt similar at his guys night out at Chet's, sitting at the bar watching ESPN parallel to older townsfolk who sported Keno tickets and cigars. His and Shawn and their friends of their old roommates sat awkwardly ajar a storm of spilt drinks and camera flashes. That night, Ellie babysat for her neighbors, but instead of chatting up with some of her old teammates plastered on her cell phone directory, she brought over a scrap book and glossed over it since one of the pages had a congratulations card that said "Here's Looking at you Kid", and had a baby emblazoned on the front. Ellie wanted children of her own somebody, but finding Mr. Right was not something she took lightly, especially when many of the men who had flirted up a storm toward her at Chet's two nights a week back in her final semester were old enough to be her uncle...literally. She was still her mother's princess, her 'Ellie-fish in a pond.' And it really annoyed her with a passion. Though she loved her mother, she wasn't quite ready to take on a role as a 12-year old girl trapped in a young woman's body. Bickering ensued and Ellie's trip to Key West on Spring Break was now rivaled by bickering over keeping her room picked up. Six months after the homestretch of senior year winded down, talk show reruns and Gelato proved stale to Ellie--a determined post-collegiate, who had sent out hundreds of resumes but ended up getting called off of most jobs she went for. Temping and waitressing to support herself, aside from the clothes store she clamored at since high school, Ellie got the occasional pep talk of others who hated their jobs and ask that someone with as much potential as her break out of her rut and exit their self-proclaimed retail hell. Then she remembered that her time would come in spite of the prominent mentality that who you are replicates what you make of it. Brendan contributed to several on-line magazines to pad his amateur resume, but nothing that paid off his student loans. Characteristically, those that are fortunate---and there are usually a lot of people, who receive their degrees and get into their fields, were on the opposite of Brendan who had since come to feel that he did not know what the hell he wanted to do with his life. Even though he had not needed much of his parents help when he lived on campus, he commonly never turned it down when offered. Truth be told, both of Colford's fresh new representatives in finding themselves after dusk has overcast their dawn of post-adolescence-- alongside the always prominent 'we're not kids anymore, now what?!' mentality were pawns of the separation anxiety that thrusted what was set to be the crossroads of their journey into their mid-twenties. Both were hard workers, but each had their own parental sparring and runaround responses from job recruiters that they were not quite preparing to see, but were not immune to. The determination and long term goals of each had long since been compromised and their morales were declining. Brendan stayed around town and frequented the basement aside from his parent's garage. He had grown to adjust to the independence he had long hoped for, but never expected--particularly in the fashion in which it was first introduced months prior. At a New Year's Eve party took out to the patio at Dennis's apartment, an epiphany struck Brendan Rainer, two years removed from his five-year plight of early class, 3am pizza deliveries and the occasional practical joke by his hallway mates. He had come to realize that would likely never happen again, though he could still sing a mean Tom Petty song using a beer bottle as a microphone when playing guitar that night. Looking back at that time of a college grad's life where the fun and glory of finding yourself on your own, 8 months at a time proved to be overly gratuitous and sentimental. Things would not be the same for either but then there were the inevitabilities of getting older that was also on deck in their own ambiguous agendas. Then again, there is always grad school.

A: I read up to the "complimentary parting prize" comment and I have to say it's pretty good but here are a few things I thought were off about the story. first, the evening sky shouldn't be described as tangerine....it sounds like it's raining fruit. I know you mean it's a beautiful evening but try something like shades of copper and violet or something more resembling orange. The comment about "Ellie-fish" is a bit of an awkward moment. It has nothing to do with these girls going into the social club. Maybe if she were sitting at the bar reflecting on her mother's advice or something you can bring up the mother's comment of "Ellie-fish out in the big pond" but it comes out as being appropos of nothing where you have it now. I like the story, I'd read more. Now, when you were describing Brendan before we meet his parents, I thought you said he was the first born son. then you say he's the middle child when his parents tell him get out. I thought the way you described where he was sleeping was a bit awkward. it seemed like he was living at home then he shows up at the front door with laundry? this passage"{semi-combed hair carrying a heaping helping of a month's worth of wardrobe"} sounds sort of like the hair is carrying his laundry. That's impossible, yes, but it is a bit awkward in the phrasing.

Q: Why has everyone forgotten about the natives and Aztecs that were here originally? We deserve more than anyone
I hear all this about blacks were treated unfairly, that they were slaves, that the white man took everything they had. But I dont see them trying to fix "da mutha lan" like they say. We where here long before any of you showed up here. We lost everything. Our ancestors dont have the land to go back to. Only the land that was left or was to hard for Yall to conqure, so I aint trying to hear that you deserve reperations, we were segragated against also, beaten, and striped of our birth-right, so where do people allways assume that its a black or white thing. I guess its ok to remember what the white man did to the blacks but what about what they did to the real western hemeshear people? chime in let me know why theres a black history month, a whole month for remembering blacks but let me drive down the street with my mexican flag,some cumbias bumpin' out the radio, all on one day(5 de mayo- thats may 5) and I bet you I get a ticket. I am a mexican-american who's roots have been traced to the aztecs, but all the tribes came frome the same tribe. For all the people that say go home..I AM HOME!!!!! Why didnt your ancestors stay home instead of bullying your thoughts and lifestyles on anyone who was deemed lesser than one self. All I wanted to know was why is it allways black this black that, but noone else is thought of. I was just adding the natives in because they are the ones closest to mexicans, Idiots. Not all of ya just the ones that couldnt see that I was mexican. Look for my other questions

A: Because people don't want to remember the truth?! I dont know baby, maybe more people should educate others about the true history of this country. About the things that happened to Mexicans and Native Americans and how we didnt even own slaves here for at least 80 years after America started because they were too expensive....we had indentured servents which were white men who were in service for 7 years to pay off a debt.....and were treated badly and when we did have slaves although some were beaten and treated badly most were treated well as they were the work force of the landowner.....I think their should be more native american and hispanic history taught to kids and not just black and white but you know that already cuz I am your fiance! Guess its no wonder why your sons middle name is Azteca! LOL Love ya baby! Good question