We Need the Eggs

In Nov 2000 we elected a president by the name of George Bush.  This year we have a chance to change change our republican ways to democratic and set history.  Even if you don’t wantObama you can vote for McCain and make history as the vice president Mrs. Palin.  Vote because you want someone in office that you helped put in there.  It is 2008 time for change.

Ever since we elected Bush it has been nothing but issues for the middle and lower class.  It is like Bush can only see the upper class he has raised gas, taxes and many more.  He pulled us into war with the Afgahistan then turned into the whole middle east.  This is our 6 year over their rebuilding we need to leave imediatly.

We are making history either way we go with McCain the first female vice president.  WithObama the first Black male.  Make sure your vote is heard and vote.  If you’re one of those people who complain about Bush and didn’t vote you are in the wrong cause you helped him get into office.  So everybody get out and vote.

If you want change from the so many years of republican society vote Obama.  We need someone who can make changes they help everyone not just by what you got in your pocket.  We need someone who can make us feel safe again.  We need our armed forces rebuild again and gas lowered. We need a change.

You can go out there and vote for who ever.  McCain is just and old man with some Bush policies.  If you want more of the same go head and vote for McCain.

Concluding to this November go and vote for a change or the some from McCain.  Vote for more raised gas prices, more starving in American but we are worried about everyone else.  There are families who need these issues to be delt with go vote. U.S.A. need a change make your decision.

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Wat period Lunch do you have
5th your a Lame I have 6th
Hada has 5th too
I no Every I else has 6th
so what LOL!! In your face LOSER!!! 

LOL Nottin

LOL

Ur so DUMB!

U-G-L-Y

UR ugly u aint got no no no good Eye sight 
haaaaaaaaaa

So what I still look sexy in them!

WOW!! I think Eric and that gurl Like each other
All i know is that she likes this boy but, I forget his name…he’s in my art class cause I said dat cause ever time he do some thing she get up or Look Him up and down

LOL!! WOW Hehe

Why does Eric have a lock

hes D. U. M. b

I know like who carries a lock in their pocket????

HE DOES HES A BIG UGLY IDIOT

Yeah I know!!! LOL

UR A crack head

Wat does UR crush Look Like 
no homoo

y, Do u Like any 1

how come in 6th grade u never told me who u liked

I don’t Know

so u Like Indiyo

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so yoo

Dear Naji,
Whatsup Buttercup?
love, Doug

Dear Dan,
I’am sorry I succumbed. I am weak willed.
This lesson is totally meaningless to me.
I can’t wait till we graduate.
I want to be a DJ when I grow up.

Doug,
I hate this class
And this school
An the fact I have to pee.
I understand your weakness, the V is hard to turn down,
I want to…find a senior project so I can grow up and be a…I don’t know when I grow up

I am rdy to grow up or at least that stage before adulthood like–pupa?

A billboard in my town advertising boots proclaims: “It’s an election year…you’ll need these.”

I can’t suppress my approving laugh. These last two years have produced feces a little thicker and mud thrown a little harder than during any election in history. I take time to imagine John Adams or William Howard Taft running for president given today’s conditions.

Compared to today, campaigns of the past were fairly low-key activities. Although, citizens seemed to care just a little bit more when we had to work to simply see what the candidates looked like. In reality, there was no need, their résumé was more than enough. Small groups gathered around front porches and migrated to see the passing whistle stop train tour. Then our focus was more on their ideas, than their appearance or how they teased each other on the playground during recess that week. And then, television! The glowing box that in 1960 elected a handsome, clean Kennedy and saddened a sweaty, sweaty Nixon. Now the tube supplies non-stop, unforgiving, make your brain spin inside your skull “news.” (Feel free to pull a Howard Beale-”Network” moment and scream out your window.)

With more coverage, comes more misguided, parroted opinions. And who are we fooling with these opinions? Who are we pretending for? We say that race and sex don’t make a difference, but they do. ‘But.’ We use that word to knowingly contradict ourselves, the illusion of bringing completion to our pithy comments. “He’s a nice guy, but he throws babies at old ladies.” “John McCain has good ideas, but he’s old.” “Hilary Clinton is smart, but she’ll have PMS.” “Barack Obama is a good speaker, but he’s Muslim.” The A.B. (after-but) cancels out the B.B. (before-but). It’s comparable to a cat gingerly tossing about a ball of string and then swatting it hard across the room (most likely hitting and breaking that antique vase your grandmother willed to you). We’re all guilty of this device so think about your ‘buts’ and say what you mean.

My point is we can never escape the idiocy that surrounds modern three-ring circus elections. Everyone (even and especially idiots) has an opinion which is freely jammed down the throats of each open mouth. We voters have no choice but to ride the campaign bus until it arrives at the “city on a hill” known has the first Tuesday in November. As for finding boots that fit my feet, well, that’s another story.

Hey my arm got tired
I’ll pick it up tomorrow

Thank you

Sarah Beth

Things with Meryl Streep and I have been going pretty well. We had some rough patches, it’s true, but we worked it out. We recently purchased a large brownstone on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It’s a good location, near where I work and near her favorite produce stand. Meryl is a huge fan of groceries and she often chuckles about my past dealings with moldy bananas and bruised apples. She’s so cute.

When Meryl isn’t off winning numerous awards, she loves to knit. She made me a full body suit that I can wear under just about anything. She said she wants to keep me warm even when we’re not together. How sweet! I bite my tongue when her knitting guild meets weekly to ransack our home. Although I believe it’s not in their charter, their meetings usually involve stealing my juice boxes and pinching my poor, swollen cheeks. The endless supply of very loud sweaters lessens this blow. Her next projects are mittens and individual protective sleeves for our DVD collection. I think the sleeves are a touch impractical, but there’s no stopping a woman on a mission.