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DrEdwardLaRueII
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Name: Edward
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Birthday: 6/12/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: I love art, being music, or fine arts- of all mediums; drawing, painting, sculpting, sketching, drafting/architectual design. I'm a big music buff too, I love all kinds of music and have a certain respect for almost every genre, excluding most christian and country.
AOL Instant Messenger SN: DrEdwardLaRueII
Expertise: I've been employed by Tio's Mexican Cafe for about three years now. I've done it all, from waiting tables, to hosting, prepping, cooking, dishwashing, delivering, and bussing. The vortex of sin at Tios has sculpted my life in both, good and bad ways. I have cheap mexican food in my blood.
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/22/2003
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| Bubba died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best friends, Daryl and Gomer. The three men had always done everything together. Daryl arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Daryl said, "Yup, his face is burnt up pretty bad. You better roll him over." The mortician rolled him over, and Daryl said, "Nope, ain't Bubba." The mortician thought that was rather strange. Then he brought Gomer in to identify the body. Gomer took a look at the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, "No, it ain't Bubba." The mortician asked, "How can you tell?" Gomer said, "Well, Bubba had two assholes." "What? He had two assholes?!" said the mortician. Yup, everyone knew he had two assholes. Every time we went to town, folks would say, "Here comes Bubba with them two assholes." | | |
| Disregard the previous entry. The insantiy of that evening will haunt my mind for a long time. Today has been cool. It was an easy day at the Oasis, it was an easy day at Tios. No real rushes, I didn't make much money at all, but I had a swell time. And thats what counts. All day I wasn't feeling much self esteem, but I think this quote cheered me up a tad bit... AndrewSoul: from what I remember, if I were a gay man, I'd be all over you Ned. No worries dude, no worries. You got it ... is that not the coolest quote ever? I think it is. | | |
| Right now I'm thinking as hard as I can. I'm searching for something inside. The emotion to describe me right now is not confused, nor is it out of control. It's kind of scared, kind of enlightened. This feels so weird for me and it's incredibely hard to comprehend. Ideas are flowing in and out of my body and my spirit. Unimaginable life forms, and beings- which are so new and virginal. I know I'm coming down from it, the cramps in my stomach are still very present. This is paranoia and fright I've never been so introduced to. What if my mom were to wake up in the middle of the night and find me, typing, thinking-- whoa whoa whoa, why does that matter? People are going to read this when I'm done with it and judge me, they might totally blow this out of reality (not like I know what that is, at the moment.) I just really hope its not always like this. I'm begginning to realize that maybe this wasn't the smartest of safest thing to experiment with. But it has been TOTALLY WILD. -I'm thankful for having william and all those people who have to be trusted by. | | |
| I asked my mom about my alien encounter and if she snook in my room and hung up my blanket... She said No. She told me I was probably sleep walking, but I've never walked in my sleep. So that does indeed prove the existence of extra-terrestrial beings that float and have mass amounts of alien drugs to immobilize the human race. Theory #2, the aliens gave my mother mind controlling substances and made her bust in my room to freak me out. All aliens are, are a bunch of whiteboys from another planet--- instigators! They are just trying to make fights between family members about blankets and such. If aliends didn't do it, they made my mom do it. And after they made her do it, they drugged her with more alien drugs and erased her memory of every doing the task.
This could be one of the weirdest things to ever occur in my life. A paradox. A mystery... | | |
| Public Service Announcement #0.1
I proved aliens exist this morning.I woke up this morning and my comforter was hanging up on the shower rod in my bathroom!!!I woke up and went to use the bathroom and there it was... hanging up in the bathroom...dude I went to bed under the covers of it, I do all my own laundry, and we have a cleaning lady that cleans blankets on fridays... So my mom snatching it in my sleep is impossible... and I am a VERY light sleeper, i wake up if anything makes a noise, especially bust up in my room and snatch my blanket off of me- then hang the heavy thing up on my shower rod... no way is it human! Im for real! Aliens MUST have super quiet Floating abilities or something! or they knocked me out using alien drugs to keep me from remembering. I haven't a clue! I am forever wrapped up in my blanket... and i woke up and it was in my bathroom.. and my mom didnt mention to me that she randomly woke up in the middle of the night and stole my blanket in stealth mode... Not cool-- I cant sleep now. Hanging up my blanket in my shower... who has the right?
Yes, possibly Nicole Kidman. But if she makes an appearance in my bedroom late at night, thieves my covers, hangs them up in the bathroom, and does not have the courtesy to wake me up and tell me - - She is not the perfect woman I think she is.
Frightened, I remain... | | |
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