10 months ago
Frosty Pumping Iron
Snowman's trying to beef up those twig arms he has, but let's hope he doesn't burn too many calories — he might melt!
Snowman's trying to beef up those twig arms he has, but let's hope he doesn't burn too many calories — he might melt!
help i cant get my arms down! why couldnt i have been born with bendy arms like John?
blah i am cryin now :(
thats stupid
SORRY I KEEP THINKING ITS BLOGSPOT ITS REALLY BLOGGER
im posting that poem on my blog-http://sk8rgrl-fillm ein.blogspot.com
hZZZZZZ THAT FUNNY!!
coooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooool
that poem is soo sad!!
ha ha snow man pumpin iron! yeah baby
lol thats so creative!
The poem a couple of posts under me is sad.
hehee.
HA HA!! Maybe there will be a new workout video by him:D
D=, You made me sad Blah! *post under mine*
y name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly. Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong. Or else I'm locked up, All the day long. When I awake, I'm all alone. The house is dark, My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car, My daddy is back From Charlie's bar. I hear him curse, My name he calls. I press myself, Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl. He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken. And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!" I scream But its now much too late, His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain, Again and again. Oh please God. Have mercy! Oh please let it end. And he finally stops And he heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. --------> This poem was written and passed around the internet after a three year old girl was murdered by her father. Three years old! What can you do? Keep passing it. If you have a website, post it on your site. And always, always speak out against it at every available opportunity.
Ha ha. That's funny.
Funny lol first comment sweet!