You all are hilarious...why don't you just come out and admit that every girl that knows James has a secret crush on him..end of discussion..no reason to be ashamed...
ok, I'm in the mood for letting the cat out of the bag, so here ...
if you're at the reeds on a tuesday night, when James walks in the room, every girl swallows, tries to look relaxed (and in doing so looks totally not relaxed), her heart starts beating super hard, can't breathe. when he smiles, she melts into a little puddle, and when he's fighting, wrestling, competing with another guy, she is silently cheering him on, even thought she says she's cheering for the other guy. when the subject comes up of whos the handsomest, the strongest, the toughest, the answer is always the same, though no girl will admit it: James, James, James.
Now when I in my hoary age with head white and beard of snow. I remember the days of my youth when I would involve my self in games of competition trying to prove how tough I was, or how manly I was. Being the boy that I was I would even spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make self look the absolute best. I would lift weights and run for miles. When we all would gather together on certain days, i would pride myself with what muscles I had, and I would try my absolute best to beat every boy there in anything. I did good, and I was proud of myself. But there was something missing. Then it finally dawned on me, that I was putting all my effort into trying to impress with an outward show of power. While on the inside I had nothing. But I knew what I needed to do. I stopped priding my self with how strong i was, or how good I was at fighting. I started being a real friend, i stopped offering smart remarks to impress. i was no longer a public hero. No. i became the silent hero to a friend in need. Did I stop keeping my body in a good condition. No. i was stronger than before. But now I had both strength on the inside and on the out. My glory days of youthful vigor are over I know, but I can still offer a helping hand to those in need, or a shoulder to cry on. Just be careful that you don't get caught in those things of physical gain.
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Its so cute, I love Raccoons!
Same! I love Roamer! :)
~Faith
I'd love to meet Roamer :)
what, its not like he'd say, "hello hannah, its NICE TO MEET YOU!!!"
Well I don't expect him to
IDK who's cuter...
James or Roamer.
hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!
LOL ^^
wow, now THAT was funny. I hope we;re not going to be reliving what happened because of the famous "July 2011" post. =]
now what was that???
just ask one of the reeds. nathan would know a lot about it.=]
I might just do that. although it would be far easier if you would just tell me (whoever u are) ;)
:(
You all are hilarious...why don't you just come out and admit that every girl that knows James has a secret crush on him..end of discussion..no reason to be ashamed...
Hahahaha wow, Interesting facts!
Who's this Mr Perriwinkle?
Yes mr. perriwinkle, that is the honest TRUTH.
but you will not get any girl to admit it.
ok, I'm in the mood for letting the cat out of the bag, so here ...
if you're at the reeds on a tuesday night, when James walks in the room, every girl swallows, tries to look relaxed (and in doing so looks totally not relaxed), her heart starts beating super hard, can't breathe. when he smiles, she melts into a little puddle, and when he's fighting, wrestling, competing with another guy, she is silently cheering him on, even thought she says she's cheering for the other guy. when the subject comes up of whos the handsomest, the strongest, the toughest, the answer is always the same, though no girl will admit it: James, James, James.
and thatsa the honest, plain and simple truth.
=]
Very well said ^
ain't it the awful honest truth...
Now when I in my hoary age with head white and beard of snow. I remember the days of my youth when I would involve my self in games of competition trying to prove how tough I was, or how manly I was. Being the boy that I was I would even spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make self look the absolute best. I would lift weights and run for miles. When we all would gather together on certain days, i would pride myself with what muscles I had, and I would try my absolute best to beat every boy there in anything. I did good, and I was proud of myself. But there was something missing. Then it finally dawned on me, that I was putting all my effort into trying to impress with an outward show of power. While on the inside I had nothing. But I knew what I needed to do. I stopped priding my self with how strong i was, or how good I was at fighting. I started being a real friend, i stopped offering smart remarks to impress. i was no longer a public hero. No. i became the silent hero to a friend in need. Did I stop keeping my body in a good condition. No. i was stronger than before. But now I had both strength on the inside and on the out. My glory days of youthful vigor are over I know, but I can still offer a helping hand to those in need, or a shoulder to cry on. Just be careful that you don't get caught in those things of physical gain.
ok, who is mr periwinkle?!?
cuz i TOTALLY like what he just said!!!!
I wish somehow there's be a "Like Button" for the comments
I like that!!!!
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