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Gay as can be! (Sept 26th 2013)I've loved women and I'm not scared to say it.
I know that it's not common but I'm proud of it.
I may not blend in a crowd but not being normal wasn't an option.
I've accepted that I'm gay, it's not a fashion statement.
I wear my pride and I will not hide.
Not behind a smoke screen, no ceiling will stop me.
I will be me and I will be gay.
I will be happy and you can not stop me.
Splash: An Alternate Chain of EventsAllen and Freddie Bauer entered the laboratory with Dr. Walter Kornbluth. Walter turned on the lights, and right then the trio noticed something wasn’t right. The water tank imprisoning Madison was still standing; however, the glass was completely destroyed! It was upon noticing this that the men realized the floor was damp even where they were standing. Nevertheless, they approached the tank, and stopped right in their tracks. Curled up in the far corner of the structure was Madison; she was laying down in fetal position, and her tail had dried up enough that she had legs again!
Allen was the first to rush over by her side. He gently shook his beloved mermaid’s shoulders. “Madison!”, he said softly but urgently. Then he gasped in horror!
“What’s the matter?”, his brother asked as he hurried over. Freddie and Walter arrived beside Allen, and immediately saw what shocked him. Sometime during
Stalked from Beyond the Grave: Yamcha's MisfortuneMaster thief Hasky was finally arrested by authorities after Goku thwarted her attempt to bomb Dream Land. After spending a few days and nights in jail however, a few lower-ranking soldiers in the Red Ribbon Army freed her by pretending to be Hasky’s visiting relatives. Upon discovering this charade, the police attempted to stop Hasky and her rescuers, but alas the master thief was very crafty and the soldiers highly trained in hand-to-hand combat. After knocking the authority figures unconscious with their own clubs and even tasering them with their own tasers, Hasky and her saviors quickly escaped.
Hasky followed the RRA soldiers as they ran around a corner and halfway down the block where their hover jets were parked. One of the soldiers, Private Gold sat down in his hover jet and motioned for the master thief to sit behind him. The grateful femme fatale gladly obliged. She thought ‘Usually I would be the driver, but I will let him dri
Ichabod Crane: Captive SoulThe flaming pumpkin struck Ichabod Crane with surprising force. Next thing the schoolmaster knew, he was falling backward off his horse and quickly blacked out. Before long, Ichabod awoke in the same spot. But he was standing instead of laying on the ground. He glanced around, searching for Gunpowder the horse. Alas, the animal was nowhere to be seen.
Then Ichabod noticed his hat laying next to the shattered pumpkin. He knelt and tried to pick it up, but to the schoolmaster’s horror his hand passed right through the hat! Ichabod then attempted to pick up the shattered pumpkin bits, but with the same result. Not sure what to do, he ran across the bridge. It wasn’t until after he arrived on the other side, that Ichabod realized his footsteps didn’t make any noise! He then walked up to the brook and looked in the water. To the poor fellow’s terror, he had no reflection! It was still dark
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e