If you have ever played any Jak and Daxer games then this is a wiki for you. Jak RPG

I just saw the most awsome movie in the world War of the Worlds. I think it has a little to much blood in it to be a PG-13 movie though. If you see it i bet 1 hundred bucks that you will jump at parts.

Peter Griphon and the President

Peter: Aboogidaboogidabodidy
President: Hahahahahahahah
Peter: Aboogidaboogidabodidy
Presedent: hahahahah *smakes hands on desk and knocks over snowglobe* whaha waha wha wha wha wha whaaaaaaaaaaaa

today i went jet-skiing in Putinbay. even though i'm not old euongh to drive them it was still fun. i went with my step-dad and we were going between 30-50 mh the whole time and we went off wave and flew into the air! it was fun. yet now i'm really sore.

I want some of these for my birthday!

I must stop play Lord of the Rings: The Third Age! i have been playing forever even though i'm not even in helms deep yet! i am on the second disk though and this game is so freakin hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay in lotr:the thrid age i plade for about a little more then an hour and got 21% done total now. I beat the balrog (just barly all my guys died other then gandalf even though he is just temporary character) and now i have to kill tons of orks and uru-hia i need help!

You know people who like Inu-Yasha and Trigun being there favorite shows well your wrong, see Dragon Ball-z uncut!!! it is awsome it is the best kick ass show on Earth!

This is probobly one of the hardest games on Earth: Lord of the Rings: The Third Age. it is just like final fanticy and lotr combined. it has new characters but you play it like final fanticy. I have played for like 6 and a half hours and i'm only 14% done!!! it is hard!!! and i'm only in moria!

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ok this is something i have to say and i have good reasons for this but......i support gay marrige! here are the reasons below

1. If 2 people want to get married they should as long as they are over 18, it does not matter if they are both girls or are both guys!

2. People have rights!!!

Note: I'm not gay i have a girlfriend! I love you [Roxcie]!!!!

  The Raven
      by
    Edgar Allan Poe
[Once apon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of frogoten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door-
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."


Ah, destinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished to morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radient maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.



And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
This it is and nothing more."



Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," I said, "or Madam, truly your forgivness I emplore;
But tha fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there and nothing more.



Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondring, fearing,
Doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
Merely this and nothing more.



Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard the tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, " surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what threat is and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"



Open here I flung the shutter,when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obiesance made he;not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.



Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy creast be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim an ancient Raven wondring from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."



Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to here discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-little relavancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."



But the Raven sitting lonley on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that word he did outpour.
Nothing farther than he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."



Startled by the stillness broken ny reply so aptly spoken
"Doubtless," said I, "What it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"





But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
Ment in croaking "Nevermore."



This I sat ingaged in guessing, but no syllible expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushions velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er
But whose velvet-violet linig with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall pass, ah, nevermore!



Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tuffted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "Thy god hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respiet-respite and nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Qouth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-Prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Temper sent, or whether temptest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-
Is there-is there balm in gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."



"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still if bird or devil!
By the Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Be ourword our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the temptest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul ahth spoken!
Leave my lonliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."



And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittng
On the pallid bst of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore]

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