I was born on a cold summer night in the middle of a soybean field. My mother was a hamster and my father smelt of elderberries. Tragically, my parents moved to Jamacia, forgetting that I was watching my one true love, Television, in my room. The IRS took my house and left me all alone on the streets. Then, a miracle happened. I met Mr. Dancing Peanut, a poor, orphaned peanut not unlike myself. He quickly became my best friend, and we looked out for each other. He taught me the one thing he knew: Polka. We toured Lichtenstien dancing for the happy people. It was my dream come true. Mr. Dancing Peanut and I got married, and we live in a large house in Ghana made of rainbows, cupcakes, and almond butter. We opened a dance clinic in New Zealand. If you would like to take polka lessons from the experts, visit www.dancingpeanuts.com for more information.
P.S. Wasn't that the awesomest bio you've ever read? And the best part is, it's all true! Um . . . yeah! I swear it is!
If you've ever galloped through the streets/hallways banging two empry halves of a coconut together, copy and paste this into your profile. (It's fun, trust me)
If hearing the word "popular" makes you burst into song, copy and paste this into your profile.
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.
If you love God with your whole heart and are 100 percent proud of it, copy & paste this in your profile.
Even when you cant see Him, GOD is there! if you belive in GOD put this in your profile.b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;b29;
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique,so weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would be laughing your head off.
If you think that those stupid kids should just give that God-forsaken Trix rabbit some Trix, copy this into your profile.
Ninety-five percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. If you are one of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list: Queen S of Randomness 016, Queen B of Randomness 016, AnimieKittyCaffe, The Gypsy Pirate Queen, That Bloody Demon, The Astrology Nerd, Shadow929, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Yavie Aelienel, Hyperactively Bored, Spymaster E, Shanny-Boo, Gem W, Brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, Bara-Minomoto, Em Quagmire, Buffy The Mary-Sue Slayer, Random Little Writer, SamanthaFantasyFan, EdwardAddict, Supergirrl, Elemental-ANimal, Mother Nature's Daughter, Schmerg_The_Impaler, Flobberworm93
Summary: A sonnet written by a teenage Snape, expressing his feelings toward Lily.
Summary: A collection of sonnets that would be very, very fun to read to Voldy, that is, if you don't mind the getting killed part. If you don't know, a sonnet is a short fourteen-line poem that takes less than thirty seconds to read. I know. I timed myself. It's great for people with short attention spans. If you have a really short attention span, read a haiku.
Summary: Oops, forgot my name and house. I'm Flobberworm93 of Hufflepuff.