Re: Eardley, Darling.....
in reply to a message by Adrianna Magalton
"Suck ass"? And this from a person who calls herself "anna_poo" in e-mail? Too damn funny.
-- Nanaea
-- Nanaea
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Anna just happens to stand for "Adrianna Pulia". The name last name I had until my dad was in the mob and killed people for money and my mom changed my last name to her maiden last name to hide the shame from the family. But I'm not ashamed at all. I think its kick-ass.
Sounds like the only ass gettin kicked here's the Witness Protection Program's. Better tell Mom to start packin, Addy.
As if the Witness Protection Program didn't have enough work to do. Now they've got to find yet *another* trailer park...
Shucks, send 'em down this way. Plenty to go around, and I'm leavin in two weeks anyway.
Thanks for the family history, Anna Poo. One should never be ashamed of one's family -- good for you! See, I'm a Satanist. Many of my friends across the nation are Satanists, too, and I'm not ashamed of anything that my "family" does, either. :)
Hey, Wisconsin is a lovely state, isn't it? So many nice towns near you, like Abrams, Little Swanaco, Sobieski... How's the weather? :)
-- Nanaea
Hey, Wisconsin is a lovely state, isn't it? So many nice towns near you, like Abrams, Little Swanaco, Sobieski... How's the weather? :)
-- Nanaea
...and Nanaea is no "nouveau-satanist," having been raised by disciples
of Alistair Crowley! Nanaeat Emptor!
of Alistair Crowley! Nanaeat Emptor!
im disiplined to ya know. i went to the correctional facility for 180 days and it worked for me
ROTFL!
You remingeg me of a very old joke:
A kindergarten teacher to asks her students to describe what they did over the weekend.
Jane: “I went to my nanna’s house.” “No Jane,” corrected the teacher, “you went to your grandmother’s house."
George: “My dad bought me a choo-choo.” “No,” corrected the teacher, “Lets try to talk like grown-ups. He bought you a toy train.”
Johnny: “I read a book.” “Very good and what book did you read?” Johnny thought hard: “Winnie the Shit.”
A kindergarten teacher to asks her students to describe what they did over the weekend.
Jane: “I went to my nanna’s house.” “No Jane,” corrected the teacher, “you went to your grandmother’s house."
George: “My dad bought me a choo-choo.” “No,” corrected the teacher, “Lets try to talk like grown-ups. He bought you a toy train.”
Johnny: “I read a book.” “Very good and what book did you read?” Johnny thought hard: “Winnie the Shit.”
Heheh, that story was my morning laugh. :)
And now, I dedicate this poem to the person who inspired this thread:
Dear Anna Poo,
How do you you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well's here a clue:
If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.
Merci beaucoup.
-- Nanaea
And now, I dedicate this poem to the person who inspired this thread:
Dear Anna Poo,
How do you you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well's here a clue:
If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.
Merci beaucoup.
-- Nanaea
Poem, sans typos
Dear Anna Poo,
How do you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well here's a clue:
If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.
Merci beaucoup.
-- Nanaea
Dear Anna Poo,
How do you do?
You've made your mark in this venue.
And how, you ask? Well here's a clue:
If I actually gave a poo
For what you think or what you do...
I promise you,
You'd be the first I'd give it to.
Merci beaucoup.
-- Nanaea