My name is Michelle
I'm 25 years old,single exotic dancer and recently had to sell my truck, to pay for a cast for my dog's leg.
I have been losing income as a direct result of the BP gulf coast oil spill.BP denied my claim.
Since the oil spill it has gotten worse and worse.Now I can barely pay my bills.So there is no hope for me to get a decent vehicle or even a down payment for a half way decent vehicle.
Please if you are real give me some money to get a car. P.S.If you are real and want to help people. I also have plans for my own business,so I wouldn't have to dance anymore.
Please help me.
desire is not an occupation
wow this is all so stimulating! im reading how people interperate each other in this web site. some one types... then someone else reads and comes to the conclusion that from this post i know everyhting about people and how they tick. which not only gives me the authority to tell them what is right and wrong with them but to go as far as to speculate how they went wrong and what to do next. and on the other hand some people spend to much time defending them selves and not enough attacking the world.. but i also speculate what i know. most modern knowlege is taught to us through means of learning information and relating it with the world around us. wich i think draws speculation to how opinions tamper facts. for example the most of us would think on a moral level that murder is wrong. right, i do. but if the majority of people are killers. does that mean its right. idk most moral assumptions in the world has become a majority rule! i just think that instead of bitching at each other we should bitch about something that matters. because we can throw rocks and dirt at each other forever and all that will be left is those rocks and dirt................
How can we rid the world from these pests.
I don't know about you but the cat problem where I live in Somerset has got beyond a joke.
I know it's the liberal thing these days to "claim" to love the furry little fuckers but in private everyone admits to loathing these flea ridden bastard spongers, right?
Well, I'd like to start a nationwide campaign to rid our society of these evil c*nts. Maybe name a day when it becomes socially acceptable to publicly execute as many of the little shits as we can get our hands on? A sort of cat armistice.
There must be about 15 of the sneaky little wankers on my street alone. If burnt the heat generated could significantly help to reduce the problem some of our older citizens are having in staying warm this winter.
Let's all just stop, take a look in the mirror and admit to ourselves that enough is enough. They have to go. Only last week I saw a cat defecating in my rear garden. This unruly behavior just cannot be allowed to continue.
So, come on. let's do something about this problem together, as a nation.
Anger Management Techniques
as a child I was small and weak compared to other children in my local area and always I would get beaten.
When I was fifteen I joined the local boxing club because I was so sick of be beatings I received. That was 2 years ago. From the age of fifteen to seventeen I became bigger and stronger but my temper increased a thousand times and I would just go around beating people for fun and taking their money.
Then one day I was so out of control I beat the local policeman badly .I was arrested and had to be restrained in a straitjacket and taken to the local nut house for evaluation.
After many test the doctors realised that I had high level of steroids in my system and it turned out later that my trainer had been giving me in a special drink loaded with steroids. That was 4 weeks ago.
Once again I feel weak like the fifteen year old child I was, so am begging you Barry for two hundred pounds so I can get loaded on the roids and feel like a wild animal pulling the birds and beating the local sheep up.
In A personal Place
I have a very serious problem that I can hope you can help me with.
For years my apple farm (a little place just outside of Spokane, WA) has suffered from a plague of field mice but lately things have taken a more sinister turn.
I have discovered that the mice have moved into my wife’s forehead. This is very distressing to me as not only do I hear their incessant squeaking all night, but my beloved’s head has swelled up at the front like a peanut or actress Reece Witherspoon’s.
As you can imagine this is very alarming. I’m not sure if the mice are controlling my wife’s actions. I suspect they are, as many times I have woken in the morning to find her face covered in those mouse glue traps I bought at the local store.
I’ve tried to remedy the situation myself but the only way to tempt the mice out is to place little bits of cheese in my wife’s ear canal and grab the little critters when they pop out for a bite. But it has been a bad year for American apples and it’s getting to a point where I can’t afford money for cheese.
I also want to try for a baby with my wife but I’m worried that any child produced will be half man/half rodent, which may be good for the freakshow circuit but not so good for a farm specializing in pippins.
Please help me and send some cheese or even better a cow so I can produce cheese myself-as the old saying goes, ‘Give a man a fire and he will be warm for a day, set him on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life’
Please give generously.