Underwhere or underwear . . .I made you say underwear, underwhere. RUN . . .Under there.
Underwhere. Silly word. Do you mean boxers or shorts or panties? Underwhere, underthere. Breifs or bloomers, who cares. where under wear underthere.
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MY TEACHER HATES ME
Teacher talking to student at LSI (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My teacher hates me . . .No they do not. Oh wait a minute . . .Some teachers do not like students but they like the pay check and the title Teacher. This title makes them feel special.
My teacher hates me . . .Why? Why do you think this? What kind of student are you? Are you a great student and you sit and pay full attention? Do you keep eye contact when they are talking and teaching? Do you hand in finished assignments where you did your very best to please the teacher and show you are a learning student? If so . . .Then the teacher Loves you and you are asset to the class room.
My teacher hates me . . .Why? Why would the teacher hate you . . .Do you cause up-sets, causing the rest of the class to laugh or act out. Do you pay no regards to the teacher and do your own thing? Why would anyone want to be ignored and made out to be a joke, not even you like this done unto you. You are not sent to school to be the clown of the class, you are sent to school to learn how to take care of yourself in the future. A JOB.
Teacher (Photo credit: tim ellis)
My teacher hates me . . .Do you hate the teacher? Then you are both squared off.
If you feel the teacher hates you it is up to you to ask the teacher why. It is up to you to stay after school and talk to the teacher . . .AND I DID NOT SAY FIGHT! I said to TALK.
Simple . . .Miss/Sir, why do you hate me? Is there anything i can do to change this feeling. More than likely you will find the teacher does not hate you, and with common sense in this talking it over, you will understand in the teacher and they you.
My teacher hates me . . .I wonder . . .Do you just sit there like a bump on a log and not participate? If so, then as far as you know they think you hate them.
student smoking in the entrance of Library (Photo credit: Yuba College Public Space)
TRAPPED INSIDE NO WAY OUT
English: Can you tell what it is yet? Trapped in the clutches of rampant elder bushes is a Claeys M103 combine harvester affectionately known as hunchbacks. A product from Zedelgem in Belgium circa early 1960′s. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
He/she needs out of a mind state they are trapped in. Only thing is there really is no way out . . .Not now anyway. He/she are unaware of this cell they are indeed locked in. They only think and hope for the best not even knowing what the best it. What is the best, i know . . .Oh . . .I thought is was . . .What do i know, is what they end up saying. Then leaving it at that. Why? Because they are trapped inside with no way out.
There is always a way out . . .ALWAYS A WAY OUT . . .Did you hear me, always a way out!ONLY YOU DO NOT WANT TO TAKE IT. No not you . . .You want something out of the ordinary something out of your grasp, holding you keeping you inside, you against your own will. Trapped. But do understand even you know there is a way out and it is you holding back. To bad you are not happy . . .And all it will take is the one and only way out that you will not accept, because you think it is not good enough for you or you believe you don’t fit in anywhere or you don’t belong or what ever excuse you keep as your key.
Sometimes it means we have to say good-bye to the things that keep us TRAPPED. YES we hate good-byes. Some people Love good-byes and see you later and that later never comes. They like it that way, the feeling of never being trapped. I myself am trapped inside no way out. I have plenty of excuses and tossed all my keys away. Do i like the feeling of entrapment? NO . . .It is lonely. But my way out is heart-ship that i do not want to bear. But if i were to be trapped inside that combine up in the picture and it was a matter of starve or die i would set th brush on fire and as it burned out, i would being praying to God, that i did a silly thing, please don’t let me burn to death and die, i am hungry and just and out. Sure it would be really, really hot, but so is the desert. Trapped inside no way out? Always a way out, even if the help comes from the lowest man on the totum pole.
WORDTINKER AND THE BRAIN
Wordtinker and the brain are to different people with both different characters of each other but they get along perfect . . .Wordtinker is a nice lady and the Brain is a good well-groomed man. Of course this put each of them at odds all the time. But in the end it is he, the Brain who Loves this Wordtinker keeping her by his side. On the side if you will . . .They live apart.
Picture this. The Brain is not a physical contact fighting man, he is a verbal man. And Wordtinker does her best getting through life, this is hard for her, as she is not one with herself. This causes break downs of intertwining thoughts, this eats up her hours of day.
When they met he sat crossed legged reading the News Paper, out in front of his home. And she was told to ask if he had any rope.
She became confused due to the bungling questions dive booming her thoughts, but she made it over to him, he looked up from his paper. She asked the silly question and it went from there. She giggled at his answer. She smiled. He smiled.
It was not long, before he knew she was that of a silly girl, not even understanding she should pay attention to things happening around her. And she though he was always to smart, but then with all the garble going on in her mind anyway as to why or why not to, and is this going to cause trouble in any way and she did not understand him anyway, his words were to far advanced from anything she knew, but her mind would occupy it’s self as it would tinker with the new words he shot her way.
He could tell she was met for better things but somehow, got lost in her journey through life. She had this innocence about her that of a child. This was refreshing to himself and always made things quite amusing at times. other times he thought what would be the point, she wouldn’t understand and think he was picking on her. Of course sometimes he would and she would play back.
But in the end, no-body really knows if this got boring or if meddling from other people broke in causing mishaps of arguments between them. Silly girl. Mean boy. They eventually parted both Love stricken for ach other . . .The Wordtinker and the Brain.
YOUR NEIGHBOURS TRASH
Your neighbours trash. Your mential health is important . . .Why do you have to look at your neighbours trash when it is an eye sour, because it is right there for you to see, a long with all your friends and family and other people who may visit. If this is indeed somewhat junk-garbage containing dangerous harmful germs invading your heathy then you need to secretly contact the health-board and ask them to PLEASE come out and take a look.
What else can you do . . .Offer to help clean it . . .I know! Why should you? What if the people are not fit enough to pick the mess up. What if they really would Love the thought of having caring help. NO FIGHTING AT ALL. NO SNIDE REMARKS . . .Just help.
YOUR NEIGHBOURS TRASH
This will be the cause of not being able to sell your home . . .WHO WANTS to live there, not even you. Your neighbours trash is trash and it hurts your eyes, your brain and your over all health. CALL SOMEONE in PRIVATE without starting a fight or trouble if you can.
STINK BOMBS
STINK BOMBS: Rotten eggs.
These are not to be used as practical pranks or jokes. You can seriously harm someone with this type of weapon if in haled to long.
Types of harm.
- Stomach–vomit.
- nasal passage–vomit and blockage of clean air.
- severe headaches–vomit.
This is 10 x’s worse, that a huge fart caught in an air tight bag and burst.
WITHOUT FORCE OR PROSECUTION-HOW TO GET A HUNDRED FOLLOWERS IN A DAY
BY HAVING . . .
ONE HELL OF A TITLE.
NOBODY IMPORTANT
What does this even mean . . .EVERYONE IS IMPORTANT in one way or another. IT IS ALSO SAID . . .What you can’t do somebody else can, you are probably one of the can people.
Nobody Important is a nasty thing to say . . .Who is anyone better than you or you anyone.
I am simple but i am someone just like you.
This was brought to my attention: A comment from someone calling themselves
- NOBODY IMPORTANT
IN THEDOGHOUSE All is important to us, this is Love and kindness and caring like all dogs have. Nobody important indeed . . .must be the paper boy. Oh wait a minute, without the paper boy where would we be? Man everyone is important and so are you, without you, who would tell me what they really think.
NOBODY IMPORTANT . . .I can’t think of a thing even the garbage man is important. And that kid who keeps spray painting the garage . . .Sure he is important . . .Someone should tell him he has a steady hand and if he does not have a queasy belly he should learn to become a surgeon.
GO ASK YOUR MOTHER
How funny is that statement . . .GO ask your mother. Don’t all fathers say that. Most of them . . .Yes they do. Go ask your mother.
Thing is, it always has something to do with the tender side of things, like sex.
Silly fathers . . .Mothers just slap us in the head and tell us to ask of the fathers.
WHAT IS LOVE
You, you are Love. Maybe in yourself . . .But in deed Love is what you are.
THAT does not mean people have to be in Love with you. or Love you for that matter.
Do you Love you? That is all that counts.
