(Ben and I are the ultimate duo and totally deserved to win)
So the photo montage beginsssss...
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Ben and I like to mirror murder mysteries on my digital camera
The following people endured the wrath of Katelyn Bledsoe
Keeley Mowatt: Ordinary 14 year old now, but
future supermodel all in due time.
The war hadn't even started yet, this was just
during the making of the bombs.
Flour bomb waaaars
The Idea: The Grand Tower of Youth Groupia!
The Construction: Rome was not built in a day,
but this poorly planned tower was built in 30 seconds
The downfall: Poor poor Tower of Youth Groupia (actually, this may
or may not have been my fault, as I was the top of the tower
and I kind of slipped.)
Caitlyn loves her spaghetti, crackers and rice pudding
Caitlyn puking her spaghetti, crackers and rice pudding
Caitlyn + Morin = SOOO in love (he is not stoked)
Best friiiiiiends (bright flaaaaash)
...also, I love Michelle Hetu... a lot.
Michelle Hetu (Wellington Secondary School) wrote
at 11:15pm on May 11th, 2007
at 11:15pm on May 11th, 2007
"Molly Woodford
is wishing that every single male on the planet would do her a favour and drop off the face of it for a little while."
i have an idea on how we can make this happen.
i say that you and i go to wal-mart and see if we can buy a gun, and if that fails, we go to a gun store and buy huge machine guns like the terminator had, then we go all rambo on the male species.. and then once all the men are dead, we have a picnic with juice boxes and little pb&j sandwiches minus the bread crust, and reflect on our good work. and since most police officers and political people are males, we won't have to worry about being in any trouble.
it's a fool-proof plan. =]
oh, and after we exterminate the male species, we can send their bodies to outer space so that they can't become zombies and eat our brains.
at least not on earth.
is wishing that every single male on the planet would do her a favour and drop off the face of it for a little while."
i have an idea on how we can make this happen.
i say that you and i go to wal-mart and see if we can buy a gun, and if that fails, we go to a gun store and buy huge machine guns like the terminator had, then we go all rambo on the male species.. and then once all the men are dead, we have a picnic with juice boxes and little pb&j sandwiches minus the bread crust, and reflect on our good work. and since most police officers and political people are males, we won't have to worry about being in any trouble.
it's a fool-proof plan. =]
oh, and after we exterminate the male species, we can send their bodies to outer space so that they can't become zombies and eat our brains.
at least not on earth.
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