The secret society of up-all-nighters. Or P.N.B. for Pixel N' Blize. WE COULD HAVE A CREST! A SOCIETAL CREST! One that we would spray paint around places where we do stupid stuff like climb fences and loiter! Kind of like The Emorium Society on my campus for rich pompous professors with nothing better to do. I'm not supposed to know about them, but when they spray paint a bright white owl with the letters, E.S. everywhere, and hijack the clock tower at 3:26 AM and ring it sixteen times, it's kind of hard not to know they exist.
Have you ever considered the idea of Automating the process of burning down orphanages? @Dan I am those people!
a boy has the right to dream. there are endless possibilities stretched out before him. what awaits him down the path, he will then have to choose. the boy doesn't always know, at some point the boy then becomes an adult, and learns what he was able to become. joy and saddness will forever accompany this. he is confronted with a choice. when this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his heart? once a boy becomes an adult, he can no longer go back to being a boy. the boy is now a man. only one thing can be said, "a boy has the right to dream." for those eldless possibilites are stretched out before him. we must remeber, all men were once boys.
I leave you alone 15 minutes and you want to set stuff on fire. No it's unhealthy. -- Sent from my Palm Pre using Forums
Harddrive left NJ at 10 AM. That means new computer should be working by thursday. I hope. -- Sent from my Palm Pre using Forums
