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Name: gickyncricky
Gender: Female
Interests: God is more than just an interest to us
ALL THE LIKKLE DIBBUNS!!!
Expertise: pretedding we're smart
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/15/2005
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| Gic: Greetings from the far away land of Texas.
Cric: Uuuuh, you're not in Texas.
Gic: Oh yeah, I forgot. Oops. Well hullo everybody, I'm
back. Now I can tell fairy tales because nobody ever goes on this
site and reads 'em.
Cric: Yay!
Gic: Hmmm, what shall I say????
Cric: Type in yay.
Gic: Oh yeah...I don't know how to spell yay.
Cric: Y-A-Y
Gic: Oh.... OK, well Cric's gone so I can type nonsense without feeling self-conscious.
This is the story of a small
person named Fig Newton. (I've been working all day and my brain
has become numb/fried/crazy) He was a small person about the size
of your thumb. He lived in the snowball bush by the house.
One day a large pair of clippers came and chopped the snowball bush to
the ground. Fig Newton was homeless.
THE END!!!! :)
Gic: Cric, comment!
Cric: ok,
let's see, what shall I say? Oh my, homeless! I wonder why all those
little thumb people didn't get themselves chopped up by the sissors? I guess-wow, changed color and italics, oh well-I guess I should tell one also. AHEM!!!!
This is the story of a poozer. (A poozer looks exactly like your hand,
only with fur on it-and a face) This is the story of young Pookie, and
young Alamo. (Also Joey)-did I mention the Presidant? Anyway, one day
Joey ran up to the dibbun bin on all four paws shouting to Pookie and
Alamo to get up. "It's perfect!" he cried, "The Presidant is making his
address to all the bad dibbuns in the world-he is standing right
underneath a bucket of paint!!!" Pookie and Alamo wasted no time in
running with Joey all the way over to the scaffolding.
"Aaand all baby dibbuuuuns should grow uuuup with
better pareeeents..." the presidant was saying, (to be continued)
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| WE'RE LEAVING IN THREE DAYS, EVERYONE CHEER, THANK YOU ANNIE FOR
REMINDING ME TO
POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M SOOOOOOOO HAPPY(SAID IN KUSKO FASHION WHEN HE HUGS HIS BIRTHDAY GIFT TO HIMSELF)!
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| well, Vic called today!!!!
mom cried
I told her about my hat
Vic was exstatic
Vic said Denielle says 'hi' to me
and that's all 'cause she talked to mom and dad also and she only had five minutes
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| Dear Pookie,
Ye ole pirate! Put that stolen cookie down! The fairies are watching!
I know I'm goin' away from the Dibbun Bin for a long while, but don't fret-God is near. When it's dark enough, you can see the stars. Remember that.
The stars are a marvelous thing. You know what they are, don't you? Looking up, they are holes in the blue-black dome we call the sky. What you are really seeing is just the tiniest glimpse of Heaven.
Or, the stars are pieces of pavement, fallen from Heaven and suspended in space. They glitter with the fire of the Light because once you have been with Someone such as Jesus, you don't ever lose that light.
Or, the stars are simply rocks that have caught fire when Warrior Shadow passed his mighty wings over them.
Do you know what fireflys are? They are fallen stars.
Just thought I'd leave you with that thought. I know the Dibbun Bin will get lonely without Big Gickee. (Not that I'm great or anything, I'm just me, but you like me and that makes me happy.) | | |
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