Hi, I'm Jen.. i live in Whitehall... i have an 11 year old daughter, and i'm a quirky chick.
Now, if your status is horny, DON'T talk to me... it's damn hard to have an intelligent conversation with a horny guy... nor do i need an autograph telling me to have a happy thirsty thursday, or mount me monday or some such shit... i can tell the days of the week myself, thank you. Also, if you don't have anything other to say than "hey" or "what's up" or "you're hot" don't bother.
If you don't know me, don't address me as babe, or hun, or sweetie, or sexy or any of that... that's way too familiar for me to take with someone i've never met.. it also creeps me out... lol... i have a sarcastic sense of humor, if you're going to talk to me, expect that... i like to have smart ass conversations with people who can take it AND dish it out, so if you're over sensitive, don't bother... and i'm not really a bitch... i just needed to get some things off my chest...that being said, i can be very sweet, romantic, and loving.... IF i know you and trust you... that won't happen quickly, so don't expect me to be that way for quite some time... if ever... if it's you, you'll know it...
Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.
âMom, I want a bike for my birthday.â
Little Bobby was a bit of a trouble maker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobbyâs mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did. Bobbyâs mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the year.
âGo to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday. âLittle Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.
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LETTER 1
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.
Your Friend, Bobby
Bobby knew that this wasnât true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.
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LETTER 2
Dear God,
I have been an âOKâ Boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.
Bobby
Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a third letter.
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LETTER 3
Dear God,
I know I havenât been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday please.
Thank you, Bobby
Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went down stairs and told his Mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobbyâs mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. âJust be home in time for dinner, â Bobbyâs mother told him.
Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the alter. He looked around to see if any one was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the Church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen and began to write his letter to God.
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LETTER 4
God,
I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.