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Age/Gender: 16, Male
Location: Ocean County, New Jersey
Job: Artist, DDR Maniac
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I'm making this post so that users may congratulate me when I win those 100 dollars. I'll be off on vacation, so bye bye. >:3 Also, I'll probably use the money as a base to save up enough money for a drawing tablet... or a Wii. Also, give it up for Nuttro for account-sitting while I'm gone.

[EDIT #2]: DISREGARD THE SECOND PART OF THAT EDIT, I SUCK COCKS.
[EDIT]: I HAVE FOUND MY DUDE. ALSO, BLOG CLOSED UNTIL I COME BACK FROM VACATION. BYE BYE~ :3
From the 6th to 13th of July I will need someone to deposit for me every day since Sunglasses is coincidentally going on vacation at the same time as I am. I'll be off on vacation in Costa Rica, and I'm really not sure if I will or will not have a good internet connection, and if I do, than I really don't feel like depositing because vacations are for breaking away from everyday life.
Specifics:
1) I want a user that is pretty well acquainted with how this site works. (if I have to explain shit to you, then don't bother)
2) If I see that you are active here, than that's a plus.
3) I will also need someone to log my stats everyday at NG Log. It's pretty simple.
4) I DEPOSIT AND LOG EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE. PLEASE, IF YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T DO THIS FROM THE 6TH TO THE 13TH, THAN DON'T BOTHER. I WILL OBVIOUSLY CHECK IF YOU HAVE DEPOSITED/LOGGED WHEN I GET BACK.
5) Screwing with my account info/password/review responses will not be tolerated. If you steal my account than I can just have an administrator get it back for me in a second. There would be no point in stealing. >:0
6) No forum posts please, I'll let you do whatever the hell you want with my blog, though. (as long as you don't spam unfunny crap)
7) You may blam/protect for me, if you want. (exercise good judgment while doing so)
8) No submitting audio/flash under my account. Do it with your own account. Also, don't co-author me for any flash.
9) I will PM you my temporary password for here and NG Log the day before I leave.
10) Don't use my account for mass-voting bullshit. I am not a sock-puppet.
Reward:
I'll draw you, and I'll post it on my DeviantART.
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Please reply as soon as possible!
And I'll be vacationing in Costa Rica. Check this out.

I will be submitting another movie on the same day as Playa Haters. This new flash is an animutation!
JACKIE IS LOOKING FOR UNCLEEEEE!!!!

I'm finally out of school. I feel really down, though. I'm in a state of shock, I guess. Not that I wanted to stay in school or anything, I just feel jaded... more than usual, that is. Like overwhelmed with the fact that there's nothing to do but sit around and go to my job. No more honors means there's no pressure on what I'm doing all day. I kind of felt guilty when I was sitting around doing nothing during the school year. But now I just feel terribly idle. Here's a screenshot from my flash.
GO CRY EMO KID!

...This man knew not what his goal in life was.
One day after he got up from bed and slugged his way through his usual wake-up routine of scraping the gunk from his mouth and washing it down with a cup of good ol' Brandy, he decided to try something out of the ordinary.
After eating he looked up an old college pal and got him to agree to giving him helicopter flying lessons. The man was partially glad to be doing something different for once, and partially worried because he had a fear of heights.
He got dressed and polished-up so his old friend Andy wouldn't think of him as a Tequila-sloshing slob. He grabbed his keys and ran out the door nearly tripping over a homeless person laying on his front steps. He nonchalantly got in his car and drove off.
He met with Andy at noon and they proceeded with the course. "Well", said Andy adjusting his Larry the Cable-Guy cap, "I'm skipping my lunch hour to teach you, but I'm glad to see you after ten years." "Likewise", said the man, "I would have never thought you would end up flying whirly-birds for a living."
"Shove it, jerk..." "What's that Andy?" "Oh, nothing..."
"Anyway, let me show you how to fly one of these bad boys.", continued Andy. They went through the usual beginner's course rather quickly. "Hey, you're getting the hang of this faster than any of the other schmoes that think they can take this on.", said Andy once again adjusting his cap.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm", said Andy with a nod. "Looks like you're ready." "For what? Taking it around by myself? No, no... I couldn-" "NONSENSE!" interjected Andy, "TAKE OL' BESSY AROUND FOR A WHILE, YOU GOT THIS DOWN BUDDY!" "WELL GEE, I GUESS I COULD... J-JUST FOR A SECOND..." "GET GOING MAN, I GOTTA RUN, SEE YA!" "THE MAN TOOK OFF AND SUDDENLY HIS FEAR OF HEIGHTS STRUCK HIM OH NO MY HEART IS BUMPIN' I GOTTA TOTALLY BAIL THIS BOGUS AIRCRAFT, BREAKER BREAKER, WE GOT A CODE A-37 EASTBOUND ON THE REBOUND HEY HOW'S THE WIFE? THE MAN WAS SPIRALLING TOWARDS THE EARTH AND SHOUTED AND SCREAMED LIKE A SMALL GIRL THROWING A TANTRUM ON THE TILED FLOOR OF A WAL-MART.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", SCREAMED ANDY, I MEAN THE MAN "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH HHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!"
Then there came a guiding voice over the radio...
NOW THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT TWISTED UPSIDE-DOWN AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE JUST SIT RIGHT THERE AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW I BECAME THE PRINCE OF A TOWN CALLED BEL-AIR
IN WEST PHILIDELPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE I USED TO SPEND MOST OF MY DAYS CHILLING OUT MAXING AND RELAXING ALL COOL AND SHOOTING SOME B-BALL OUTSIDE OF THE SCHOOL WHEN A COUPLE OF GUYS THEY WHERE UP TO NO GOOD STARTED MAKING TROUBLE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD I GOT IN ONE LITTLE FIGHT AND MY MOM GOT SCARED AND SAID YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE TO BEL-AIR
Then he crashed into the Pentagon.
The End
Updated: 06/19/08 10:57 PM 5 comments | Comments disabled | Share this!Swipe card acquired. Now I don't have to carry around a bag of quarters when I play DDR. Just swipe and stomp, bitches.

Srsly you guise. You guise, srsly.


