(These are the first comments I have gotten)
-First comment ever made when I joined myspace, was like a fun greeting-
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Col. Skipper
(Apr. 21,2010 6:55PM):
"1Ah...Blowhole! My arch nemesis!
Finally made an account I see...It's obvious that weare NOT friends!"
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-That was a wounderful welcoming was it not? Ahahaha...anyways,
Yet that was not such a bother this was-
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Lyn Cassady
(Apr. 22,2010 7:55PM):
*Cassady smirks* "Well....never thought I'd see you here."
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-I got suspisous knowing I did not know him ,so, I did not reply. Then the susunod comment, I know there was going to be something big happening soon-
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Lyn Cassady
(Apr. 27,2010 9:57PM):
A message arrives to you, and suprisingly enough, it's letterhead is that of the Pentagon. The letter reads: To Dr. Blowhole, we understand your past situations with the ibong dagat Brigade has been one of agression. At this time, it is our understanding that your actions will not be repeated.You must know, however, that as of the Pagsulat of this letter, as authorized sa pamamagitan ng the Secretary of Defence and President Jack Ryan, the ibong dagat Brigade, hereby lead sa pamamagitan ng Col. Skipperand currently under my direction, is now a part of the United States Military. You are hereby advised that any action you make against the brigade or any of its members is an attack on the United Statees of America. At this time, the President is working with this organieation. If they are attacked in any wa sa pamamagitan ng your unit, there will be matulin actions taken against you. Furthermore, the President has set up headquaters in Central Park as you may already know from media press reports. It is my suggestion that any communications you plan with this organization remain silent.- Gen. Lyn Cassady, United States Army, Psyops Division, First Earth Battalior.
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(-Now do all of you understand? Leave all tanong in the comments.)
-First comment ever made when I joined myspace, was like a fun greeting-
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Col. Skipper
(Apr. 21,2010 6:55PM):
"1Ah...Blowhole! My arch nemesis!
Finally made an account I see...It's obvious that weare NOT friends!"
•__________________
-That was a wounderful welcoming was it not? Ahahaha...anyways,
Yet that was not such a bother this was-
________________________•
Lyn Cassady
(Apr. 22,2010 7:55PM):
*Cassady smirks* "Well....never thought I'd see you here."
•_____________________
-I got suspisous knowing I did not know him ,so, I did not reply. Then the susunod comment, I know there was going to be something big happening soon-
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Lyn Cassady
(Apr. 27,2010 9:57PM):
A message arrives to you, and suprisingly enough, it's letterhead is that of the Pentagon. The letter reads: To Dr. Blowhole, we understand your past situations with the ibong dagat Brigade has been one of agression. At this time, it is our understanding that your actions will not be repeated.You must know, however, that as of the Pagsulat of this letter, as authorized sa pamamagitan ng the Secretary of Defence and President Jack Ryan, the ibong dagat Brigade, hereby lead sa pamamagitan ng Col. Skipperand currently under my direction, is now a part of the United States Military. You are hereby advised that any action you make against the brigade or any of its members is an attack on the United Statees of America. At this time, the President is working with this organieation. If they are attacked in any wa sa pamamagitan ng your unit, there will be matulin actions taken against you. Furthermore, the President has set up headquaters in Central Park as you may already know from media press reports. It is my suggestion that any communications you plan with this organization remain silent.- Gen. Lyn Cassady, United States Army, Psyops Division, First Earth Battalior.
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(-Now do all of you understand? Leave all tanong in the comments.)
a tribute to ibong dagat of Madagascar
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
ibong dagat of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
sumali together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I pag-ibig them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live ibong dagat of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
ibong dagat of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
sumali together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I pag-ibig them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live ibong dagat of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
This is my first tagahanga fiction. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and if you were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my tahanan could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good pagkain I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The pader belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my tahanan could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good pagkain I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The pader belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
