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Tuesday, May 29, 2007


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HI I'm lazieNinjaFrog. Welcome to my site. Enjoy your stay. Rules of my site.

1. I take art requests, but no yoai or yurei, as I do not believe in these.

2. Plz refrain from cursing as much as possible,

3. I won't kick you off my friends list unless you do something really bad.

4.I will only comment on your sites if you comment on mine.

Okay, nuff formal speak. Take off your hat, let my elf take your coat, have a seat, and relax^^ LOL ~I believe in christ and I'm not ashamed to say it, if you believe in christ to copy and paste this to your site^^~ Go ahead and sign my gb. =^^= I'll be sure to sign your gb soon.=^^= Hey Guess what ALL!! IT's the year of the... RAT!! XD

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Well, I wrote a mystery, finally, credits to my Mom though, 'cause she helps me make them up, I mean, she reads so many mysteries she knows how to write them. And I've only written two(including this oneLOL)
Well, see if you can guess it.


Clark Davidson was a true collector, and he was always looking for a a good deal at a sale. He was presently at the shop of a Mr. and Mrs. Robin, a nice old couple, selling vintage items.
He picked up an wooden cigar box. It was rimmed with gold, and the inside, covered with deep purple velvet. The old women hurried over.
"That," she said, "is the very cigar box that Mark Twain's wife gave to him for his Birthday."
"Reallly?" The young man was interested now.
"Yes, if you look there's an inscription at the bottom of it." She flipped it over in his hands.
The writing stated simply:
To My Dear Mark,
your beloved wife
The young man smiled, "I'll think about it."
"Ok." Mrs. Robin hurried over to help another person. Clark smiled, he liked Mrs. Robin, he was so sorry that he'd have to report her for fraud.


How did Clark know that it was a fraud?

Now you guess. ^^ C'ya 'n' stuffs


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