SATANS LIL HELPER!

***If you have ever pushed on a door that said "PULL" copy and paste this on to your homepage****

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( \ __ / ) This is Bunny put him on your
( = '.' =) Homepage and help him on
(*)__(*) his way to WORLD DOMINATION.

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Read:

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.

I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones.

I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.

It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.

The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS

ARE YOU A BITCH?

Some friends were sitting at the bar talking about their
Professions.

The first guy says, "I'm a Y.U.P.P.I.E, you know.... Young, Urban,
Professional, Peaceful; Intelligent; Ecologist"

The second guy says, "I'm a D.I.N.K, you know....
Double Income, No Kids."

The third guy says, "I'm a R.U.B., you know...
Rich, Urban, Biker."

They turn to the woman and ask her, "What are you?"

She replies: "I'm a WIFE, you now....
Wash, Iron, F???, Etc."

A second gal answers their question before they even ask it:

"BITCH."

So, just exactly what is a BITCH?" They ask in
Unison.

* B- BABE
* I- IN
* T- TOTAL
* C- CONTROL of
* H- HERSELF

So ladies, next time somebody calls you "Bitch"..

SMILE...and say Thank You!!!!!!!!

92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch decided breathing wasn't cool. Put this is your profile if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing hysterically instead.

How you thanked your mother

§ When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by howling and screaming.

§ When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.

§ When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.

§ When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

§ When you were 5 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"

§ When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

§ When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

§ When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

Those Teenage Years

§ When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

§ When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

§ When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

§ When you were 18, she cried as you passed your high school exams. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

§ When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."

§ When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."

§ When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first flat. You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

§ When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"

§ When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

§ When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."

§ When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."

§ When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder. There's no substitute for her. Though at times she may not have been the best of friends, may not have agreed with your thoughts, she was still your mother!!! Your mother will have been there for you; to listen to your woes, your braggings, your frustrations, etc. Ask yourself "Have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her "blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???" Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.

Put this on your profile if you love your mum