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Nope. I made it a year(s) ago and I never keep any of my MOCs for more than a couple days afterward. -SZ-

How did I make the head: LINK | LINK 2 Since I don't have any pieces at my disposal right now I'd like for you guys to figure it out. This has been annoying my brain for days. -SZ-

Wherever you go You know I’ll be there If you go far You know I’ll be there I’ll go anywhere So I’ll see you there You place the name You know I’ll be there You name the time You know I’ll be there I’ll go anywhere So I’ll see you there I don’t care if you don’t mind I’ll be there not far behind I will dare Keep in mind I’ll be there for you Where there’s truth You know I’ll be there Amongst the lies You know I’ll be there I’ll go anywhere So I’ll see you there I don’t care if you don’t mind I’ll be there not far behind I will dare Keep in mind I’ll be there for you If you should fall You know I’ll be there To catch the call You know I’ll be there I’ll go anywhere So I’ll see you there I don’t care if you don’t mind I’ll be there not far behind I will dare Keep in mind I don’t care I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you -SZ-

The one for J is just weird. -SZ-

Here's hopin' for a Northern Iowa-Butler-Cornell-Saint Mary's Final Four. *finger crossed* ^Why isn't there an emoticon for that?^ -SZ-

Is that mold? In which case, you need to get that looked at. -SZ-

"Well, we're not here to talk nonsense to Bob Loblaw." -SZ-

I can see tears filling your eyes And I know where they're coming from They're coming from a heart that's broken in two By what you don't see The person in the mirror Doesn't look like the magazine Oh, but when I look at you it's clear to me that... I can see the fingerprints of God When I look at you I can see the fingerprints of God And I know it's true You're a masterpiece That all creation quietly applauds And you're covered with the fingerprints of God Never has there been and never again Will there be another you Fashioned by God's hand And perfectly planned To be just who you are And what He's been creating Since the first beat of your heart Is a living breathing priceless work of art... I can see the fingerprints of God When I look at you I can see the fingerprints of God And I know it's true You're a masterpiece That all creation quietly applauds And you're covered with the fingerprints of God Just look at you You're a wonder in the making Oh, and God's not through, no In fact, He's just getting started... And I can see the fingerprints of God When I look at you I can see the fingerprints of God And I know it's true You're a masterpiece That all creation quietly applauds And you're covered with the fingerprints of God Fingerprints Of God - Steven Curtis Chapman -SZ-

Now no one can pronounce my title! ... Random thought. I remember when Shine and Budnalings became members. Laugh out loud, my friends. Laugh out loud. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... -SZ-

When Arkansas-Pine Bluff represents the state of Arkansas in the NCAA Tournament. Honestly, I'm from Arkansas and I don't even know where Pine Bluff is! At least they have a chance to win a game... and then get smoked by Duke. -SZ-

I owned the SAT. I wiped the floor with it. It felt rad, man. -SZ-

Oh, I'm so excited. -SZ-

WIN Send me some loot please -SZ-

As soon as your born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so ######### crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV, And you think you're so clever and you're classless and free, But you're still ######ing peasants as far as I can see, A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like all the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero, well just follow me If you want to be a hero, well just follow me Working Class Hero - Green Day (John Lennon cover) -SZ-

Oh lawlz, DV. -SZ-

So, today I was riminising remenising reminising reminiscing about the olden days when I first joined BZP. When I first joined, I wanted to do the following: 1) Be the most popular and bestest MOCist evar!! 2) Win BotW. (Then it disappeared!! ) 3) Become staff and ban people! (Actually, I just wanted a larger avatar ) 4) Have everyone think I'm totally funny and awesome and love me. Obviously, I didn't succeed in any of these. MY LIFE IS SUCH A DISASTER!!!!! ... What were your goals? Didja achieve them? -SZ-

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The penguins were at war! It was all over the news. Long had they been oppressed on every side. Their women and child taken away. Their fishsticks eaten. They were made slaves, and forced to bellydance! The penguins had been growing their numbers for years. It was their time to take back their ice, to fight their oppressors. And who were these gaudy opponents who dared to suppress them? The muffins. Blueberry. *** On one cold evening in the Attic (not Arctic, this is a common misconception) the penguins and muffins met in battle. Their lines stood on two 2x4 boards with a valley of bright pink insulation between them. They were either in a large attic or they were small penguins and muffins. The two lines roared at each other for a good two hours (this was standard) before the captains of each army went out to meet each other. "Alright," said the penguin captain, "I want no funny business. I want a good, clean fight? You understand?" But the muffin captain didn't reply. This was, of course, because muffins can't speak, only roar, and roaring at a time like this seemed a tad inappropriate. The penguin captain left, a little confused, and went back to his army. "Look men," he started, "We all know why we're here. That is the enemy. And what're we hungry for?" "Fishsticks!!" shouted the army back. "No, muffins!" "Oh." There was an awkward pause. "Muffins. Yay." They cried out feebly. The penguins began their charge in the pink insulation. But the muffins remained motionless. Then suddenly, as the penguins were about to trample of the motionless muffins something strange happened. The muffins didn't looks like muffins anymore. They had legs. And teeth! Not really any arms though. Oh no! They were Tyrannosaurus Rex's! In the blink of an eye they had turned into prehistoric killing machines (or maybe scavengers, no one really knows.) What were the penguins to do? They were helpless. Well, I'll tell you. They were eaten. End of story. *** But this is not the end. For as they were eaten they too changed. And can you guess who they changed into? No, of course you can't, I'm telling the story! Collectively, the penguins, as they were being eaten alive by the new muffins-to-T-Rex's, turned into one whole Darth Vader. It was weird. Darth Vader just stood there, somehow towering above all the T-Rex's, and laughed. "MWAHAHAHA!!!" said he. He then pushed a button on his chest and all the T-Rex's disappeared. *** On a long, distant planet, the T-Rex's awoke. They were muffins again. They all sighed. "It was fun while it lasted," said one. (So they could speak after all!! ) A large, vertical object walked up to them. Shrieks an shrills came from the muffins, and they cowered before it. It was a fishstick with angry eyebrows! The fishstick had a plate in his hand. He dropped it before the muffins. The muffins gasped, horrified. Some even puked. But by the look of the angry eyebrows of the fishstick, they had to eat what was on the plate, no matter what. Slowly the muffins took up their forks and knives and began eating their most loathsome food: Penguins. The End (ta-da!)

This made my day. -SZ-

But I lourves lonelygirl15 even though she's fake. ... Who's your crush(es)? -SZ-

Lemme just say this: The Hurt Locker definitely deserved it. -SZ-

"Why Mr. Anderson, why?" B) -SZ-

Awesome. -SZ-

So who wants to talk about Portal 2? -SZ-