ummm.....ok....im sorry, whats 4-H?
ummm.....ok....im sorry, whats 4-H?
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Yes, exactly.
4-H
It's a youth program, usually focused on agriculture.
My older brother was in it, so I got dragged along, like everything else.
But, it did prove a good way to "explore nature, " and it did help me start my first business: a rabbit farm, where my brother and I raised, bred, and then slaughter the animals for market. It was nice, until a pack of wild dogs broke into the pin area one night, and killed most of our stock. I was pretty gruesome. I didn't want anymore rabbits after that.
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oh i get it.....4-Hillbillies. gotcha
ok so i still have the matter of how can i find a way to talk to her?
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Just show her what ub3r mirc0 you have. Knock on the door, then play a game of C&C Generals in your mind, acting out the keyboard and mouse. Show her how smooth your mouse grip is, how fast your fingers are on the keyboard.
Once she sees the micro, shes yours.
Yes, thats actually gotten me a girl. A hot one too, that doesnt play games.
Yes, well, I'm no hillbilly either. In fact, there aren't any hills at all where I'm from. Just mud and swamps.
As far as boring... well, what's your definition of boring? It's no more boring than some of the twaddle you'll have to listen to when you start dating girls.
My advice is not to date your neighbors. If things go south, or you just want to get away from them, everyday will be awkward. It'd be kind of like being married.
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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Heh. Young people.
Want attention? Do something.
Preferably, something constructive, not just cartwheels down the sidewalk.
"Hey, what are you doing?'
"Aww, I got bored doing our lawn for my Dad, and I still have half a tank of gas, so I figured..."
"It's kinda, like, dirty work, huh?"
"A little. But I don't mind. Water cleans it all away."
"Hey. Want some water?"
"OK"
Ten years and 3 babies later, they'll still talk about the 'Lawn Mower Day' with affection. And the kids will hate hearing it again for the 400th time.
Or:
She'll watch from behind the curtains and never come out, much less offer water. In which case: don't waste your time. She's not ready yet, and may have issues bigger than you wanna handle.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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