Got red hair? if not, too bad... bummer for you! if you do, you're still not as cool as this little girl right here. WOOT! P.S. mr.ross' comments are from when i said "if you don't have red hair you're a loser". i don't want to hurt any feelings. think about it though: i don't even have red hair! i'm dissing myself. there are some really cool people in the world who aren't red heads so don't take it to heart.
i love you all!
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I would 100% agree with that. because its so true
Trevor WOULD agree with that statement! And it's true, I am a fan of people with red hair... but still. Your post called me a loser.
My name is Ephraim, and I do not approve of your message.
And when someone as kind as Aubrea calls you a loser, well, it's like this:
There's this profoundly wise and graceful society of aliens, similar to us, somewhere far across the galaxy. They're best artisans gather and spend a year forging the most beautiful daggers - a single set - that their world had ever seen. The daggers are carried by the humblest orphans from holy place to holy place, until every shaman on the planet had a chance to bless these beautiful artifacts. The idea was that there would never be an arms race on this planet because of them. That no country or nation would ever work to build a better weapon than those that already existed, such that their ability to hate would never outpace their ability to love.
Part of the prayer that the shaman said for the daggers, each in their own way and in their own language, was that these beautiful daggers should be admired only for their craft... and never used to harm anyone. Eventually this wise and superior race became aware of our meager civilization far across the galaxy, and decided to send their prized collection of holy daggers our way as a gift. A gift to help us on our way towards ascension into a world of peace and love.
They believed that we too, once we saw the beauty of the daggers, would know they were never to be used to harm anyone. And that similarly we would never try to create weapons more impressive than those daggers we would already possess.
And then these glorious, holy daggers, sharpest of any ever forged, were stabbed one by one into Ephraim's body. Or that's what it feels like, at least, when someone as kind as Aubrea hurts your feelings.
I would have red hair if I could... If I could have hair... at all...
ooh yes. mr. ross doesn't need red hair to be cool.
i love your little sister aubrea...
haha, she's so cute!
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