Other's Explanations
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This is a girl. She has an old school Converse on her head, and she appears to be about to blow someone. Where's the confusion?
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once again, the emos take retarded pictures of themselves. but amazingly this one isnt at a stupid angle....
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TWEENKIL TWEENKILL LITTLE STAR HOW I WONDER IS A CAT! THE END!!
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Good ol' shoe on head.
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NO NO NO! everybody knows that we have to dress up my pineapple to save the galaxy fom a swarm of underware......duh stupid shoe
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Note to commentors: The descriptions are not meant to be literal. :|
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The year is 2001. 16 year old Bailey Ogle is walking to work on the 12th floor of the world trade center in the second building from her house 8 blocks down. She remembers why she is coming to work today, as if she hadn't remembered an hour earlier when she had gotten up. She had to take the previous 2 days off for her uncle's funeral. 2 employees had recently quit. Jake and Sarah. Bailey liked Sarah, but Jake was always annoying her. The company she worked for had to bring her in, despite the recent tragedy. She snapped back out of deep thought. It surprised her how much time had passed. She was now only 2 blocks away from her destination. She walked into the shadow of the first tall building. When she first moved to New York, the size of the Trade Center was astonishing, but oddly, it seemed normal now, after a year and a half of seeing it nearly every day. Suddenly, Bailey noticed a swarm of people leaving the Trade Center. She couldn't tell you why she hadn't noticed before if she tried. You all know the story. The passenger plane. The carnage. Bailey was right in the middle of it. She ran into the candy store to her right. The one she used to go to before work. Suddenly, the cealing came crashing in. Suddemly, hiding in this small market wasn't seeming like such a great idea. The other man in the room jumped out from the falling rubble and grabbed onty Bailey's shirt. He tried to pull himself out from the cement chunk on his leg, but it was too heavy. Bailey was paralyzed. It was something she had never felt before. She could barely think. It was like a nightmare. She man who was now behind her, as she had turned around to watch the horror unfold through the window, took off his shoe and realed back. His screaming wasn't ever going to help. It was too loud already. He had to get her attention. He through the shoe at her head woth as much percision as he could master. It hit the window in front of her, making her flintch, then landed on top of her head. It was like magic. He half-wanted to call to his twin brother in the back to see what he had just done. They always liked to show off to eachother. Then he remembered his brother had run away and left him with trying to save their beloved family store. Bailey stood in awe with a shoe on her head as her world unfolded before her tortured eyes.
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Daria may have been retarded, but that was the best damn yearbook photo you could have asked of her.
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The best defense against zombies...ps. they take pity on the ones who look retarded, WATCH OUT!
This is a girl. She has an old school Converse on her head, and she appears to be about to blow someone. Where's the confusion?