daren1, this isn't reality, this is the Internet. Wow, how did you find the statistics for the website? 3 to 1, answers to questions... well, I guess most of us have someone or something that tells them the answers faster or better than us akaqa.com people do, so they don't post as many questions on here, but post answers.
Aw, thanks! Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite!
This is just my opinion, and I am not trying to offend anyone here. I am against pot, even though I have never tried. I never will, I swear. It damages our body permanently, sends off a bad vibe, and is just an extra waste of time and money. I don't think it should be legal at all, but that will never happen. I wish people didn't discover how to smoke, since it's addictive and unhealthy. Pot makes a lot of young and old people do things they should not and normally would not do, even if it has a nice feeling. Lucretia, please don't smoke pot anytime soon, for your sake. This is just my opinion, and for those who know pot is helpful and/or support pot, I am not trying to offend you. Interesting subject and poll, I would never have thought of that.
Interesting question, leeroy. The only time and chance that I would ever sell my soul to the devil would be under these conditions:
- He must free all the other cheated souls in exchange for mine,
- Kill himself,
- And remove all the bad things he has planted in this world.
You know, I don't think he would agree, but it's worth a shot.
I don't recall any good dreams, except for one that is just strange. I was in seventh grade, and I dreamed I woke up late, and decided to take my time to get to school (which is definitely something I wouldn't do). My mom told me to choose a cereal for breakfast, but when I turned to the kitchen, there was at least thirty different types on the table! I accidentally knocked one box down, which ended up as a domino effect. I suddenly felt myself being catapulted south, and I landed inside of my huge school library, unharmed. All my classmates were there, saying, "Wow, what a trip!" As I looked at one girl named Sammy, a flapjack fell on her head, complete with maple syrup and butter. I looked up at the ceiling, and the last thing I saw before I woke up was a flapjack, falling fast toward me...
My favorite memory is making pumpkin bars with my chef father. He is awesome at frying and Asian food (probably because he's mostly Asian), but he is terrible at making dessert or baking. I did most of the work on that dish, even though I was only seven. It tasted great, except the mushy area on the bottom. I think my dad greased the pan a bit too much.