this thing is fucked, forget it... myspace sux!!!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p95zWsAmTyw

Watch it and weep, it's simple:

She died

rigos mortis set in

17 1/2 hours passed

then... she reanimated.

http://cosmos. bcst. yahoo. com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=7932226&ch=4226713&src=ne
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She died, stayed dead for 17 1/2 hours, rigor mortis set in...

then she got up!

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=7932226&ch=4226713&src=news

So me & my boy are like, you feel like drinking, let's get zooted. So we take the bus up the street as far as it goes and have to walk the rest of the way. As we're passing this one store on foot, this car drives past us throwing up some gang sign. We ignore it, but while we pass this parking lot, the same dudes get out the car with their shirts off and start yelling at us. They're like, yo, you got beef with my boy whoever. I'm like dude, we don't even live around here, we don't know your boy. My boy is like, do you know these dudes. So then, being 33 years old, I take the mature route, i'm like, let's cross the street and ignore them. So we're on the otherside of the street walking, ignoring them and another 2 dudes come popping out the car, one dude is yelling at is boy. So whilethese guys are running in & out the street i'm like, yo, your oy's calling you. Because i'm hiking that the dude is telling them, yo, no, these aint the dudes. ut no, he's telling them that, yep, these are the dudes. So we continue to walk and these dudes are following us in their car. Let me explain, along this walking route, there's 2 stretches of rode that there's no houses or stores on eiher side of the rode, where, if you were so inclined, could do whatever you wanted to somebody and there'd be no witnesses. Along the 1st stretch, they pulled up on us several times, but that stretch of rode had a little traffic due to the fact we just passed the store, the next stretch of rode was one with complex entrances along it, the next rode was the long deserted one. So they keep pulling over and popping out, so i'm like we ota handle this before we hit that stretch of rode, because I do't feel like getting jumped and let's face it, i'm an oldman, nobodies gonna be running, my running days died out a long time ago. So these dudes pop out the ride and they're yelling more at my boy than at me, so he's like, you know theyre not gonna let us get this one on one. I' like I know, but what he didn't know is that I carry a knife. I pull my blade and hold it behind my leg, the 1st guy, all muscle and attatude rcomes 1st, he squares off on my boy ut my boy urned his back on himand tries to walk away, so I step between them with my blade. So now these dude are like, oh what you gotta pull a knife for, like the 4 of them and the 2 of us aren't explaination enuff. o this dude is like you don't want me to go get the heat and ries to act like he's gonna get something out of his car. I old back he chuckle. So now they're afraid to approach and I'm tired of walking, I DO NOT want these dudes following us when he hit that 2nd stretch of desserted road. This is going down here and now...

If you wanna here what happened next, call me, you still have my number. I'm tired of typing and you're tired of reading.