mr.crazyhayes

No ignorance or prejudice people

ninja5 — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 23:41:37 +0000

No Ignorance Or Prejudice people!

If I were in charge of the world

I’d cancel murderers,

old-like features such as wrinkley faces

Pain of any sort, and also,

Mentally deficient politicians.

If I were in charge of the world

There’d be Twix bars replacing broccoli,

food that burns calories, and

computer chips in our heads instead of school.

If I were in charge of the world

You wouldn’t have strange global worming weather.

You wouldn’t have ignorance or prejudice people.

You wouldn’t have people richer or less rich than you,

Or “Time For Bed!”

You wouldn’t even have to go to sleep.

If I were in charge of the world

Everyone would get to choose their personal favorite home.

And stupidity would be against the law.

And a person who sometimes forgot to wash their arm pits,

And sometimes forgot to pop their zits,

would still be allowed to be

In charge of the world.

No reason for prop 8

ninja5 — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 05:42:04 +0000

If you voted for prop 8,
you shouldn’t deny that it’s a lye.
It’s not like gay people turn into rapists over night.
It’s just not right!
If that’s what gay people like, then let it be that way.
There’s nothing wrong with liking someone,
but there’s a lot wrong with hate.
Prop 8 is just as bad as racism.
They both have equal hate in them.
I’m not gay,
But I support them in every way
that they should be treated, not defeated.
I don’t know what was going through peoples minds at the time.
Some reject told the whole world to vote for this instead of solving a crime.
Or helping the earth.
Or doing something that atleast takes one percent effort
towards something like haiti
where most people are dying like crazy.
but no, prop 8 is more important than this,
isn’t it?
Why do thing’s like this exist.
It doesn’t take a little kid
to figure out i’m sarcastic.
But it take’s an idiot
to vote for george bush, for prop 8
to almost legalize marajuana in the united states
to me,
that’s not what i call a great place.
but that’s the messed place i live in every day.
And to all the seventy percent people in this world that voted towards gay
being illigal, I have something to say.
I’m going to pull out my A.K.
text while i’m in the car
spill some coffee on me and then sew mc. donalds and get a new credit card.
Because it’s a free world, right.
So you want to fight.
Then tell me why
your deficated mind
voted towards this bs
so many times.
so give me one good reason
towards your thesis!
That’s right you can’t defeat this!
So go home, don’t fight back
the majority loses, the majorities stupid!

My Story i made for emglish

ninja5 — Tue, 18 May 2010 22:51:00 +0000

The Story Of James Jackson

James Jackson was 13 years old when his two lovely parents: Jenny Jordan and henry Jackson, both got divorced for reason’s unexplanable to James. James, also known as Jamie or JJ (short for James Jackson), wasn’t very happy about this situation, and to make matters even worse, he had this horrible step-dad, Ray Stewert, a creepy and mean guy, who always pretended to be so nice in front of his mom, but a rude sickenning frown when she wasn’t around. James didn’t like this doufous, he didn’t like him at all, and neather did his brother, David Jackson. And maybe, neather did anyone else.
James and his brother are really close, and unlike other siblings, they don’t fight that much, which is very strange knowing that most sibblings HATE each other. Sowhen one of the brothers suggested, and I’m not quite sure which one did, that they somehow team together to get rid of creepy step-dad Ray Stewert, the other brother went along with the idea.
“If only we could truely show our mother what an awful man this guy is.” said James,
“Any ideas?” asked David.
“I wish” sighed James.
“Maybe,” said David “awww….. Nevermind! We’re never going to get rid of him. He has too much power over us. I hate him so much!”
“what were you going to say?”
“Oh nothing, it really wasn’t a good idea.”
“David, tell me! At this point, we need all the help we can get!”
“Maybe… We could get a video camera to tape Ray being a jerk.”
“And how do you suppose we’re going to get the money to buy a freaking video camera?”
“I don’t know, dude. Maybe we could work or something.”
“I don’t want to work! If I were to work, I’d work to save up for something cool, like an xbox 360.”
“And you know what’s even cooler than that?”
“What?”
“Ray poobert out the house, so get a job and start workin, lazy bum!”
“your right, that would be heaven, except we wouldn’t be dead, and we wouldn’t be angels flying around in-”
“shut up!” said David, inturrupting whatever he was talking about. It obviously wasn’t important at all.
David was thinking, and after thinking, he thought of making a flyer. The flyer wasn’t all that good, just like the story so far, but it’ll do:
Hi, I’m David.
I need a job. Please call me for a job. Any job will do. I’m a nice kid, and I work.
Please call this number right here if you need someone to do something. Thank you: 1-108-283-9867
As stupid as his flyer was, he got one phone called. he picked up the phone and said, “hi,”
A guy with a strange high pitch voice answered and said, “Hey, are you David?
“Maybe… Who are you? And how do you know my name?” answered David.
“I’m Jerold, Jerold washington. And I picked up one of your flyers and thought I could give you a job.”
“Sweet! I got a job! Thank you, Jared.”
“It’s Jarold, not Jared.”
“Sorry mr. Washerman! But what’s the job?”
“I could use some help watering my garden, and please young boy, my name isn’t mr. Waherman! It’s Jarold!
“George Washington! I always wanted to meet you!”
“That’s NOT my name!”
“But can I call you that?”
“yeah, sure why not” He said, with the biggest sigh known to man kind afterwords.
They talked forever until they worked out a deal for him to have a job. Jarold said he can water his plants, mowe his lawn, and cut down his weeds every Tesdays and Fridays. After that, David got two more calls that day, and now he’s working every day of the week except sunday.
James did the same thing as David, and got a couple of jobs too. One of the jobs was to fix something that had to do with electrical stuff, which takes some skills. James was a lot smarter than David, obviously.
They both started working the next day. David was actually, for a dumby, doing pretty well, and ofcourse James was doing good. James got twenty bucks that day. David got ten bucks.
When David went to work the next day, he asked the guy, “Hey dude, I need some more money. Your paying me minimum wage!”
“What do you mean? I’m paying a lot of money! How much do you want?” asked Jarold.
“I need a lot of money!”
“What for?”
“A video camera!”
“A video camera? Is this why you have a job? For a video camera? I can lend you one.”
“Can I keep it.”
“no”
“darnet! Well when can I use it?”
“Here you go.” Jarold hands David the camera, “But if anything hapenens to it, you’ll be sorry!”
David goes home and brags to James and says “Hey dude, I bought an awesome camera with the money I earned.”
“No way!” James looks at it and sees something that says ‘property of Jarold Washington’ and says “David, you’re stupid! Did you steel this?”
“No! I bought it with my own money….. Ok fine, I borrowed it from someone, but whatever.”
“ok”
Finally, they have a video camera!
One day, when their mom was off from work, they sat the camera in a view that made it so you can see Ray, the step-dad from hell. When Ray got home that day, he had a big package in his hand. It was wrapped up beautifully with a big bow on it.
“James, David, I got something for you!” said Ray, “Well go on boys, open it up.” It was such a large box, the boys couldn’t imagine what was inside. When the boys opened up the box, they saw an xbox 360. Hey, the step-father from hell an’t that bad after all!
“come on boys, I even have a game to go with it! You know Modern Warfare?”
“WOW!” said the boys.

I’m on youtube!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ninja5 — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:57:33 +0000

I got embarrassed! big time!

ninja5 — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 17:10:05 +0000

This happened…. last week. I was walking with my friend down town, and we went to a book store. My friend wanted to play a prank on me and I didn’t know he wanted to. He told me to ask the workers at the book store what the Kama sutra is!! I didn’t know what that was, so, as stupid as I am, he tricked me into asking the people there what it was. I asked him to do it, but he lied and said he asked already and he wanted me to ask. He tricked me into saying it was a funny book. I went up, and someone at the register said, “I can help you over here”. It turns out, that person was a girl, which is just EMBARRASSING! I asked her what it was and she looked it up. By the way she looked at the screen on her computer, I knew I was screwed. She said, “sorry, I can’t sell that to you. You have to be 18 or older.” when I heard that, I found my friend watching me hysterically laughing his ass off. I asked him what the “Kama sutra” really was and THEN he told me what it was. It was a book about sex positions and stuff like that!!!! And that place was the only book store in town, so if i need a book, I’m screwed so far up my ass! One day, I’m going to prank my friend so badly, but it won’t be today. We shall see when that happens…

I’m the only person home!!!!

ninja5 — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 17:38:34 +0000

Since I have some free time on my hands, and I’m the only person in the house, I was thinking, other than playing video games or calling a friend, that I should write a post on my website. I have been noticing lately that practically no one goes on my website anymore. And that’s because I have been very busy lately doing chores, doing homework, having sleep overs, playing some new video games, and all that jazz. I’d like to give a quick ‘thank’s’ to the ONE person that went on my website this week. And I’d like to give a quick ‘I’m an asshole for not writing anything for a while’ to you guys too.

So, now since I’ve told you guys what has been going on these past few busy week’s, I suppose you people want to read a… story. Well, here it goes:

When I went to my last school, let’s just say it wasn’t the best welcoming place to go. It was 4th grade when I joined this school, and I was a new kid. I don’t like being a ‘new kid’. I think that being a new kid suck’s the life out of a shit. Back to the point: When I went to this school, I felt left out, because, well, I was the new kid. I met this one person who creeped the fucking shit out of me. And guess what, I had to sit next to that mother fucker. I’d rather eat goat shit! His face on him was THE most serious looking face in the world of scary faces, and whenever I took a breath to introduced myself, I just couldn’t do it. When I went outside for recess, this weirdo scary face man was like, the silliest person I’ve ever seen. And to this day, he’s still like that. I moved from that school in and went to a junior high. I’m glad I made that choice. There were also some other people who were ‘trying’ to be cool. Like this one kid, who right now, I hang out with a lot, but back then, I didn’t like him. One time I got a scab over my lip, and he kept calling it a bugger. I didn’t think it was funny. I kind of got pissed off. Now you know how it’s like being the new kid. It’s not that fun. I didn’t even give you full detail about it either.

I haven’t posted in forever

ninja5 — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 00:34:04 +0000

I know, I know, I KNOW! I haven’t posted in like, months. I’ve been so tired and have been having too much homework, and have been having to much time doing stuff with friends and doing stuff with math. When I mean doing stuff with friends, that means (in my words) having a good time, not having the fun you think I’m talking about, but I’m not, because that’s gay, but the fun you have when your spending time with friends. but when I say “doing stuff with math”, I’m not having a good time. NO, NOT AT ALL! I hate math! Math is half of my day! That means, I sit home half of my day, screwing math in the ass! It suck’s more than ass! Right now, I kind of have to go do some math homework, (DAMNET!) so I have to go right now. I just wanted to tell everyone I’m sorry for not making a post in a WHILE.

FaceBook

ninja5 — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 23:30:36 +0000

I specifically came here today to talk to you about something gay. It’s about Facebook (no shit!). As much as you won’t believe me, my Facebook account got hacked. Let me tell you, it was my ass glued to fire and my dick clued to lava! I’m not fucking joking! It was horrible! Before I get to details about what he said and did on my account, I’d like to say that this douche bag was a friend of mine. I really good friend of mine. And sence I’m really nice and I can forgive people, this douche bag is STILL my friend.

The douche bag I’m talking about is Zac Copper. He found a website (I don’t know which one) that let’s you hack onto fucking ANYTHIING! Facebook, MySpace, you name it. Probably one day he’ll find a way to hack into this account on WordPress. I sware, if he does that, I’ll shit in his god for sacking piece of shit mouth. Anyways, this hacking program that he bought costs $10.00 and it probably took him a couple of hours to find that program. So, it turns out, he did all that bullshit just to piss me off. WHO THE FUCK WOULD WASTE SO MUCH TIME TO DO THIS? Zac Copper. WHO THE FUCK WOULD WASTE A GOOD $10.00 ON SOMETHING JUST TO PISS SOMEONE OFF? Zac Copper. WHO’S AN ASSHOLE? Zac Copper. ZAC COPPER. ZAC COPPER. ZAC COPPER!!!!!!

I haven’t even said what he did, and I’m already pissed off! This is what his fucked up brain did: He went on chat and asked a girl out, told another girl she was sexy, said some shit to some other douch bags. And the thing that made me shit my pants was that he wrote on my wall, and everyone thought I was an asshole. He said stuff like, ” I’m an ass. Jack is soooooo hot,” and other stuff like that. One thing that makes me pissed about that is that my whole family and friends can see what I post. He also changed my profile picture to a picture of me looking retarded. He deleted 40 of my friends, etc… I am so pissed off at him. It’s not cool to delete friends or say rude stuff to people. The fact that he knows how to do all that, makes me automatically diarrhea my pants. Even when you mention his name, it happens! It’s just a natural instinct that happens. But the war wasn’t over yet…

What I did, to get him back was chat with people on his account. Somehow, I managed to look over his shoulder when he was typing in his password. I chatted with people saying stuff that was just fucking retarded and I added 70 friends on his account that don’t know who the hell they are. But then he got me back, so then I killed myself. So from now on, I’m going to find a way to stick a needle right back in his ass and tell him to fuck off. But for now, I have to do homework and make my bed. But trust me, I’ll shove his face up his ass and his dick in his brain when I…… nevermind, I’ll never be able to do that besides in a REALLY good dream.

Today sucked! That’s all I have to say!

ninja5 — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 05:41:22 +0000

This morning I woke up to the sound of my mom freaking out because we woke up too late. I got pretty pissed off too, becuase I knew that I had to get ready really fast which means: eat breakfast, brush my teeth, finish some homework, go to the bathroom, take a shower, etc… It’s not easy, trust me. And I had so much stuff to keep track of! Before I got in the car to go to school I told my mom to get my instrument. She forgot to get it, do I was fucked. My band teacher only let’s you bring your instrument and music folder in during the morning. Since I forgot to do that, I litterally shat my pant’s. During lunch, my mom came to drop off the instrument for me to give it to Mr. K, my band teacher. I knocked on the music door, and he didn’t answer so my mom came back later. Then, I said, “Mr. K, I need to bring my instrument in.”And guess what? He didn’t even fucking hear me. He just walked right away like I was a ghost. A fucking ghost of retard past! Right when the bell rang and all our asses rushed into the band room, I managed to sneek my instrument into the band room. And then, it turns out we didn’t even use our instruments. Instead we had to do this test thing about what your job’s going to be. I don’t know what it was. I wasn’t listining to what they had to say. I was too busy causing yet another shit stain in my paint’s because I was so fucking pissed. After all that bullshit, I found out that it was someone’s birthday. He brought doghnut’s for the class, and they tasted awesome! And then after that, I found out that jazz band was cancelled for the day, so I shat my pants again. And then after fucking that, I found out that it was someone elses birthday, and I shat my pants. After all of that, I found out that I was wairing my brother’s pants……. and then shat in them again. I just figured out that the word “shat” is a plural way of saying the word “shit”. So, it’s my new favorite word now. That’s why I wrote it so many times.

I didn’t post last weekend. sorry.

ninja5 — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:44:11 +0000

Right now, I’m really fucking sorry. I forgot to post last weekend, as you can see, because that’s the name of this post. I’m not trying to tell you that that’s the name of the post like you’re a retard or something, because it’s pretty obvious that it’s written right above. To make it up to you guy’s, I’m writing a little something on a school night even though my mom hates it when I do that. Nevermind, I’ll shut up about that and talk about what I should’ve talked about last weekend, but if it weren’t for me being a lazy asshole, this probably wouldn’t happen. Sorry, I was too busy smashing some gross ass brocoli into my brother’s mouth while hanging his dick from the empire state building. As awesome as that sound’s, I’m kidding. I would never do that, and I would never forget to post, but I was being an asshole.

Anyfuckingwho, (I made that word up, by the way) what I really did last weekend was work on making some short films, I guess you could say, because my friend just got a fucking video camera! And you know what would be cool??? If I could start making some short movies instead of writing some shit on my website until I get Carpal tunnel. My mom think’s I have Carpal tunnel, but I think she’s just loosing her fucking mind! That would be so cool if me and my friend posted some stupid crap on my website, YouTube, or some sort of website that are video’s instead of me writing. Because it seems that I haven’t been getting that many views on my website. I don’t know if it’s because I suck at writing, if most people hate reading, if I have bad grammar, etc….. Please leave me some sort of feedback telling me advice about my website.