This is a video about the friendship of Brooke and Peyton from One Tree Hill. It shows the ups and downs of Breyton.

Author: naleylover143
Keywords: brooke peyton breyton one tree hill
Added: May 22, 2007

Nathan and Haley sticking together

Author: othlov3r23
Keywords: OTH Nathan Haley Naley
Added: May 22, 2007

Contains spoilers for What is and What Should Never Be. I've always loved this song but when I heard it performed by Carrie Underwood on Idol Gives Back, it kind of stuck with me. I really hope you guys like it. Thanks for watching :D Song: I'll Stand By You- Carrie Underwood originally sung by The Pretenders. No copywrite infringement intended. I own nothing :(

Author: mnallison03
Keywords: Jared Padalecki Jensen Ackles Sam Dean Mary Supernatural
Added: May 22, 2007

Lyrics I say come on Can you stand the heat You feel the flames Burning in the streets Get it on - get it on The stars of heaven Will fall today You'll know the devil you know Had his day Hell what a night - get ready Hell what a night - hey Take your pick - get the kick It's gonna be hell tonight Alright A lightning blitz Comes raging down You go running For higher ground Get it on - get it on Hear me tonight Your blood runs cold A killer guitar Screams in your soul Hell what a night - get ready Hell what a night - hey Take your pick - get the kick It's gonna be hell tonight - yeah Get it on - get it on Get it on - get it on It's coming on Hell what a night - get ready Hell what a night - hey Take your pick - get the kick It's gonna be hell tonight Hell what a night - get ready Hell what a night - hey Take your pick - get the kick It's gonna be hell tonight It's gonna be hell tonight

Author: requiembryo
Keywords: accept get ready lyrics
Added: May 22, 2007

written and performed by ken stirling i went to the exhibition and i saw i went to the art exhibition and i saw mugs and magnets calenders and purses books and set menus jewellery box and postcards is this the new meaning of art i went to see picasso and all his work he was dead he wasnt there you know but i saw umbrellas and tshirts bags and storybooks coasters and jigsaw puzzles tea-towels and soap is this the new meaning of art take that clown and put him on a cloud take that cow and cut it in half and put it in some salty kinda fluid or maybe it's formaldehyde i'll take my mother and put her in the hall my father i'll hang him from the wall and my sister you just stand there and don't say a word my brother you look good where you are i'm gonna turn you into a cat and i'm gonna make my lover wear a velvet hat i'm gonna have chocolate dripping from my ass lie under the floor and look at girls pass by is this the new meaning of art take a piece of it home with you have fun with your friends make a list be imaginative just like an artist is this the new meaning of art

Author: KennethStirling
Keywords: music songwriter folk ken kenneth stirling
Added: May 22, 2007

Toilet Justice by Juliet Aucreman I thank Mrs. Wright, my kindergarten teacher, for teaching me to stand in line, a skill I've used ever since, while waiting to use a women's bathroom. But still I suffer the experience. You see, Mrs. Wright neglected to address Restroom-Line Indignation (RLI), the indignation incited in waiting women when they witness men whooshing through men's rooms. Recently, my husband and I drove to Death Valley to see the spring wildflowers. From time to time, my husband sipped water, and now and then he'd pull over, pop out, and leave me to ponder. I drank little, willfully parching myself. For a dame, drinking and driving in lowland Death Valley is dangerous since there's nothing to pop behind. The road stretches straight across the flat, leaving the far hills to loftier duties than hiding busy women. After driving through Death Valley for about two hours, we reached "Badwater", a salty body of water named by a prospector whose mule wouldn't touch the stuff. The National Park Service has furthered the Badwater tradition by providing vaulted toilets. I approached the bathroom lines, women's and men's, which, of course, were lopsided. Without a thought, I pulled in behind a woman, number fifteen in line. Then I peered ahead at the men's line. Total men in line? Three. Suddenly it occurred to me: the men's line was shorter because the men had been going...all along the road. Now we women, who'd had to wait and wait and wait while our partners had pulled over and over and over, and wait and wait and wait for a bend in the road that did not come, and wait and wait and wait for a tree that did not exist, and wait and wait and wait for a bathroom to appear...had finally found a latrine, and where yet again we waited, watching the men whoosh ahead. That's when the RLI struck. "I can't take it anymore," I announced. I walked up to the men's line. In the men's line, last place was fourth place -- which, back in the women's line, was a prestigious position. My comrades crowed in approval. The man just ahead of me, dressed in Harley gear, welcomed me. Then he invited his girlfriend to come on over. Over she came. "This is crazy," I said to the men. "We've waited and waited and waited, and now we have to wait again. You've been peeing all along. You can pee anywhere you like." "Oh yeah?" said Mr. Harley. "There's a fine for peeing anywhere but the latrine. You pay the fine, and I'll be happy to pee most anywhere." The men ahead of him just looked down. Three more women joined my new side. Behind them, a few more Harley men joined us. One said: "If you guys keep coming over here, we'll never get a turn." Saying this, he inspired two more women to cross over. We knew that separate was not equal. Finally my turn came. Before entering the latrine, I sucked in a lungful of Badwater air. My lungful started out bad, and only grew worse as I tried not to suck in another lungful, wondered whether I'd lose my head, wondered why they couldn't build some concrete bushes for women along the way, wondered what horrible person invented latrines, wondered whether I really needed to button up my pants before exiting, and wondered if God could intervene before I finally rushed out, gasping. Dust coated my nostrils. Air seared my lungs. But something wonderful was happening. My fellow linebackers were smiling. Because for the first time in history, a men's line had grown longer than a women's line. I smiled in sweet epiphany. Only thirty years past kindergarten, I'd finally gotten my toilet justice.

Author: JulietAucreman
Keywords: Toilet Justice Bathroom Joke Funny Humor Juliet Aucreman Robby Starbuck Media Blogging Writer Author Comedy
Added: May 22, 2007