"Amanda wouldn't hurt a fly"
Amanda is very happy
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***Asian***
Amanda is Asian. She's the compassionate, smart kind of Asian. She's also the badass destroy things kind of Asian. She is the best kind of Asian. She has relatives living over in Taiwan or something, and I have seen her grandmother in a field of purple flowers before. She is really cute and silly, and I would recommend that everyone sees her. Amanda also likes rice and chicken. She is a proud, strong, Asian. She is like an entire field of Asians. However, Amanda is not very good at video games, which means that although she is nice, we are all very, very pissed off.
***Key Club***
In my opinion, Key Club is a very misleading club. There aren't any keys, and there aren't any clubs. There are just a lot of people who hate the wilderness enough to not go to Recycling Club� and Amanda is president. Personally, I see not appeal in helping people. People are destined to fail. The X sperm chromosomes are evolving to become faster and faster until all of a sudden, POOMF. No more men. Amanda spends much time with Clara, the president, in meeting about projects and stuff. They try to work to help the community, but they never really will. Cursed to stay in the borders and boundaries of this club, they will never do anything except waste time, waste energy and waste away. Now I�m not trying to downgrade Key Club as an organization, but it�s history man. The new, rebellious teen badass club is in town... and it RECYCLES!!!
***Tennis***
When I had initially met Amanda, she had not yet given up her tennis career in pursuit or whorish men. Back then, we would often play tennis together with other Asian people, and would laugh quite often. Amanda is a very good tennis player, and she and I had some pretty sweaty and hard matches. She also likes to put tennis balls up her pants (true). And although Amanda is no longer on the Paschal tennis team, she is still a force to be reckoned with and will probably frikin destroy you.
***A Tale of Nothing***
Based on a true story but not at all true
Inspired by: Not having anything to write about
I arrived in my suit and tie at the biggest band dance the world has ever seen, the band dance of 2003. It was a peculiar, extra dark night, like a tsunami was looming over your head, just waiting to crash down on your soul. And inside was no better. The atmosphere was like cobweb, waiting to entrap the excited suckers who walked inside. So I walk in and look around. I am immediately reminded of the famous short story Masquerade of the Red Death, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. I procede to hang out by the bar area, eating highly salted crackers with cream cheese and salsa, and sipping on a few bottles of vodka I had hid deep inside the folds of my tuxedo. Minutes� hours� days� then it hits me. She hits me. Her enticing figure, accented by her angelic smile, and a face you can sware you've seen before, but know that you have not, like you've had a one night stand with her slightly older sister or something. I stumble over to her, my first hand delicately holding a rose, and the other tightly concealed in my pants. "Hello," I say mysteriously "I see that you are Asian." She replies with a thick grunt, like she wants sex, and turns her head. I go in for the second strike. "I like your shoes," I say falsely, hoping she believes me. The same reply follows. Desperate, yet somewhat even more entrigued, I find my final line. "Hi, my name is Smatthew," I say, unleashing my sexiest voice yet. She turns around, and we start making out.
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