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The Story Of: Saturday Night Fever 3/5

The cast and crew talk about their past experience while filming the movie “Saturday Night Fever”.

50 Cent: Blood on the Sand – Story and Design Feature HD | Xbox 360 & PS3 HD Game Trailers

A behind the scenes look at 50 Cent’s new action-packed adventure developed by Swordfish Studios. Set for release on both Xbox 360 and PlayStaton 3. HD Link: uk.youtube.com www.detentiontime.net 50 cent blood on the sand trailer xbox 360 ps3 playstation hd thq swordfish shooter

Holdin’ On: A Nick Jonas Story Chapter 3

Last post of this story for today! Comment? ily. Who can guess the song in the video? Name and who it’s by! —————————————————– I smiled and signed the piece of paper she pushed over to me with a Sharpe (being Nick Jonas I sort of always had one on me). I slid it over the counter back to her. “Here you go.” “Ah!” She screeched, “thank you SO much!! I love you!” I smiled and opened my mouth to reply but instead, when I felt some hot breath on my neck, shut it and swallowed. “Maybe I would like an autograph, too.” I turned around nervously. “Sure, thing.” I said to one of those guys that had come in before. I took a step back and looked over his shoulder. The other guy was looking out the glass door. It was really … freaky. I grabbed for the paper that I had used before and signed my signature again. My hand was slightly shaking and it took everything for me not to drop the freakin’ pen. I felt Ellie’s warm hand in my left one and glanced at her quickly. She was watching the other man intensely. Her blue eyes widened so I turned and also looked at the guy. He had locked the door. Oh, God. “Nervous, Kid-O?” My eyes shot to the first guy standing next to me. I shook my head but he just laughed. “Yo, Chris. This famous kid is freaking out.” The other guy, Chris, laughed and walked toward us. “Is he now? Well, I bet if we took his little girlie then he’d be freakin’ out even more.” Ellie squeezed my hand tighter and I pushed her behind me …

Is John Travolta gay, bi or the story just a lie?

In 1990, the National Enquirer ran a cover story based on porn star Paul Barresi’s claim that he’d had a two-year love affair with John Travolta. He told the tabloid he’d met Travolta in 1982 when the actor followed him into the shower room of a Los Angeles health club. They later had sex “dozens of times,” Barresi said. Barresi was also in the movie “Perfect”, which starred Travolta and Jamie Lee Curtis. He later took a lie detector test about his affair and PASSED!

This story resurfaced recently and I was like OMG!

What do you think So far of my Story?

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. It was defacing something, and I knew that wasn’t the best, but I couldn’t stop.

I continued to pick at the eraser of m my pencil. My nails eating away at the rubber. It was almost gone, and the eraser couldn’t do anything to stop it’s fate. My test paper was still blank. Everyone else in the classroom had left; I was the only one who hadn’t completed the final algebra exam. I did hear the teacher’s voice, but it didn’t exactly permeate into my head I guess. I turned the pencil around and around in my hand. I heard a annoying buzz from the front of the room.
“Paige, the time is up, the test is over. You have to go to your next class now.” I stared at my desk. I didn’t want to look into the beady mole eyes of Mrs. Dart. I also did NOT want to go out into the congested halls and get swallowed. On the other hand, It did mean I could leave and get away from Mrs. Dart’s lazy eye and hate-filled glare. She would like it if I were perfect, Like Melissa Abigail Brenner: 9th grade President, and teenage boy wet dream target. All the boys drool over her when she walks by as if she was carrying a platter of bacon along with her. She is practically the school royalty, and if she stepped in dog doo, All the guys would line up in honor of licking her feet clean. Not that any dog would dare doo in her path.
Mrs. Dart LOVED Melissa Brenner. She turned in her papers in on time and all the right bubbles were filled in on her tests. She had a perfectly placed french braid and a group of wannabe Melissa’s. But here’s the clincher, the real nail-biter, the jaw-dropper: She’s nice. Sweet as pie. Perfect.

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I filed out into the crowed hall and swam along with it to the cafeteria. I sat down with my friends. I couldn’t exactly call them that though. They didn’t really talk much, like me. Well, to me anyway. I held my orange tightly in my hands and noticed my purple nail polish was wearing off in flakes. I’d have to redo them again to cover the blueish tint that was emerging. I let my eyes swim over to the center table; Where Melissa and her friends sat. I wondered if I would ever sit there in my life.
“Paige?” I looked back over to my own table. At Emma, to be exact.
“Yeah?” I squeaked.
‘Do you want my yogurt?” She offered the plastic container. I was hungry, I truly was. But I shook my head.
“No, Thanks though.” Emma just smiled, but not a genuine smile. A pity smile. Then, we heard Andi go off. She had her iPod on full blast and we could hear “Baby” by Justin Bieber blaring, erupting her eardrums.
“BABY BABY BABY NOooooOOO!!!!” She screamed, and everyone stared at her as she sprayed applesauce everywhere. I giggled. Andi was probably more enthusiastic for the both of us and then some.

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I opened the chipped wood gate to my house, which reminded me of my nails, and that I needed a manicure badly. Inside, I found my mother lying on the couch, she wasn’t doing good these days. The stupid Doctor with his stupid coat whiter than paper had told me she would die soon. Die. Be gone. Croak leave earth, Pass on, whatever the hell you want to call it. But I didn’t believe him. Not for one minute. She had Melanoma, a putrid kind of Cancer that ate away at her heart and whatever else she needed. I proceeded to go into the kitchen. I crushed five different kind of pills and put them in a bowl of Ice cream.
“Mom?” Her eyes fluttered open and a smile was on her face.
“Thank you Sweetie.” I smiled a pity smile and sprinted up the stairs. I slammed the door of my room: http://www.homelegancefurnitureonline.com/images/1386-Daybed-Complete.jpg… shut and flipped on the light. I took my pillow and bit into it. I screamed. But no one could hear it. I crawled across the floor and looked into the tall mirror on the back of my door. I started with the feet. They were the least repulsive. They were white and clean. I went higher to my legs. They were thick and wobbly, Not like Melissa’s; her were thin, tan and muscular, the kind that flex instead of jiggle; I bet they don’t rub together when she walks.
I looked at my stomach. There was a small roll over the top of my jeans. It was gross. I went up more, to my breasts, which baffled me because since I’m fat, I would asume that my boobs would be somewhat bigger, but they weren’t. I look like a boy; short hair, flat chest and dirty fingernails.
I was done. I proceeded to my closet and flung open the door. I stood on my tip-toes and withdrew the sho

A fishy story

A fishy story
Go fish, go figure. Years ago, the fish story was a simple one: Eat more fish for your brain and heart health. Today’s fish story is swimming in murky waters, and the responsibility of how to choose fish is so enormous that I fear it may turn us all into carnivores.[...]

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What are your opinions on this news story: John Travolta sends rescue mission to Haiti?

How did you react to this news event?

Personally, I asked myself the following question:

Is the Church of Scientology’s impending blackmail of Travolta’s sex and drug abuse history enough to prey on the poor folks in Haiti?

http://blog.zap2it.com/thedishrag/2010/01/john-travolta-flies-scientologist-ministers-medics-to-haiti-quake-victims.html