One day timothy pierson Wise was sitting on his couch
>and he was watching tv. He suddenly had this odd
>feeling that something was well, odd. He went into the
>kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of
>course. He went to his bedroom and he didnt find
>donnies big lazy butt half hanging off of it. He went
>into his sisters room and found no hannah listening to
>christian music and then he went into his parents room
>and didnt see them in there. So he went out back to
>find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied
>to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special
>news program flashed. The announcer looked directly
>into the camera as she told the viewers what was going
>on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a Timothy
>Wise he seems to be missing for a week now. His family
>of Four are worried sick about him, They are sitting
>home now just waiting and praying for answers as to
>were he is. They cant understand why anyone would want
>to kidnap a child like that, they thought maybe donnie
>but not timothy." The tv showed a picture of tim in
>his baseball uniform flicking off the camera and
>smoking a cigarette. "If u have any info please call
>us and let us know." Timothy turned off the tv and let
>everything sink in. "Goodness how did they get that
>picture i never did that??" He looked around at his
>surroundings and realized that he indeed wasn't home.
>HE was in a completely diffrent place. Suddenly a
>black family walked in carrying lugages. The man
>looked at him and whipped out his gun. "Nigga get
>outta my house son!!" He busted a cap but it missed
>him and tim jumped out the window to find that he
>landed in his yard. Come to find out he was in his
>neighbors house which was empty because they were on
>vacation.
>
>Timothy jumped up and ran as fast as he could into his
>house to hide under his futon. All of a sudden, he
>heard his back door being kicked in, it was his angry
>neighbor. Timothy began to cry like a little girl, and
>urinated in his pants. He then let out a high-pitched
>squeal, which led the man right to him. The big buff
>neighbor, Bo, yanked frail little Timmy out from under
>his futon. He held him up in the air by his neck. He
>yelled at Tim, and told him to, "Quit screamin like a
>hoe!" As Timothy wailed and cried, Bo proceeded to
>slap him around like he was his hoe. Timothy then
>crapped in his tight, baseball uniform pants. Bo was
>disgusted and puked in Timothy's face, and threw him
>onto his futon. Bo left. Timothy laid there, on his
>futon whimpering. Poor little Timothy, covered in
>urine, crap, and puke. As he laid there, feeling
>alone and helpless, and smelling quite stank...he
>heard a faint noise. As the noise grew louder, he
>noticed it was coming from the radio. Just when all
>hope was lost, it was a song by his favorite rapper-
>Ja Rule. (Ja Rule is his favorite because he's so
>short, yet has such a deep voice.) As he was thinking
>about the endlessness of Ja Rule's coolness, he
>thought, "maybe one day, i'll have a deep voice too,
>and i can be half as cool as Ja!" Suddenly, a huge
>smile broke out on Tim's face as he tried to make the
>Murder, Inc. symbol with his bony little fingers. Just
>when things were looking up for Timothy, his hopes and
>dreams were shattered when.....
>
Ja Rule came rolling down the street in his tight ride blasting his new song he wrote because he heard about tim. It went "Yo Yo look at him u see he makes my life grim me and J lo gots to lay low when he be coming around the corner. he is good for no more than a little chump to give me a dollar. look out here comes the chump. he walks down the streets screemaing " I wanna be like JAAAA!! he looks like poop and smeels like it too." Tim listend to the whole song and ran to the door with his body fluid stained clothes dripping the stuff all over that big piano which made the piano freak out and break and fall on him making a huge crackling sound. Tim reached over as far as he could and opended the door and watched as Ja Rule rode bye and flipped him off. Tim fell asleep crying. Soon he opended his eyes and came face to face with
the horrible reality of the stank of his rankness. He goes to take a shower and is once again so fresh and so clean clean. He decides its been a long depressing day and decides tomorrow has to be better and goes to sleep. He has pleasant dreams of becoming taller and developing a deep masculine voice. His slumber comes to and abrupt end when he feels something tap his head. He slowly opens his eyes only to find a double barrel shot gun aimed at his face. Timothy becomes overwhelmed with feelings of terror and the massive aroma of sour dung filled the air. The beholder of the double barrel was none other than Nas. He started spitting a lyrical flow that went like this, " yo i got the double barrel aimed at your head but dont worry i'll make sure u dont end up dead cuz i aint got time to spend in jail or burnin in hell over a chump like you i chew u up like food and spit u out i wont give u time to scream or shout while i be hittin u in yo mouth cuz u from down south u dream of bein tall but u really small if u talk junk i'll hit u in yo jaw yo your voice is whiney cuz your so tiny yo whats that smell comin from your hiney? Yo i cant take it no more so im bout to be out the door.PEACE." Then timothy is left once again to smell his own crap. He decides to seek guidance from.........
[>
Re: The saga continues some more -- daniel, 23:15:55 07/31/02 Wed
>One day timothy pierson Wise was sitting on his couch
>>and he was watching tv. He suddenly had this odd
>>feeling that something was well, odd. He went into the
>>kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of
>>course. He went to his bedroom and he didnt find
>>donnies big lazy butt half hanging off of it. He went
>>into his sisters room and found no hannah listening to
>>christian music and then he went into his parents room
>>and didnt see them in there. So he went out back to
>>find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied
>>to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special
>>news program flashed. The announcer looked directly
>>into the camera as she told the viewers what was going
>>on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a Timothy
>>Wise he seems to be missing for a week now. His family
>>of Four are worried sick about him, They are sitting
>>home now just waiting and praying for answers as to
>>were he is. They cant understand why anyone would want
>>to kidnap a child like that, they thought maybe donnie
>>but not timothy." The tv showed a picture of tim in
>>his baseball uniform flicking off the camera and
>>smoking a cigarette. "If u have any info please call
>>us and let us know." Timothy turned off the tv and let
>>everything sink in. "Goodness how did they get that
>>picture i never did that??" He looked around at his
>>surroundings and realized that he indeed wasn't home.
>>HE was in a completely diffrent place. Suddenly a
>>black family walked in carrying lugages. The man
>>looked at him and whipped out his gun. "Nigga get
>>outta my house son!!" He busted a cap but it missed
>>him and tim jumped out the window to find that he
>>landed in his yard. Come to find out he was in his
>>neighbors house which was empty because they were on
>>vacation.
>>
>>Timothy jumped up and ran as fast as he could into his
>>house to hide under his futon. All of a sudden, he
>>heard his back door being kicked in, it was his angry
>>neighbor. Timothy began to cry like a little girl, and
>>urinated in his pants. He then let out a high-pitched
>>squeal, which led the man right to him. The big buff
>>neighbor, Bo, yanked frail little Timmy out from under
>>his futon. He held him up in the air by his neck. He
>>yelled at Tim, and told him to, "Quit screamin like a
>>hoe!" As Timothy wailed and cried, Bo proceeded to
>>slap him around like he was his hoe. Timothy then
>>crapped in his tight, baseball uniform pants. Bo was
>>disgusted and puked in Timothy's face, and threw him
>>onto his futon. Bo left. Timothy laid there, on his
>>futon whimpering. Poor little Timothy, covered in
>>urine, crap, and puke. As he laid there, feeling
>>alone and helpless, and smelling quite stank...he
>>heard a faint noise. As the noise grew louder, he
>>noticed it was coming from the radio. Just when all
>>hope was lost, it was a song by his favorite rapper-
>>Ja Rule. (Ja Rule is his favorite because he's so
>>short, yet has such a deep voice.) As he was thinking
>>about the endlessness of Ja Rule's coolness, he
>>thought, "maybe one day, i'll have a deep voice too,
>>and i can be half as cool as Ja!" Suddenly, a huge
>>smile broke out on Tim's face as he tried to make the
>>Murder, Inc. symbol with his bony little fingers. Just
>>when things were looking up for Timothy, his hopes and
>>dreams were shattered when.....
>>
>Ja Rule came rolling down the street in his tight ride
>blasting his new song he wrote because he heard about
>tim. It went "Yo Yo look at him u see he makes my life
>grim me and J lo gots to lay low when he be coming
>around the corner. he is good for no more than a
>little chump to give me a dollar. look out here comes
>the chump. he walks down the streets screemaing " I
>wanna be like JAAAA!! he looks like poop and smeels
>like it too." Tim listend to the whole song and ran to
>the door with his body fluid stained clothes dripping
>the stuff all over that big piano which made the piano
>freak out and break and fall on him making a huge
>crackling sound. Tim reached over as far as he could
>and opended the door and watched as Ja Rule rode bye
>and flipped him off. Tim fell asleep crying. Soon he
>opended his eyes and came face to face with
>
> the horrible reality of the stank of his rankness. He
>goes to take a shower and is once again so fresh and
>so clean clean. He decides its been a long depressing
>day and decides tomorrow has to be better and goes to
>sleep. He has pleasant dreams of becoming taller and
>developing a deep masculine voice. His slumber comes
>to and abrupt end when he feels something tap his
>head. He slowly opens his eyes only to find a double
>barrel shot gun aimed at his face. Timothy becomes
>overwhelmed with feelings of terror and the massive
>aroma of sour dung filled the air. The beholder of the
>double barrel was none other than Nas. He started
>spitting a lyrical flow that went like this, " yo i
>got the double barrel aimed at your head but dont
>worry i'll make sure u dont end up dead cuz i aint got
>time to spend in jail or burnin in hell over a chump
>like you i chew u up like food and spit u out i wont
>give u time to scream or shout while i be hittin u in
>yo mouth cuz u from down south u dream of bein tall
>but u really small if u talk junk i'll hit u in yo jaw
>yo your voice is whiney cuz your so tiny yo whats that
>smell comin from your hiney? Yo i cant take it no more
>so im bout to be out the door.PEACE." Then timothy is
>left once again to smell his own crap. He decides to
>seek guidance from.........
>
>now u finish....
oh my gosh it was it was....jessica reuther!?!?!?!? ahhhh
tim jumped up and sreamed "wha wha wha" he couldt even finish a word this was terrible.terrible.tim had no other choice but to throw poop at her.yes throw poop at her. so he scraped his head and chucked "dodo" at this horrible beast he hit her in the eye she screamed "uuuhhhhhhhh" and ran out the door. so tim went out and searched for some masculinity for tim this was of course very very hard to find.he ran into some very strange people on the way. still very stinky and crusty he decided to go to the mall where his favorite rapper was supposed to be signing autographs he thought hard and said i bet p diddy could give me some real good advice.... well at least he hoped. still tim travelled block by unending block full of gs and homies who shot at stinky lil boyz. he finally reached the mall when he farted rally hard and it was wet and it hurt him to the extreme it popped a hole the size of tims oh wait thatz small... oh well any way tim was really excited to see p diddy pole dancing so he gave him some poop and p diddy gave him......
One day timothy pierson Wise was sitting on his couch and he was watching tv. He suddenly had this odd feeling that something was well, odd. He went into the kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of course. He went to his bedroom and he didnt find donnies big lazy butt half hanging off of it. He went into his sisters room and found no hannah listening to christian music and then he went into his parents room and didnt see them in there. So he went out back to find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special news program flashed. The announcer looked directly into the camera as she told the viewers what was going on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a Timothy Wise he seems to be missing for a week now. His family of Four are worried sick about him, They are sitting home now just waiting and praying for answers as to were he is. They cant understand why anyone would want to kidnap a child like that, they thought maybe donnie but not timothy." The tv showed a picture of tim in his baseball uniform flicking off the camera and smoking a cigarette. "If u have any info please call us and let us know." Timothy turned off the tv and let everything sink in. "Goodness how did they get that picture i never did that??" He looked around at his surroundings and realized that he indeed wasn't home. HE was in a completely diffrent place. Suddenly a black family walked in carrying lugages. The man looked at him and whipped out his gun. "Nigga get outta my house son!!" He busted a cap but it missed him and tim jumped out the window to find that he landed in his yard. Come to find out he was in his neighbors house which was empty because they were on vacation.
Timothy jumped up and ran as fast as he could into his house to hide under his futon. All of a sudden, he heard his back door being kicked in, it was his angry neighbor. Timothy began to cry like a little girl, and urinated in his pants. He then let out a high-pitched squeal, which led the man right to him. The big buff neighbor, Bo, yanked frail little Timmy out from under his futon. He held him up in the air by his neck. He yelled at Tim, and told him to, "Quit screamin like a hoe!" As Timothy wailed and cried, Bo proceeded to slap him around like he was his hoe. Timothy then crapped in his tight, baseball uniform pants. Bo was disgusted and puked in Timothy's face, and threw him onto his futon. Bo left. Timothy laid there, on his futon whimpering. Poor little Timothy, covered in urine, crap, and puke. As he laid there, feeling alone and helpless, and smelling quite stank...he heard a faint noise. As the noise grew louder, he noticed it was coming from the radio. Just when all hope was lost, it was a song by his favorite rapper- Ja Rule. (Ja Rule is his favorite because he's so short, yet has such a deep voice.) As he was thinking about the endlessness of Ja Rule's coolness, he thought, "maybe one day, i'll have a deep voice too, and i can be half as cool as Ja!" Suddenly, a huge smile broke out on Tim's face as he tried to make the Murder, Inc. symbol with his bony little fingers. Just when things were looking up for Timothy, his hopes and dreams were shattered when.....
>Josh and I added a lil bit more....
>
>One day timothy pierson Wise was sitting on his couch
>and he was watching tv. He suddenly had this odd
>feeling that something was well, odd. He went into the
>kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of
>course. He went to his bedroom and he didnt find
>donnies big lazy butt half hanging off of it. He went
>into his sisters room and found no hannah listening to
>christian music and then he went into his parents room
>and didnt see them in there. So he went out back to
>find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied
>to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special
>news program flashed. The announcer looked directly
>into the camera as she told the viewers what was going
>on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a Timothy
>Wise he seems to be missing for a week now. His family
>of Four are worried sick about him, They are sitting
>home now just waiting and praying for answers as to
>were he is. They cant understand why anyone would want
>to kidnap a child like that, they thought maybe donnie
>but not timothy." The tv showed a picture of tim in
>his baseball uniform flicking off the camera and
>smoking a cigarette. "If u have any info please call
>us and let us know." Timothy turned off the tv and let
>everything sink in. "Goodness how did they get that
>picture i never did that??" He looked around at his
>surroundings and realized that he indeed wasn't home.
>HE was in a completely diffrent place. Suddenly a
>black family walked in carrying lugages. The man
>looked at him and whipped out his gun. "Nigga get
>outta my house son!!" He busted a cap but it missed
>him and tim jumped out the window to find that he
>landed in his yard. Come to find out he was in his
>neighbors house which was empty because they were on
>vacation.
>
>Timothy jumped up and ran as fast as he could into his
>house to hide under his futon. All of a sudden, he
>heard his back door being kicked in, it was his angry
>neighbor. Timothy began to cry like a little girl, and
>urinated in his pants. He then let out a high-pitched
>squeal, which led the man right to him. The big buff
>neighbor, Bo, yanked frail little Timmy out from under
>his futon. He held him up in the air by his neck. He
>yelled at Tim, and told him to, "Quit screamin like a
>hoe!" As Timothy wailed and cried, Bo proceeded to
>slap him around like he was his hoe. Timothy then
>crapped in his tight, baseball uniform pants. Bo was
>disgusted and puked in Timothy's face, and threw him
>onto his futon. Bo left. Timothy laid there, on his
>futon whimpering. Poor little Timothy, covered in
>urine, crap, and puke. As he laid there, feeling
>alone and helpless, and smelling quite stank...he
>heard a faint noise. As the noise grew louder, he
>noticed it was coming from the radio. Just when all
>hope was lost, it was a song by his favorite rapper-
>Ja Rule. (Ja Rule is his favorite because he's so
>short, yet has such a deep voice.) As he was thinking
>about the endlessness of Ja Rule's coolness, he
>thought, "maybe one day, i'll have a deep voice too,
>and i can be half as cool as Ja!" Suddenly, a huge
>smile broke out on Tim's face as he tried to make the
>Murder, Inc. symbol with his bony little fingers. Just
>when things were looking up for Timothy, his hopes and
>dreams were shattered when.....
>
Ja Rule came rolling down the street in his tight ride blasting his new song he wrote because he heard about tim. It went "Yo Yo look at him u see he makes my life grim me and J lo gots to lay low when he be coming around the corner. he is good for no more than a little chump to give me a dollar. look out here comes the chump. he walks down the streets screemaing " I wanna be like JAAAA!! he looks like poop and smeels like it too." Tim listend to the whole song and ran to the door with his body fluid stained clothes dripping the stuff all over that big piano which made the piano freak out and break and fall on him making a huge crackling sound. Tim reached over as far as he could and opended the door and watched as Ja Rule rode bye and flipped him off. Tim fell asleep crying. Soon he opended his eyes and came face to face with........
Jessica...w'sup girly?? Timothy just told me to come here, so I came. Looks to me like TIMOTHY SUCKS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Well, anyway, just wanted to say hey, and leave u a lil message, write back if ya want. My 21st b-day is next month guys! WOOO HOOOO!! ;-) Alright, I'm done bein goofy now. Talk to ya later!! Buh bye!!
Amanda
to my friend jess I LOVE YOU and MISS YOU bicnches and i wish u would come down and live back here u crazy loser haha j/k luv ya bunches- Jillian Connare(the best)(the cow)
One day timothy pierson Wise was sitting on his couch and he was watching tv. He suddenly had this odd feeling that something was well, odd. He went into the kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of course. He went to his bedroom and he didnt find donnies big lazy butt half hanging off of it. He went into his sisters room and found no hannah listening to christian music and then he went into his parents room and didnt see them in there. So he went out back to find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special news program flashed. The announcer looked directly into the camera as she told the viewers what was going on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a Timothy Wise he seems to be missing for a week now. His family of Four are worried sick about him, They are sitting home now just waiting and praying for answers as to were he is. They cant understand why anyone would want to kidnap a child like that, they thought maybe donnie but not timothy." The tv showed a picture of tim in his baseball uniform flicking off the camera and smoking a cigarette. "If u have any info please call us and let us know." Timothy turned off the tv and let everything sink in. "Goodness how did they get that picture i never did that??" He looked around at his surroundings and realized that he indeed wasn't home. HE was in a completely diffrent place. Suddenly a black family walked in carrying lugages. The man looked at him and whipped out his gun. "Nigga get outta my house son!!" He busted a cap but it missed him and tim jumped out the window to find that he landed in his yard. Come to find out he was in his neighbors house which was empty because they were on vacation.
> One day jessica marie reuther was sitting on
>couch and she was watching tv. she suddenly had this odd
>feeling that something was well, odd. she went into the
>kitchen and tried to cook some water but burnt it of
>course. she went to his bedroom and she didnt find
>daniel big lazy butt half hanging off of it. she went
>into study room and found no one listening to
>christian music and then he went into his parents room
>and didnt see them in there. So she went out back to
>find Lady and she was gone with her leash still tied
>to the tree. He went to turn off the tv and a special
>news program flashed. The announcer looked directly
>into the camera as she told the viewers what was going
>on. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are looking for a
>jessica reuther her seems to be missing for a week now.
>Her family of Four are worried sick about her, They
>are sitting home now just waiting and praying for
>answers as to were he is. They cant understand why
>anyone would want to kidnap a child like that, they
>thought maybe donnie but not jessica." The tv showed a
>picture of jess in her baseball uniform flicking off
>the camera and smoking a cigarette. "If u have any
>info please call us and let us know." jessica turned
>off the tv and let everything sink in. "Goodness how
>did they get that picture i never did that??" Her
>looked around at his surroundings and realized that he
>indeed wasn't home. HER was in a completely diffrent
>place. Suddenly a black family walked in carrying
>lugages. The man looked at him and whipped out his
>gun. "Nigga get outta my house son!!" He busted a cap
>but it missed her and she jumped out the window to
>find that he landed in his yard. Come to find out he
>was in his neighbors house which was empty because
>they were on vacation.
>
>
>now if u want to finish the story u can .
hey jess u sound gay as crap so i guess i will role on our with my dogs and keep it real g and i rember u daniel dont act like i dont know u so peace out
jessica is a punk she is crazy in the head she gets on my nerves but most of all shes my cuz so have a good life jess hahahaha lol jk any ways so what ever u wana write write it
