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In the t-shirt section, there was a mention of perhaps creating t-shirts with cult quotes on them. While this is probably never actually going to happen, it is a pretty cool idea, and so I decided that if I were going to have a t-shirt that was representative of me at the cult, it would have to be one of two things:

1. My old s-on-fire avatar that I used to have, or


[i]Originally posted by Brock Landers [/i]
[B]What can I say really, jane? Me Brock... You Jane. Me live in urban jungle hut... Jane live in cornfield. I mean, what's a rationally irrational person supposed to think? It's quite the quandary. Yeah, I give you a hard time about 4-H and Being from the Midwest and My Little Pony... and yeah, I tend to asume you are relatively naive, as I was as a teen, and yeah, I see little miss whitebread with her pretty pink frilly summer bonnet skipping and playfully jumping down the sidewalk with her patent leather shoes, knee socks and chubby knees and jumping over bad luck cracks in the sidewalk all the while swinging her bible book bag to and from while dreaming of cotton candy and corndogs and corn-on-the-cob and 4-H picnics and grooming her doll collection and getting tucked into her giant fluffy stuffed animal littered bed while squeezing a raggedy Ann doll tight and I imagne flirty kisses with other boys your age, the smell of strawberry or bubblegum flavored lip gloss driving them wild with teenaged lust, and I see hair stuck to your sweaty forehead as you stick out your tongue and square your mouth in concentration while trying to draw a picture of a kittycat you found behind the school on one of the trails that takes you home, either that or riding in the bumpity-bumpity rickety old church bus or sitting in your parent car and seeing a black man walking down the street and reaching over quickly to lock your door and thinking "I wonder if that bagel that guy gave me meantsomething more than just being a bagel"... and i envision pigtails and moments of girly retardedness, screeching and giggling, and pillow fights and ... welll... ;) [/B]