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Sanctuary (Definition paragraph)

Sanctuary is a word that can mean quite a few things, but to me, the word itself is warm and inviting. Its a place where its safe, a place where anything can go to get away from eveything and anything. To some its a holy ground that protects from demons. To others it can be as simple as there own mind. The mind is anyones final defence against the world, due to the fact that whatever they think will be kept private. Sanctuary is the embodiment of hope and freedom.

Bad Holiday Gifts (illustration blog)

During holidays, many gifts are exchanged between many families. These holidays can also consist of special occasions like birthdays and house warming parties. Some of the gifts given during these days can be really good or just down right terrible. One experience I had with gifts was when I got a sweater that was the exact same sweater I had gotten ealier that day. I had recieved the same sweater from two people. It was a nice gesture, but alas, I had gotten two terrible sweaters. The were not compfy. Some people may try to give people gifts that they themselves would use, knowing that the person they are giving it to will never use it. I have never had this happen to me, but I have had some bad gifts given to me in the past. I even gave some people some bad gifts.

"Come in commander!"
"What is it?"
"We have a serious problem!"
"Yeah what?"
"Zerg RUSH!!!"
"Oh thank god! I thought we were outta milk again!"

"Blarrggghhh, give me duh cheezebugahhhh!!!!"

The Day's Jidder

Gangster Grunt says, "Elite? Hah! I am the Elite!"

Descriptive Paragraph: My house

My home is located in the middle of the woods. There are sticky, pine trees covered in sap all around the house, so when pulling into my driveway it seems as if it leads to nowhere, but then suddenly turns right to the front of my house. The house is an old cabin filled with lots of dust, and has a musty, old-style taste to it. It was built by a man who actually died in the bath tub. Three dogs run amuck around the house and usually leave trash in the yard. The yard is filled with deep holes, nasty swamp water, and lots of annoying tree roots. My step father is a pack rat, which doesn't help at all. There are piles of junk, scrap and metal all over. Its trashy, but the house is nice and peacefully quiet since theres noone around. Overall I love home.