<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:23:07.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameronman Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-6157140730200162111</id><published>2010-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:52:09.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pygmy viper</title><content type='html'>the pygmy viper was made when the pit viper and the pygmy chameleon had a baby. let's not get to far into that. then that qustion comes how is a baby made.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/S-wPEhrtYII/AAAAAAAAADg/8fRcKQzGiGw/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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                                                               respiratory system&lt;/div&gt;I think that the respiratory system is VERY important so we can breathe. and it gets rid of carbon dioxide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 circulatory system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your body depends on your  circulatory system to deliver some stuff throughout your body. these materials are carried by blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                digestive system &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food you eat can not be used by your body if it wernt for the digestive system it breaks down the food so the body can use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-5829886947724038403?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/5829886947724038403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/05/respiratory-system-i-think-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5829886947724038403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5829886947724038403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/05/respiratory-system-i-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-8753285044006985139</id><published>2010-04-05T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:35:52.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big ugly and how it  will help you or not</title><content type='html'>I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; will help me. I mean it is just a test. I don't know if it will go on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;record,&lt;/span&gt; I hope it does not. Still I mean if it does, oh well, you have to do it. No questions asked you can't  ask why you have  to take it. which I don't really like.  that and you  have to remember everything. now I don't think I am the only one that disagrees with that. I mean the tiniest drop of water or juice is like dropping a  bomb. I mean really then why do they give you water why can't you go and get water from the fountain. Any way I just don't think it will help me unless it goes on my record.Now I think that is about all.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-8753285044006985139?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/8753285044006985139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-ugly-and-how-it-will-help-you-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/8753285044006985139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/8753285044006985139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-ugly-and-how-it-will-help-you-or.html' title='the big ugly and how it  will help you or not'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-6084658178808585318</id><published>2010-04-01T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:21:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to make a song. It was easy to make a beat. but the lyrics not so easy. I HATED&lt;div&gt; THIS because I stink at math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I would like If would could do a video on how to draw I would like this. if  you are reading this don't get any ideas. I mean why can't the class just go and read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; If you don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naruto&lt;/span&gt; is it is a Japanese cartoon. with ninjas and stuff. any way I hate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assessment.!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-6084658178808585318?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/6084658178808585318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-to-make-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/6084658178808585318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/6084658178808585318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-to-make-song.html' title=''/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-3388635006751137845</id><published>2010-03-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:46:17.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big ugly \ TAKS</title><content type='html'>to tell you the turth I did not want to come back I would rather sleep in . and the TAKS test also know as the big ugly. really I am not scared and I want to get it over with. reading is not my favorite test we have to take it blah blah blah. but really the big ugly is a test and I do not really like it but we have to take it. And plus you pass you go to 6th grade but my goal is to get commended on it not just because I am being paid. so I can get a better grade. 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With our Nerf guns and Nerf swords. and then Andy+ Cody took off running to his house to get play phones. so we can talk to each other And coming down Andy's street was a&lt;br /&gt;pit-bull Cody pet the pit-bull and it did not bite him (keep in mind that they do not know what a pit-bull looks like) so Andy thought it was OK so he pet it two times and on the for the last time it bit him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooooo&lt;/span&gt; so scary. &lt;div&gt;it was cool when his dad got a bat and asked witch way. or when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cody's&lt;/span&gt; dad got a 9 m.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-6752630250591130042?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-5905236030194124178</id><published>2009-12-14T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:35:42.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back from the war</title><content type='html'>the bad bad war was over and this wagon is getting boring just wait until we pick up more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. but still I can't believe I lost my job for the war. at least I can be a crafts man with my awesome skills. you see look at these little people I made. I brought for good luck well looks like it worked yea. his son said" do you hear that?" what it sounds like gun fire. as soon as one of us stuck his head . out the cloth window he fell out of the  the sound of gun fire was in the air. luckily it missed me and my son. but I had a big gash in my arm. from hand to hand combat. I had an idea that we should hold our breath and lie down. and act like we are dead. surprisingly we lived. and when the British left. and we quickly were off with one of the horses that left the attack. after we found it. with not allot of food although  we saved the food we it did not help much.  then it was getting  dark and we chose to pull out our war diary and read them aloud. now that I red it I realized that it was WORSE THAN I THOUGHT. think just over the hills and we are home. well I am the next morning I woke Tim (my son) up and we ate a little bit of bread. and got on lucky (the horse) and we were half way up the hill when my wife was at the top of the hill she was knitting something. we where finally we up there. she was with the kids and she said "the house was just burned  down to the ground." we haft to buy new land and get some volunteer's to help build a house. that night he had just came home from  the war and now he must build a house. he is now in his friends house until his house.  we I was so tired that when I got home I took off my coat and sleep on  the floor and not my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-5905236030194124178?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/5905236030194124178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5905236030194124178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5905236030194124178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-back-from-war.html' title='coming back from the war'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-8062546618690067335</id><published>2009-12-02T09:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:02:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm off to the war mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One Sunday mooring I went to Church. A man came in the door and said "I need people who want to come to war." On our side at first nobody stood but me. Then my wife had a really long talk that alot of people listened to because half of the Church stud up. Well the Boy's at least. The man took us outside into a wagon so we can leave. We started to put surprise attacks on the britsh. Poping out of corn feilds and coming up from lakes. The next mooring (monday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-8062546618690067335?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/8062546618690067335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off-to-war-mom_7616.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/8062546618690067335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/8062546618690067335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off-to-war-mom_7616.html' title='i&apos;m off to the war mom...'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-4435879564531533542</id><published>2009-12-02T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:13:59.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm off to the war mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-4435879564531533542?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/4435879564531533542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off-to-war-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/4435879564531533542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/4435879564531533542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-off-to-war-mom.html' title='i&apos;m off to the war mom...'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-810873647226497391</id><published>2009-11-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:16:57.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day as a slave</title><content type='html'>I was in a south Africa when my mom and dad went to get food and a man came in my door. and  I said'' you wait until my mom and dad come back''. And what if I &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; your mom and dad no!&lt;br /&gt;your lying. really look outside. oh no! a couple hours later. there where in the middle passage&lt;br /&gt;mom where is dad? he was separated in the slave trade. then how am I still here with? you god has blessed us. time to eat yea! what are we having. rats what no way I wont eat it ok then come here. for better food. smack smack why did you whip me. mean while we finally &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; we where at the feild. when I whanted to know what to do.wake up supper early.and always say yes master.and a very horble life.And that is my day as a slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-810873647226497391?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/810873647226497391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-as-slave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/810873647226497391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/810873647226497391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-as-slave.html' title='a day as a slave'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-3953770790508337873</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:30:31.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamakers vs. dreambrakers</title><content type='html'>I  believe  that I am a dream maker.  because  I  have a friends that sometimes can't control excitement so I help them  to control it. And plus if I was a dream breaker the I would be mean,   say mean words And  hurt feelings.I don't do that. but I do know one dream breaker.&lt;br /&gt;There is a dream breaker on my bus in 5'th grade that is trying to brake my dream. By saying I can't do it and hitting me. You get it just mean things. by the way if your wondering what dream breaker is then it is a person that if you hang out with then you will never will be able to follow&lt;br /&gt;your dreams. A dream maker is a person who will help you follow your dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-3953770790508337873?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/3953770790508337873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreamakers-vs-dreambrakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/3953770790508337873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/3953770790508337873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreamakers-vs-dreambrakers.html' title='dreamakers vs. dreambrakers'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-5664221188313895563</id><published>2009-10-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:08:14.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blast tro</title><content type='html'>Onuce there was scientist named docter. duf who made a robot for a son. The metal on his him looked skin. the name of this wonderful boy is blas. He did not know that he was a robot yet.He was planning to tell him when he turned 10 years old. So when he turned 10 years old duf told&lt;br /&gt;blas that he was a robot. He said'' so what supper cool powers do I have supper strength cool''&lt;br /&gt;(so it wasn't all those years of working out) any thing else. Oh yes.cool!what what what! only lasers in your elbows,a life raft in your chest and x-ray eyes.So teach me how to use these coll things.Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh waite what. Teach me. FINE! yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. let's go to the hill's so you can learn to use these moves. Put your arms back and swing them forward then the life raft will eject.&lt;br /&gt;Think about lasers to shoot them. samething for x- rays. The rockets- there is a botten on each heal. And why can't I take off this wach that wach telles you about dangers in the town.But I did not trun it on obvously. Just let me do that&lt;br /&gt;ok it should wrok now. Ring............ring.........ring I think it wroks ring...........ring............ring are you going to anser that. Yes hello yes blas tro the wrold is in danger what how!! Well docter doom&lt;br /&gt;is trying to use you to fight in his army.He has many disguyses. The 5 are a citizen,cop,fireman,mailman and security gaurd.Look for any difernt badges.And don't let him catch you he lives in a big metal dome.Buy.No wait uh.Well I guss I better be off buy dad.No wait please come back soon.Ok click click went the bottens on his heel zoom.looking for a big metal dome.wait what is that in the horizon. that looks like a big metal dome.It is!As I zoom in.Ha I wonder how to turn these off. Ut oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!i'm falling ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ut oh I landed in his tree. Zzzzzzzzzzzz went the lasers i'm down you think he'll notice naaaaaaa. He is coming. i'm going to hide. Ha who did this to my tree. Any hoo time for my evilist plan. A cold hand crped up and over his mouth.And down a hach they went. Hi my name is kasy and this is my dog comnt. you after docter. doom to how did you know.I found you in his bushes. Ok you got me there. Did you get the latist plan.Yes I got all on recording. Here it is my evil plan is to get the boy and put him in my army to take over the wrold.First I will see how he dose and then put him in my army.Ok i'm going to see if he left.&lt;br /&gt;smack he was  knocked out. Then kasy came up the lader and saw  that he was gone blas tro! uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what hapend where am I. In the battle arna wait what who am I facing japenes  robot  chain saw  for arms and springs for legs.let's go now what are you made of x-rays&lt;br /&gt;x-rays zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. So your made of iron I see. after he beat the robot. and killed docter. doom .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-5664221188313895563?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/5664221188313895563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/blasttro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5664221188313895563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/5664221188313895563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/blasttro.html' title='blast tro'/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775482978675661448.post-1166392452337871477</id><published>2009-10-06T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:49:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to my friend troys brithday party at nicklerama arcade.Each game was 1 or 2 nickle(s).&lt;br /&gt;I kept plaing games that got me more tikets and nickles.we only had 45min at are birthday table. we had paizza,cupcakes and soda.when we left I had 43 nickles left.I had 1,816 tikets.&lt;br /&gt;after troy came to my hose to play. he brout a blow up hammer and a sowrd. I alrety had&lt;br /&gt;a sword. we  had alot of fun.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                 the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775482978675661448-1166392452337871477?l=smittieskids025.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/feeds/1166392452337871477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-to-my-friend-troys-brithday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/1166392452337871477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775482978675661448/posts/default/1166392452337871477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskids025.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-to-my-friend-troys-brithday.html' title=''/><author><name>rolling acoss the land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439255092820424230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyyNW1VmMg/SuHUt8VYwjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hARBk0njCLk/S220/fooz.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
