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Name: Rob
Birthday: 11/19/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: basketball, mythology, armour, more basketball, some of my classes r interesting (i guess), womenfolk, sculpting, drawing, writing, music (everything from classical to hip hop), making movies, eating ramen noodles, hanging out with cool people. if you're cool and you dont hang out with me, i guess you're not cool after all.
Expertise: mythology, ancient warfare, making ramen noodles, kissing, indulging in forbidden pleasures, mowing lawns, spanish, singing off-key, having a balla time
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AIM:  LORDoftheSLAM
AIM:  MyRamenBackOff
Member Since:
8/4/2005
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| October 25, 2005 A.D.
This xanga has gotten old. GET IT? ITS ANCIENT GREECE?? ok bad ya
so here's the new xanga http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=The_Secret_Agent_Man
i might update this one if im ever led to do so.
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| October 18, 2005 A.D.
Come closer children, and listen to the tale of Oedipus Mex.
At his birth in ancient Mexico, an oracle had predicted that Oedipus
Mex would one day kill his father and marry his mother. His parientes,
both horrified by the prophecy, sent Mex far away to the United States
of America, where they thought he would be safe.
Mex grew up in the city-state of Klein, and when he was 15 years old,
the same oracle came and told him the same prophecy. "What a bunch of
caca" thought the Mexican. "Nobody can friggin' predict the future".
Well time went on and eventually Oedipus Mex forgot the prophecy. One
day, an old white guy came by and started to say racist things about
Mexicans. Enraged, Mex began to fight the old guy. And of course he
won, because he's a minority (and his burros helped him out.) After
evading La Policia, he came back to the United States and married a
black woman who was younger than him.
A long time passed, and the oracle came back. "You have married your mother and killed your father! You're disgusting!"
Which is total BS. B/c the guy he killed was white. And his wife was a young black woman.
The oracle was obviously on weed or something. (cough cough).
So what's the moral of this story? That Greek Drama is retarded and
should never be read. Especially for a grade. And we should all burn
Antigone. And Sophocles was a moron.
^^^ my Pink tie for Homecoming with Brytanee!
This song is for all the guys at Mikules's party. Until the computer was stolen at least.
Tomorrow is ABS!!! Hang time with Brytanee and Ashlayus and Reemora and Brittanicus and all those cool people.
+later hottness+
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| October 10, 2005 A.D.
It had been quite a while since Robercules had recorded anything about
his adventure. There's a reason for that. It wasn't worth talking
about. (mostly.)
The hero met two new friends, Brytanee (the model friend 
) and Ashlayus, at ABS the week before. The following weekend,
Robercules, Publius, Brytanee, and Ashlayus all went to the Theatre of
Willowbrook TWICE to see plays there. Cleokatra didn't come. Nor did
she want to, Robercules believed. Maybe it was because she hailed from
the far north that she always had an icy attitude towards everything.
Maybe it was because her heart was two sizes too small.
Not Really. She was busy, and had just learned of her family's plans to
MOVE BACK to the far north. HOW COULD SHE? Robercules wouldn't allow
it. Cleokatra was too good a friend to allow such a thing.
Saturday night, the men of the village all gathered to celebrate the
Birthday of Scottimus Maximus, and a good time was had by all.
^^ HAHAHA guess what Cleokatra? im eating a BURRITO!!! Quiet!
Be reverent in the presence of the Burrito!
Props to Shindlericus for the song.
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| October 2, 2005 A.D.
Robercules and companions travel to the Renaissance Festival!
The party, upon arriving, was horrified to learn of a humongous dragon guarding the gate!
It was up to Shindlericus, in his suit of fireproof armour, to keep the
dragon at bay while Publius and Robercules crept up behind it.
Robercules and Publius took their swords and thrust them into the
beast! With a bone-chilling roar it fell dead to the ground. The
townspeople cheered for the brave trio!
Robercules, Brittanicus, Publius, Shindlericus, and Nynee all had a
grand time at the festival. There were magicians and troubadors and
singers, and Publius's favorite: Wenches!!!!! Robercules was far too
busy strutting around in his boots and looking at wares to take much
heed of the wenches, but wenches never fail to catch the eye of
the Publius Sexius, the great wencher himself.
Brittanicus bought herself a dagger, and many a fight took place between her and Publius. Dagger-happy, that's what they are.
^^ its the Dread Pirate Robert!!!
^^ into the fire swamp!
After a long day of merriment, the weary travelers headed home, with
the intent of going back. If any brave soul dares return with them,
they definitely should come. It's fun.
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