The best co-ed christian sports camp ever. Located in the heart of pennsylvania, on either Lake Gloria or the preferred Quemahoning Reservoir (better). There are ongoing competitions between the two rival teams, the red hott romans and the cool blue galatians. The consolers, AKA the Corinthians, ref everything. Enjoy the dining hall singing, the Trips (the biking trip results in manyyy bruises), activities such as basketball, soccer, track, archery, swimming, dance, zip-lining, rock climbing and repelling, art, water slide, boating, the aqua tramp, and best yet, THE BLOB! Team campfires are always the best topsecret meetings, getting decked out in red or blue and going to the respective meeting area. Its always of the most suspense at the end of the term when the team captains from the Romans and Galatians tear open the package containing the red or blue flag distinguishing the winner. Though purpling is prohibited, it does not stop boy crazy girls from the older cabins to find young love. In past years girls at Term 2 residing along the Que have fallen for the Galatian Captain, the camps true heartbreaker, or one of the young fellows on the kitchen crew. After two weeks of work, spiritual growth, and most of all love, it is next to impossible to leave the camp.
Lost Soul: Hey dude, I've got nothing to do this summer. Know of any awesome, crazy, up-beat, intense, competitive, and over all amazing place I could go to??
Dude(Roman Captain): Yes you poor lost soul. Let me be the Good Samaritan. I will take you to Summer's Best Two Weeks, where you will have the time of your life. In fact, I will be even happier to ensure for you that you go to Term 2 at the Que, and even better, I'll throw in the fact that YOU can be a Red Hot Roman! So go "Al Veera Vyra Voom" to your suitcase and pack all your red!
Lost Soul That's Not So Lost Anymore: Thank you, you have shown me the light!
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Donald J Trump. While the small minded libtards call him racist and sexist without any actual evidence to back them up, the remaining sane people on the planet know that Trump isn't the hero we deserve, but the one we need.
"You know who the best damn president ever is?"
"Nah bruh, who?"
"Donald J Trump, thats who."
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A term used to describe only the most pro groups, namely at Bonita High school.
Dang, they are the best APEX group by far. Too bad supergroups never work.
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A burger that comes with kimchi
"Hey Bob, what's the burger of the day?" "It's the You're Kimchi the Best Burger, you should try it!"
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world's best rappers list
TUPAC
Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live
This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness
Ask mama why I got this urge to die
Witness the tears falling free from my eyes, before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it, a player in this game
Mama don't cry, long as we try, maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don't need no welfare
Shit with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it, the fighting and the hurting
In my room crying cause I didn't want to be a burden
Watch mama open up her arms to hugging
And I ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditionl love.
EMINEM
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
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A very idiotic phrase that presumes thereβs a best and a worst way to live life (which is totally subjective). And that we all GET to choose our lives, which we do in some ways, but most of us just wind up where we are/who we are due to external events we didnβt have any control over. And most of us are content living our lives without over thinking about our lives/how we can make it better all the time.
Omg look at Jennifer she just posted a pic in GREECE in front of some blue ass water. I wish I was living my best life like she is!
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completely, and utterly the most amazing, greatest and best sandwich ever made..chargrilled chicken with honey and mustard mayo with salad...ohhh
1 best sandwich in the world please
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