Rape and Elephants

On what should be done if one was raped by a friend:

Me: I would be really pissed and unfriend them
David: OMG you're so easy. If i were you i would get close to them and cut off their balls and then leave them alive to suffer with no dick.

So dont even try to rape me.

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Some people may wonder why i love elephants so much. I have no idea why i possess this certain affinity towards those huge creatures. Perhaps it is because i owned a elephant stuffed animal when i as younger and it was the only one that didn't let me down. For example:

-barbie snow white: Of all my barbie dolls i use to (still) own, snow white was my favorite. I would comb her hair dress her up and even take baths with her. During one of these routine baths we had together, barbie snow white's head came off with an unceremonious pop. Needless to say, it has never been the same for me with barbies again.

-peebaby: Before my barbie stage i had an unhealthy obsession with dolls. I was inseparable with one in particular. She was blond, plastic and about the size of a football. Her most distinguishing trait was that she could pee. yes, pee. I don't know if the fact that she was white and behaved disturbingly similarly to a real baby was the manufacturer's idea of a funny joke on the parents with the obsessed child or the government's method of preconditioning its buyer to grow up to be the stereotypically American housewife, but in retrospect that was a very disturbing doll. Thankfully i grew out of that horrendous stage of needing to "pee" my "baby" every 30 minutes and moved on on greater things. I will not have my own children attatched to such a freaky toy....but then again maybe that's what my mother said.

-Mr. Bun Bun: This is perhaps the strangest attachment i have ever had. I never really LIKED Mr. Bun Bun, my blue stuffed Easter rabbit. In fact, his face is one of permanent sadness with big brown eyes depressing anyone/everyone who happened to steal a glance at him. However, i never slept without it, along with my body pillow. Fortunately i manage to ditch Mr. Bun Bun. His melancholy eyes will never forgive me. But, the body pillow still remains an important object that allows me to fall asleep and no so luckily for me, college has shown the world just this.

So the elephant stuffed animal i owned was probably the coolest toy i had. The ears make a sqeaky noise, it has a rattler on the tip of its nose and mirrors under its feet. It entertained me for hours on end. I remember it use to be enormous and now that i think about it, i did suffer small disappointment when i found it again a few years later and discovered that i had shrunk. Obviously it didnt shrink, i had simply grown. How sad.

I remember the same thing happened with Disneyland. It was the most magical place when i was about 6 or 7. But i recall that i hadnt visited disneyland until highschool again and there was nothing to bridge the gap inbetween. Disneyland was no longer magical.

BUT NOT MY ELEPHANT!! of course the name of my elephant is Ella Phant. I beleive i stole the name from somewhere, most likely a Junie B. Jones book.

ANYWAYS....this is such a pointless blog.

Davido believes that i love elephants for quite a different reason and has decided to express his opinions here:


**THEREOM!!!! >>>HUGE CREATURE LOVES HUGE CREATURE!<<< TRUE OR FALSE?***

a brief translation: he thinks i am an elephant. or at least elephant sized ):