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Ok, above is my best friend, Rachel. I found out that I had so much crap that she wrote, that I wanted to have here that I needed to make another page for her. Have fun, and make sure you e-mail her.

Short Bio: Name: Rachel Age: 14 Obsessions: Star Trek (Spock and Chekov), The Beatles (Ringo), Herman's Hermits (Peter), and Welcome Back Kotter (Horseshack), oh, and she writes fan fics/ect. all the time Hates: Providence (it's a wonder we're friends---hehe... PROVIDENCE KICKS ASS), Harry Potter (now that's a crime). She doesn't hate much. Nick-names: Henry/Munchies/Octopus/Xena Pets: Cats--> Smokey

*How many molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt?
You figure it out! It's harder than it
looks!*
(Inspired by "Albequereque by Weird Al Yankovic"

Yesterday while counting the molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt, we got as far as 69 before we got distracted. Well today we only got as far as 71 before we ran into a problem. We had to discuss just where his butt ends. Where's the line? It was then that some nut ran in flailing his arms with weasles devouring his face. We decided we just couldn't concentrate with this disruption. So we went down to the basement to continue our "discussion". When we got down there we saw two doors. When we opened the first door we realized it lead to a library. In one of the corners we saw Sydney Hansen and George Harrison smoking ciggaretes and working on the last of amelted ice cream sundae. I saw George grab the cherry while Syd finished off the whipped cream. There was chocolate all over their faces and smeared on their clothes. That's when we decided to close the door. Leonard opened the second door and, with a twinkle in his eye, smiled, "Perfect." He motioned for me to go in first. I peered inside and saw that it was a small closet(ya know the kind only big ebough for about two coats). So I went in an Leonard followed with an undeniable skip in his step...
...We apologized and said we'd pay for the broken hinges on the door, the high heel marks on the doorknob, and the tears and scratches in the wallpaper, but they still kicked us out. Out in the street, Leonard informed me that though he'd had a wonderful time, he had to return to Hollywood.
"Will you ever come back?" I asked, sounding remarkably similar to a western movie I saw once where some lone ranger dude had to leave a girl behind to do his duty in protecting the innocent.
"Of course I will. I have to." he replied confidently.
"Why?" I asked puzzled.
"Because I'm wearing your underwear." he smirked.
"Now that's logic!" I said and waved good bye as his limo came and drove him away.
THE END

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