Paula's amazing (pink) homepage
Yes, exactly. Yet another page to take up space. And this one's even pink to make it even worse. So I suggest you leave. Cos chances are you won't like this page. And chances are I don't want you here. So don't waste your time.
Anyways, this is a page for a specialised range of people. And they are the only ones who will understand anything I have written. And no, I'm not just saying this as a plot to make you think maybe I'm lying and it's just a incredibly intelligent way of building the suspense and making you really want to see it, because I really am not. So see for yourself if you want to. But don't blame me if you don't like what I've written, think I'm strange, or just die of boredom.
By entering this page you're basically signing one of those contract things that says you accept responsibility for any injuries inflicted on you by or affiliated in any way with this page.

This is for you Paigey. Ha ha, a home page for Paige. :) Hee hee. Well I thought it was quite amusing. Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away. Seriously though, this pink is dedicated to you. And all the links are (hopefully) going to be pink as well. Depending on how much I actually know. Which isn't much cos I now realise that they're only pink on my computer. Um this is my homepage. It's pink. Gross. But oh well. I have some links down there. They go to places. Like just cool pictures of stuff. But I guess the link kinda explains itself. Then there's my 'I like music page.' Once again, self explanatory. I'm gonna shut up now, see them for yourself.

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NEW PAGEs!!!
Updates

Pics
WWW.MUCKLECORE.COM
I like music.
United States of American people and stuff.
Random thoughts, poems, quotes, etc.
Romes and Jules.
Stuff. Just something.
 

Welcome to the small print. No reason for this. Except small print makes me feel powerful. I could write 'anyone who enters this page must pay a fee of $800.' And everyone would have to do it. Well, I can dream! This page is © Paula Louise Slutzkin. Cool, okay I'm gonna shup. Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tommie. Tommie wanted to make a cake. He went to his cupboards, got out the ingredients, only to find that he had no flour!! This was a tragedy. What was he to do? He wandered all over the neighborhood, looking for someone to give him some flour. Sadly, no one could fulfill his needs. 'Sorry Tommie, no flour here' they said with a smile. Then he came to a door. It was a normal door, no different from the rest. He knocked on this door, no hope left. 'Hello," he said with a sad smile, too afraid to look up. 'Do you have any flour?' The princess spoke, for that was what she was. A beautiful princess named Mania. She said, in a voice that charmed poor Tommie at the second he heard it, 'yes, I have a little flour. Would you like to come in and ponder the world and hairy vagina necks?' Little Tommie's reply was affirmative. They then lived happily almost ever after and between them had a little flour, enough to make bunches of cakes to eat, with some to spare for sanity's sake.

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