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White Americans, what?
Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too!
Who's using who?
What should we do?
Well, you can't be a pimp
And a prostitute too.
-Jack White III

Stories like this make me mad. Click here and read. I hate it when I hear about good people that get kicked out of our country because they happen to be illegal immigrants. The people in this article would've willingly become law-abiding U.S. citizens if the system wasn't so retarded. I've met many good law-abiding(mostly) people that fled to our country seeking a better life, and it would be a crime against morality to deport them. Yes, I've also met a few drug dealers and gangsters from down south and perhaps they should get deported, but that's another story.

"And the Father hath commanded me that I should give unto you this land, for your inheritance. And I say unto you, that if the Gentiles do not repent after the blessing which they shall receive, after they have scattered my people--- Then shall ye, who are a remnant of the house of Jacob, go forth among them; and ye shall be in the midst of them who shall be many; and ye shall be among them as a lion among the beasts of the forest, and as a young lion among the flocks of sheep, who, if he goeth through both treadeth down and teareth in pieces, and none can deliver."
-Jesus Christ, 3Nephi 20:14-16

Si no te gusta, vaya!

trippin'

My fam and I tripp'd to St. George o'er the weekend. We had a good time. We hiked and ran and jumped and ate sushi. And we took pictures of ourfineselves doing cool stuff. Here is an example:

That's definitely what I'd look like getting thrown back by the force of a massive nuclear explosion. Or maybe by the force of an angry Jedi. Or that's what I'd look like getting dropped down from a ghettobird to go fight myself some crips 'n bloods. Here's another example:

That's what my Dad would look like jumping from the top of a cliff in the desert to tackle a wild buffalo. Or perhaps a mammoth. Or an angry Jedi.
One more:

That's what my Mom, Sister and I would look like if we were Power Rangers. Or Tusken Raiders. Or maybe Charlie's Angels.

Well, that was fun.

Dawg

This is my dog Rosie. I think she's depressed.

Family Photage

I got my Dad a garden gnome for his 45th birthday on 10/10/10.

We took some family photos together.
Look at them and feel happy.

Definitely

Well, I just decided to name my resurrected blog. Here's how it happened:

I sat down in my chair and started to ponder. My object in pondering was to determine what I should name my blog. I began to think about random phrases, words, nouns and verbs which just didn't have any particular meaning or value to me. Then I started to think of some examples of names that I judged to be unique. Inevitably I started reminiscing about my adventures as an official advocate of the Lord. Over the course of my service in said endeavor I met many people with many interesting names. Por ejemplo, I met a man named Mushroom. I briefly taught a family with three kids named Ransom, Nuggs and Colt. I once baptized a Tongan girl whose middle name was 'Alungamalie (until which time I never knew a name could begin with an apostrophe). Well, when I was stationed in the cheerful sunny side of Compton CA I started visiting a young hispanic couple (surprise!). The BF spoke pure spanish and the GF usually spoke english. One day the two of them brought home a pitbull. This pit was friendly, cute and cuddly as most pitbulls are (when they're puppies) and he loved to gnaw on things like stuffed animals, furniture and hands. Well, to make a short story short the BF and GF named this puppy pit "Fo' Sho'". That's the ghetto way of saying "for sure", I guess.

So, Fo' Sho', I dedicate this blog to you.

And thus it is.

Why hello there!

Hello again.

I have returned from my mission and have resumed control of this blog. Someday perhaps I will share with you some experiences from my sacred mission. For now I'm going to re-arrange some stuff on here. I have little to no faith that anyone is reading this right now anyway, so I'll go ahead and assume that you don't mind.

Entonces.... hasta ver!

Love,
Tyler J. Lewis

life would be neat

This is a song called "Freddie Mercury's Moustache". I made it with my hands and my face.



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