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TOMBOYS RULE GIRLYGIRLS DROOLYOUR BOY SIDE
(x)You love hoodies.
(x) You love jeans.
() Dogs are better than cats.
(x) It's hilarious when people get hurt. *depends on the injury and/or person*
(x) You've played with/against boys on a team.
(x) Shopping is torture.
(x) Sad movies suck.
() You own an X-Box.
(x) Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
(x) At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
(x) You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
() You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
(x) You watch sports on TV.
(x) Gory movies are cool. *NO BRAINER*
(x) You go to your dad for advice.
(x) You own like a trillion baseball caps.
(x)You like going to football games.
() You used to/do collect baseball cards.
(x) Baggy pants are cool to wear.
() It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
(x) Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
(x) You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
(x) Sports are fun.
(x) Talk with food in your mouth.*wat can I say xD
Total: 21
YOUR GIRL SIDE.

The 10 Commandmentsfor TomBoys 1 .Thou shall not be caught DEAD in a dress

2. Thou shall not sleep without thy socks on

3. Thou shall not be caught in the make-up department of Macy’s with thy mother

4. Thou shall not see any chick-flicks, but shall watch thy horror movies over and over again.

5. Thou shall not leave thy house without wearing thy hoodies.

6. Thou shall have many game systems such as Game Cube, Nintendo 64, and/or Nintendo Wii

7. If # 6 does not apply to thee, thou shall have friends whom are spoiled rotten with game systems.

8. If #7 does apply to thee, thou shall whine and plead and beg thy mother for one of said game systems

TomboyShe prefers pink,
I prefer green.
She prefers high heels,
I prefer sneakers.
She likes skin tight, frilly shirts,
I prefer baggy tees.
She wears bracelets,
I wear wrist bands.
She's afraid to get down and dirty,
I love to get a little dirty.
She hates video games,
WHAT!? ARE YOU INSANE! I LOVE VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!
She is boy crazy,
I just like hanging out and being friends with the dudes.
She hates sports,
I"m a sports fanatic,
She is in love with herself,
I'm not.
She's a girly girl,
I'M A TOMBOY.

Little Miss ShyLittle Miss Shy
You're really, really quiet,
You sure can keep quiet,
But deep down inside you're very, very violent.

Little Miss Shy
You always cry,
I hear you sigh,
But deep down inside you know someone's gonna die.

Oh Little Miss Shy-Shy
What will you do?
Oh Little Miss Shy-Shy
Do you even have a clue?

Will you scream, will you call?
Will you rise, rise above all?
I hear you scream; it's not your fault...

Little Miss Shy
Are you fed up?
With all the pain and your peers,
With all the fears and watery tears?

Little Miss Shy
You devious girl.
You're no longer in your single world.
'It's always the quiet onces' are your l

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Tomboy

by ~corrupdisc, Jul 30, 2005, 10:00:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

I climb trees
play basketball and hurt people with sharp elbows.
play ultimate Frisbee and get dirty.
rip my pants and get burrs in my hair
I do it all with a big smile on my face.

I used to wear dresses.
I stopped.
I didn’t wear a dress again until high school, prom.
I came to college as far away from home as I could
to become a corporate, successful, independent girl.
Because goodness knows I’m not a woman.
Yet.

I yawn in public
I don’t cover my mouth.
I belch
I eat
     and eat
and eat
       and eat.
I don’t cross my legs like a lady.

Sometimes I get funny looks at 8am because
I do not wear stilettos
or dark mascara
or push-up-I-need-a-miracle-bras

I walk barefoot on the sidewalk
say what I mean when I mean it
don’t depend on that other sex
when I can take them to the hoop
or break them inside out

we could fight about it
     But you probably wouldn’t hit a girl.

Tomboyby ~corrupdisc

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

Performance Art piece, Spring 2005. Breaking the stereotypes generated by 'woman': Redefinition.

I am what I am.

~wolfgirlwarrior254 Nov 11, 2009

hehe thats me!!!!!im the only tomboy in my school i get wierd looks becuase me and my friends have so much fun just being areselves and i dont give a f about what i wear i just grab something and i love sports i fight alot!!!!!!!! it rules to be tomboy!!!!!!!!

~twichy-idoit-2 Oct 5, 2007

that totally suits me dudddde

~nighstalker Jun 13, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

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~spazzed-out Jun 10, 2007

love it!

~Linsinnetje Jun 6, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

Very good! =O

~corrupdisc Aug 8, 2005

OH! almost forgot. An 'inside out' is a type of frisbee throw...it bends.

~ArgustheLast Jul 30, 2005

Breaking people isn't exactly an honorable claim. Beating someone at basketball, however...

~corrupdisc Aug 8, 2005

I apologize for my oversight. See, not a lot of people read what I put up here. Those who do read my poetry know me pretty well. Further, this piece was originally for performance art where the audience was pretty well acquainted with my activities. I wasn't using 'breaking' as an actual beating up, or physical damaging of someone else. I didn't realize anyone would read, let alone notice.

So here's what I mean to say when I say 'breaking':

I play ultimate frisbee...and 'breaking' is a term used when the handler (me, with the disc) throws to the side of the field that the point mark (the defender) is not suppose to let me throw to. This often results in a complete breakdown of the rest of the team defense (a longer explanation is necessary,, but for that the UPA is available). When the defender realizes that I have thrown through his mark, he has to yell 'broken' to his team so they know that he has, essentially, failed at defending me.

So you see, breaking a man on the frisbee field is comparable to beating him in the open lane, and something that a girl would normally not be expected to be capable of or successfully do.

Thank you Argus for allowing me this opportunity to explain.

~ArgustheLast Aug 8, 2005

Oh...I never was very good at ultimate. Regardless, don't thank me for not getting a clever in-joke.

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