I was bored one day on the internet, so I decided to grow a website which I intended to fill to the brim with random snippets and slices of fun from my life, which may or may not be amusing depending on whether you're boring or not. I searched frantically for inspiration for a name. I was reading the fifth Harry Potter book at the time and as my eyes skimmed the page like milk, those dreaded words (uttered by Professor Umbridge) caught my eye..."Hem hem". The simple beauty of these words combined together to form one marvellous sound and I knew it would be a fantastically satisfactory title for my site.
by caroline June 11, 2004
by Caroline May 10, 2003
A kid pushes the trampoline in the pool to see if you can jump on it in the pool and he gets told to cut it out
by Caroline November 15, 2003
a lame "metal" band from timmins ontario. lead member of the group thinking he is an evil dictator, and likes to call himself "Shitler". shitler is an egotistical jackass. Also consisting of another member who tries to act like the aforementioned evil dicator, AKA Mini Shitler. AKA Rateus Weasle Sanchez. the group always contains a philipino who cant stick up for what he actually belives in, and some ugly 14 year old boy with long hair and ecko shoes.
did you hear the new 30 years too late song? turns out shitler's ego is so big that they are now taking over the world.
by caroline January 20, 2005
A documentary by David LaChapelle that reveals the groundbreaking dancing growing on the streets of Los Angeles, clowning and krumping.
by caroline June 27, 2005
A vacation spot for all of USA. Eveyone loves Cape Cod in the summer, even their residents. However, they do notice that nearly every spec of their sand is covered with tourist towels and their roads are populated to the maximum, even the backroads.
Poor Katie, a Falmouth Resident made it into the Old Silver beach parking lot at 9 am after waiting nearly 30 minutes for the beach to open. She laid out and got started on that tan, when she was awoken from her sunning from the kicking of ignorant tourists kicking up sand on her towel and in her face as they set up the umbrella right over her head in her sun... there is no other room on the beach now, and it is 9:15. So Katie leaves, and her usual 8 minute ride home results in 8 phone calls on her cell phone, and 58 minutes later she is home.
by Caroline April 13, 2005