TKORyan

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Joined: June 4, 2012
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Hi. My name is Ryan.
I am 13 years old.
I love sports.
I do Cross Country, Track, Boxing, Karate, Basketball, and Soccer.
I love to run, and go to the gym.
I am going to be a Marine when I am older.
I train constantly for the Marines. I have completed the recruit workout numerous times.
I am currently in my first relationship. <3
We got together Tuesday, June 19, at 3:17.
I really like Disney.
I love 4 things in my life:
1. Family and friends
2. God
3. My girl
4. And America.
That is all.
OORAH!!
Bye :)

Quotes by TKORyan

I don't curse.

I use "sentence enhancers"!

Patrick has made a great
influence on me :)

 
Conversation between me and my friend.
Friend:
You have a witty?
Me: Yeah.
Friend: Dude...your a guy!
Me: Yeah but do you know whyyyy i have one?
Friend: No. Why?
Me: Cuz you can see how girls talk when they're not around us.
Friend: .....DUDE I'M GONNA MAKE A WITTY!
You know that you're in love when:

You're with your girlfriend or texting her, and she says she has to go,
And you're depressed until she comes back.

<3333333
*talking and fighting boxing teacher (basically also my second dad)*
*punch me in the chin and pops a pimple*
me: AH!
teacher: are you all right? did i pop something?
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
bloody chin:
my head: do or say something!
*punch him in the face*
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
me:
teacher:
gloves:
Muhammad Ali poster:
plant:
*he punches me across the face and i fall over*
...
*continue talking and fighting*

You made fun of my love and I, and laughed.
I punched you in the stomach, and you cried like a frickin' baby.
You kick me out, and I walk away still cursing you out, and telling you off.
You pick up a wooden stool, and swing to my head.
I catch it mid-swing, and throw it on the ground.
It's funny cuz last week the SAME thing happened a few days ago. Except that time you used a bat.
Grow some balls, and fight like a man with your fists.
Anyway.
After you swing a stool at me, I tackle you, continuing to kick your sorry @$$.
I get off of you, and you kick me out again.
As I walk away, I sarcastically ask if we're still cool.
You reply nonchalantly, "Yeah. Just don't hit me like that".
So, we're "friends" again.
...WTF is wrong with you, you mothereffing SOB.
And by the way.  No. We're not friends. Sorry.

Life is like a huge boxing match.

Live it to its fullest.

Fight till the end,

Don't stop fighting till you hear that bell.
Keep on fighting till the rounds over.

"It ain't over till its over."

TKO Ryan Morello

     Last night I sent an angel to watch over you.  It came back a minute laster, and I asked it why.  It replies, "I'm sorry but angels don't watch over other angels."
                                                                                                                         Love,
                                                Ryan <3

Last night I looked up into the sky and matched every star with a reason why I love you.  I was doing great until I ran out of stars. <3