I cant TELL you how many gosh darn profiles I've filled out but whatever, here goes.

Hey there My name is Qwerty- well you can read but my real name is Sean...You judge you Die xD jk

So... Im just gonna take this Route with my Profile...

Name: Sean

Age: stalker 0.o

Sex: yes please...XD jk Im a guyy

Fav. Food: Pizza, or something else thats made of pizza sauce xD

Fav. Show: DragonBall Z! Its the best hell, its over 9000!

Fav. Band: Um..Lp or TheWhiteStripes.

Fav. Person: UM......Who ever created the microwave.

Fav.Color: Orange xD I say it so funniiie

according to Sun I happen to be very funny and perverted xD so thanks for that. lol. she cracks me up, tis great! her profile is AH-mazing!

LE GASP!!!!! Its a Vinny ^-^

 xD dont try to take a picture of me you crappy camera, do you have a death wish??

So I dont know if you've heard of this little show called DragonBallZ but if you have YAY for you! if you havent...Dont talk to meh xDD

So before I know it everyone on here starts calling me pervert...Why? *flashes an evil glance at Sun*

+Zuma's Heart+ (2 min) : -ignores- well...he was a pervert and....he loved his hat...alot,thats all i got XD

Yukon_ (48 s) : Yukon looks at Qwerty with a scouter on his head. "8000... 9000... It's over..." Denali looks at his brother. "Yukon, what does the scouter say about his power level?" he asks. Yukon rips it off with his teeth. "It's over 9000!!!!!" He yells, crushing it in his jaws. 

NEW YORK TRIP!!!

HARD CORE *SNORT*

Me jazz & Lex at the movies...I think we were seeing UP xD I am infact wearing a purple shirt but no orange hat...xD sorry.

Dont tell me I cant advanced rp, I can. I just choose not to.

 xQwertyx (9 min) : Qwerty moved quickly, leaping from rock to rock across the river, watching his paws hit the hard stone. One paw hit before the other one on a rather slippery rock and Qwerty slipped to his right, falling over and smashing his back on a larger rock beside him. He yelped lightly and twisted his body, trying desperately to keep his body out of the cold water and not be taken away with the current. His gripped onto the rock he slipped on with both paws and tried to pull himself back up, managing only slightly to get all four paws up on the tiny rock for a brief moment and then quickly leap onto the larger one beside it that had his blood stain. He panted hard and sat on the large rock, wrapping his long wet tail around his legs and shivering once. "Great. Real Smooth Qwerty." He mumbled to himself and then stood, shook off and then shivered once more, eyeing the rest of the rocks. "One, two, three, four, five." He counted them slowly, seeing how many leaps he will have to take to reach the other side of the river. "Here goes nothing." He shrugged and took a leap to the first one and then jumping to the second and finally landing on the third, seeing the rock in front of him was wet so he would have to jump carefully. He tried and jumped on it, nearly slipping and then onto the fifth and stopping again seeing the gap between him and the land. He bit his lip and went for it, his long legs stretching out as far as they could go. His stomach slammed into the side of the land while the rest of his body splashed into the water fiercely, soaking the rest of him and the land around him. His claws dug into the grass and he kicked at the side trying to pull himself up. He finally managed and instantly jumped forward once all his four paws regained the land underneath him. He sat and hung his head sighing once and then smiling. "Bad Idea number 57 Qwerty, Bad Idea number 57." He whispered to himself and chuckled lightly. He glanced up and observed the land around him briefly, taking in everything, the birds that flew past, the way the sky had a tint of grey somehow, the movement of the trees and the sound of the harsh, unforgiving waters behind him. He closed his eyes trying to hear more, this time hearing nearly every leaf that hit the ground, the noises of the small animals in the near by forest, the sound of water smashing up against rocks and every simple thing he would normally not care about seemed to be the most peaceful thing to him right now. He liked it. It reminded him of his pup-hood and how every single little thing seemed to be signifigent in its own special way, the way it was with all pups and how when you grew older that innocence seems to fade away from you. He huffed a sigh and opened his eyes and turned his head behind him back at the river, "How the hell am I getting back now." He said and then laughed at himself. He knew he wasn't gonna try to get back any time soon and shrugged up one shoulder looking back and standing, shaking off his fur, water sputtering in every direction, his fur only partially dry now.

Qweerty moved his hand through his dark brown hair and took another Dorito from the bag, his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Trunks lay on the flooron his stomach, leaning on his elbows, his head in his palms. They were both watching T.V, Qwertys eyes tried to consentrate on one of the football players that was dressed in the red uniform but his eyes kept wandering along with his mind. Football never quite met with his interests, he got the concept of the game but didnt understand what was so interesting about running around a field trying to catch a ball and get a touchdown. Qwerty watched as the player he was focusing on caught the ball and was tackled by a team member in blue, he shrugged and threw his hands behind his back, leaning on the back of the couch. Trunks yelled obsurd things at the television set as the blue team made a touch down, Qwerty glanced at him and then back to the T.v. "And thats the game." came an announcer on the set and it cut to commercial. "Awh man, I totally thought the Falcons were gonna bring it." Trunks mumbled into his palm and then looked over his shoulder at Qwerty who had obviously not noticed the game was over. "Dude?" Trunks asked raising an eyebrow. Qwerty looked at him then, snapping back to reality. "Oh uh, yeah right. psh, the Falcons really sucked today huh?" Qwerty said back, not sure if the Falcons actually did suck today or not. "Not really. It was a pretty close game." Trunks said back. Qwerty scratched the back of his neck, "Well uh, I mean, they sucked compared to how they USUALLY play." Qwerty excused himself. Trunks rolled his eyes and chuckled, sitting up. "Whelp. What do you wanna do?" Trunks asked boredly. "Umm.... Fig-er, I mean, Train?" Qwerty stuttered. "Thats all you ever wanna do." Trunks scoffed. "Yeah I know, I know. But its so much fun!" He said back. Trunks stood and walked to the back sliding door and opened. "Well come on then." He said with a sigh. Qwerty rolled up thet bag of Doritos and tossed them on the coffee table and jumped to his feet running to the door and jumping the back steps, landing in the grass. Trunks stepped out and closed the door behind him, sliding it shut and walked down the steps. Qwerty instantly fired a blast at him that knocked him in the chest, sending him backwards. "Cheap sneak attack!" Trunks yelled from the ground and Qwerty snickered. Trunks jumped to his feet and fired 3 blasts back at Qwerty, each that he deflected. "Wow, you've gotten better huh?" Trunks asked impressed. "Yup, thanks for noticing." Qwerty retorted and ran at him, sending a punch for Trunks' gut but Trunks caught it with one hand and smirked. "Not good enough for that yet." Trunks said and then laughed. Qwerty narrowed his eyes and bent at his knees and jumped in the air, breaking Trunks' grip on his hand and flung to the side, delivering a kick to Trunks' head, knocking him down. Qwerty landed on his feet, his hands pulled up in a fighting stance. "Thats it." Trunks snapped, flipping forward on his feet and running at Qwerty, punching him in the gut twice and flipping over his head, tripping him from behind with one kick under both Qwertys legs and then firing 5 well-aimed blasts at Qwerty who was on the ground that flew right into his back. Smoke came up from where Qwerty was laying and Trunks couldnt see whether he was okay or not. Suddenly Trunks felt a hand grip the back of his jacket and spin him around to face Qwerty. Qwerty had dirt all over him but seemed alright. Qwerty grabbed Trunks by his shirt collar and held up his right hand for a punch in the face. Trunks' hands flew up in defeat, "You win, You win." Trunks said giving up. Qwerty let go and smiled widely, throwing his fist in the air, seeing he had won. "For today." Trunks muttered and Qwerty chuckled.

GOD DO YOU KNOW ENOUGH YET??? too bad...Im stopping. =3 deal. Byeeerz now go do something with your life.