Fun Fact of the Day Twenty-One
With the sound of music. With songs they have sung, for a thousand years. I can't believe that I remember that after three years or so. Did anybody see the Colts-Cowboy game? It was cool. Captian comeback. Captain winkie, with the spare. And the 7-10 split. I have no time to write. On weekends my friends are here from 11-8 and I have homework(Right Sara, Mo, Matt, and Emily?) and my friends also come over just about every day on weekdays. FYI, I looked it up and here is the dictionary definition of the word Day- Whenever Dylan feels like writing. Marshall says somthing like 5-10 might be good for him. I wanna be sedated. Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby soho. Co-ed naked Macarena dance team. Pez. Nike, Just vom it. Decomposing Spam. I'm proud to be an honorary Canadian. I hate the people who live across the street from me. After the football went into their yard, she came out and, "If that ball goes in my yard one more time I'm gonna keep it." I said,"Well, *sarcastic tone* it won't." She said,"I'm sick of this f***ing stuff." I turned away from her and,"You're scareing me." Then she said,"I don't see why you have to play here." "What's the big deal anyway? It dosn't hurt your lawn." "I'm sure you're parents wouldn't like it if I went walking through their yard.", she said. I said,"I don't think he'd care." Then my friend Jason, who was standing silent next to me said," It musta killed a blade of grass." I was like,"That's right I probably killed a few blades of grass." She said, "I'm going to call your parents." I said,"Why don't you tell them you called us f***ers?" She said,"I did not." "Oh, I'm sorry, You just said that to us, I was very wrong." By this time, my other two friends, Brad and Ted, are rolling on the ground laughing. Then just to punctuate it I kicked the ball way up in the air. It was all very fun and maddening. After she went back in the house we decided to go back on playing. We walked down the driveway waving at her house, and saying stuff like, "Yes, I do see you behind that window", and "Hellllooo", my dad came out and told me to come inside. I said,"She called you didn't she?", but I didn't get in trouble. I'm gonna go piss em off again tomorrow, but this time with a tape recorder. I have a perfect plan. I'm going to go right up to the curb and lean way over into their yard. If one of them comes out, they aren't going to be able to do anything, cause the street is city property. Hehehe. Hahaha. Hohoho. I also suspect that they might have some visitors on Halloween night. If any of you have any battle suggestions, I'd love to hear them. I have this Biology test I have to study for. They last more than one day, you see. The reason I censored the few words above is because I know a few of you have family E-mail accounts and I wouldn't want some overprotective parent getting mad. I was at this site where I saw Bob Dole's head explode. If
any of you would like to send my neighbors hate mail on my behalf, I will give you their address. Vengence will be MINE. I will get back at them one way or another. They're very picky about their driveway. Once, when some people who left our house used it to turn around, thay called and complained. Big freakin deal. I'm done with them now.
Neil-Did you get my Manifesto? I sent it in Mainfesto Go 4.
Go to go.
Adlestrop (AY-dul-strop) n.
The part of a suitcase which is designed to get snarled up on conveyor belts at airports. Some of the more modern adlestrop designs have a special "quick release" feature to enable the case to flip open at this point and fling your underclothes into the conveyor belt's gearing mechanism.
