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I am not aloud to be surprised, regarding gifts. I don't know why, but I can't; no shock and awe for me. I was talk to my brother on the tele and he told me ooh mom's got a surprise for you in your package. I was immediately pissed because now I knew I was getting something else of the unknown in my package. I would have loved to open my apartment door to receive my package open it and be delightfully surprised to discover there would be more then I had anticipated. So, I immediately began to wonder what else was in my package. I had a few ideas. My brother kept telling me don’t worry you will never guess what it is, yet I thought of it before he even finished the above proclamation. Then, when the package did arrive because I knew something else was in it I could help but notice that on the customs form it said clothing. I knew for sure what it was then. It would have been one of the best surprises ever! It is a t shirt! I just had to try it on; I could contain my quivering knees anymore. Surprised I was not able to be because the shirt was gargantchwuann. Another instance where I was unable to be surprised was my previous birthday or two ago. A week before my birthday my brother and I where in walmart in the food centre because we had no food, accordingly. He grabbed some hot dogs and I told him I didn’t want them. He said “I thought you liked hot dogs.” I said I do but I’m just growing a little tired of hot dogs. He said oh well I guess I need to call mom then. My mom had purchased me a toast that cooks two hot dogs and two buns at a time. It is the coolest gift in the world, and it would have been such a neat surprise, but I again was robbed of the delightful emotion of surprise. Wow I am having such déjà vu experience right now its not even funny. I was going to type the sentence (and I’m not even surprised by that) but I saw the visual picture beforehand my eyes are so fucked up. I have way too many instances of those. The other instance of nonsurprising happened over 8 years. Christmas time, this is partially my own fault in some instances because I would look to see my gift before wrapage would occur. However, my dad and step mother, aka “D” and the “B”; would not even surprise my brother and I on Christmas. I did not necessarily need to receive some grand present every year but once in a while so I could smile with glee on Christmas morning. No! If I wasn’t something “BIG” I had to pay for half of it. I guess it helped me learn how to spend and save money, but I was stoned of being able to feel true surprise. Like when you give your parents your Christmas list and you wonder what you’re going to get. D and the B would say ‘we’ll get you this but you have to pay for half of it.
Pete is what they called this clever feller
They called hi this like non other
Sit a while and I will tell you why my brother
He woke every morning, fresh and a new
Gods gift to heaven - a special brew
He would see blue velvet skies, moonpies, along the dockside
Pete is what they called this clever feller
They called hi this like non other
Sit a while and I will tell you why my brother
He woke every morning, fresh and a new
Gods gift to heaven - a special brew
He would see blue velvet skies, moonpies, along the dockside