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Hey everyone. Up-and-coming: another exciting entry from your greatest friend. That would be me.
So yesterday I woke up to the sound of some dude dressed up as a giant rotting slice of canteloupe kncoking on my bedroom WINDOW. I hollered at him to leave me in peace, after all it was only 11 AM. So I went back to sleep and when I woke up it was dark out. That's right, dark. So I thought "How strange, I must have slept too long and I guess the sun went down."
"Alas," thought I, "I've wasted the entire day. I guess I'll be sure to make use of the entire night."
Thus I heaved myself out of bed and crawled down the hall and into the room I'm in RIGHT NOW. I looked at the digital clock: 2 PM. "Why did my clock stop!" I thought. Then I noticed it was moving. "WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE," I demanded of the refrigerator. No answer. I decided to call my best friend, Franz, and ask him if he was having a normal day.
WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE. Wait. WHO AM I? What is the deal. Who am I. WHAT AM I DOING?
Oh righto sorry I'm Gregor and I'm updating my lame blog.
So I called my friend Franz and he said:
"Oh yes, quite a normal, lazy afternoon." Afternoon? I went out the back door and sure enough, it was a balmy Saturday afternoon.
What happened, is what I wanted to know. This is what happened: THAT MAN who had been dressed as a giant rotting slice of canteloupe had painted every window in my house black, black as Grendel's Aunt Jody's eyelash. What an evil prank. So to all you friends out there, please do deliver a beating to that punk if ever you see him.
So yesterday I woke up to the sound of some dude dressed up as a giant rotting slice of canteloupe kncoking on my bedroom WINDOW. I hollered at him to leave me in peace, after all it was only 11 AM. So I went back to sleep and when I woke up it was dark out. That's right, dark. So I thought "How strange, I must have slept too long and I guess the sun went down."
"Alas," thought I, "I've wasted the entire day. I guess I'll be sure to make use of the entire night."
Thus I heaved myself out of bed and crawled down the hall and into the room I'm in RIGHT NOW. I looked at the digital clock: 2 PM. "Why did my clock stop!" I thought. Then I noticed it was moving. "WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE," I demanded of the refrigerator. No answer. I decided to call my best friend, Franz, and ask him if he was having a normal day.
WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE. Wait. WHO AM I? What is the deal. Who am I. WHAT AM I DOING?
Oh righto sorry I'm Gregor and I'm updating my lame blog.
So I called my friend Franz and he said:
"Oh yes, quite a normal, lazy afternoon." Afternoon? I went out the back door and sure enough, it was a balmy Saturday afternoon.
What happened, is what I wanted to know. This is what happened: THAT MAN who had been dressed as a giant rotting slice of canteloupe had painted every window in my house black, black as Grendel's Aunt Jody's eyelash. What an evil prank. So to all you friends out there, please do deliver a beating to that punk if ever you see him.