A nun, a black guy, a Longhorn's fan, a monkey, a Democrat, and Elton John walk into a bar...
Fact:
Today is Thursday.
Tommorow will be Friday.
School is today.
School is not tommorow.
School is not two weeks.
It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again.
Bees like honey.
So what does this all mean? After weeks of being taunted and grunging schoolwork, it is finally MY Spring Break sucka! That's right all you other people out there, it's my turn. You all had your go in March, well APRIL IS MY MONTH NOW! Even though March is cooler...I mean, YOU ALL SUCK!!! (I love you).
My kinda old school friend, Bob Dole (Justin), mentioned something about seeing something somewhere at some time. I look forward to it with a fiery passion. Right now I'm sitting in the PZTV lab, home of Panther Zone Television. In here we do all kinds of stuff, but mostly broadcast the school news every Friday just aboot. For all you Texarkanians out there, it's like a smaller version of Tiger Vision, without the 1,000 dollar graphics slapped around every 2.3 seconds. Don't get me wrong, we still have keen thingmajigs that we gotta take 'extra' care of, but nonetheless it's still pretty cool. Speaking of which, I just got done with my report. I am the, worst, reporter, ever. But it's all good, it's all about screwing up on camera and making it funny. That's my motto.
Through non-obliging I've been jamming to Flogging Molly all over again (Many thanks to Craig, me and the entire country of Peru thank you) in which, started the Irish craze. It might be the springtime air or all the clovers that're now growing all over the place, but whatever it is everyone wants this cd now, making this sort of love craving for Irish folklore and/or bands. This makes my heart fly (and my bladder, bursting with emotion) to hear the streets chant 'Flogging Molly' over and over, but every now and then we get a 'Show us your boobs!' screamer somewhere. Whats that all aboot?
Being as it may, it being my Spring Break time means lots o free time to do things. Texarkana here I come. Then again I'd really like to hang out with Nikki (girlfriend) a whole lot more, I mean fo rizzle people. We're tighter than duct tapped super glue over fly paper. Hmm...kinky. With that I say:
Goodbye, Winsconsin!
"Let your anger, be like a monkey in a pinatta. Hiding with the candy, hoping the little children won't break through with the sticks!" -Kung Pow
Today is Thursday.
Tommorow will be Friday.
School is today.
School is not tommorow.
School is not two weeks.
It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again.
Bees like honey.
So what does this all mean? After weeks of being taunted and grunging schoolwork, it is finally MY Spring Break sucka! That's right all you other people out there, it's my turn. You all had your go in March, well APRIL IS MY MONTH NOW! Even though March is cooler...I mean, YOU ALL SUCK!!! (I love you).
My kinda old school friend, Bob Dole (Justin), mentioned something about seeing something somewhere at some time. I look forward to it with a fiery passion. Right now I'm sitting in the PZTV lab, home of Panther Zone Television. In here we do all kinds of stuff, but mostly broadcast the school news every Friday just aboot. For all you Texarkanians out there, it's like a smaller version of Tiger Vision, without the 1,000 dollar graphics slapped around every 2.3 seconds. Don't get me wrong, we still have keen thingmajigs that we gotta take 'extra' care of, but nonetheless it's still pretty cool. Speaking of which, I just got done with my report. I am the, worst, reporter, ever. But it's all good, it's all about screwing up on camera and making it funny. That's my motto.
Through non-obliging I've been jamming to Flogging Molly all over again (Many thanks to Craig, me and the entire country of Peru thank you) in which, started the Irish craze. It might be the springtime air or all the clovers that're now growing all over the place, but whatever it is everyone wants this cd now, making this sort of love craving for Irish folklore and/or bands. This makes my heart fly (and my bladder, bursting with emotion) to hear the streets chant 'Flogging Molly' over and over, but every now and then we get a 'Show us your boobs!' screamer somewhere. Whats that all aboot?
Being as it may, it being my Spring Break time means lots o free time to do things. Texarkana here I come. Then again I'd really like to hang out with Nikki (girlfriend) a whole lot more, I mean fo rizzle people. We're tighter than duct tapped super glue over fly paper. Hmm...kinky. With that I say:
Goodbye, Winsconsin!
"Let your anger, be like a monkey in a pinatta. Hiding with the candy, hoping the little children won't break through with the sticks!" -Kung Pow