Of scooters
The other public speaking TAs have started reading my journal. I'm so glad I only talked bad about them in code!
So I bought a scooter. Did i mention that yet? If not, it's probably because you're ugly and I don't care for you. But your friends are nice. And your house has beautiful paint.
So anyway, this scooter is all brrrrrrrrm and junk. And I ride it to school. And people wave. Oh how the people love me. All people. Even the Chineese. Despite years of aggression and me spelling "Chineese" wrong everytime I write it, i would say we have an above average relationship. I would also say hotdog fish cat
"hotdog fish cat"
Oh yeah, I soooo said that..
In other news, it has become more and more apparent that I will not succeed in luring these stray cats into my apartment. Damn stuck up furr monkeys! They're all nice when they want food but then as soon as they get what they want they don't want to be around me. And I just wanna pet em! They're so soft! Don't even try to deny it! Cats are soft! There, i said it!
Let's talk more about the scooter, shall we?
The scooter is a majestic beast. Peaceful by nature, but capable of defending its territory when provoked. Prone to life in the flatlands of Unhillvania, scooters are swift and gassy on level ground. They aren't, however, very capable of going up hills, though they go down them very efficiently. In fact, I would go as far to say that scooters are the only people that are made of metal and wheels and plastic and rubber and stickers in the whole world. I would also go as far as to say that I don't know what the expression "going as far as to say" really means. I also don't know what Obsequious means, even though I look it up nearly everyday.
In conclusion, remember the days that doth passed, for they are gone. And we are here, talking, sitting, drinking lemondrink in the cool summer sun. Reflecting, pausing to acknowledge. Fish wave. We wave back. "hello fish," we announce. The fish don't respond. Perhaps they don't speak English. Damn German fish, we yell. We yell a lot. That's why people don't hang around us. That and the flatulence. And the stabbing. People hate to be stabbed. People are jerks.
10$ for anyone who captures a cat for me to pet!
So I bought a scooter. Did i mention that yet? If not, it's probably because you're ugly and I don't care for you. But your friends are nice. And your house has beautiful paint.
So anyway, this scooter is all brrrrrrrrm and junk. And I ride it to school. And people wave. Oh how the people love me. All people. Even the Chineese. Despite years of aggression and me spelling "Chineese" wrong everytime I write it, i would say we have an above average relationship. I would also say hotdog fish cat
"hotdog fish cat"
Oh yeah, I soooo said that..
In other news, it has become more and more apparent that I will not succeed in luring these stray cats into my apartment. Damn stuck up furr monkeys! They're all nice when they want food but then as soon as they get what they want they don't want to be around me. And I just wanna pet em! They're so soft! Don't even try to deny it! Cats are soft! There, i said it!
Let's talk more about the scooter, shall we?
The scooter is a majestic beast. Peaceful by nature, but capable of defending its territory when provoked. Prone to life in the flatlands of Unhillvania, scooters are swift and gassy on level ground. They aren't, however, very capable of going up hills, though they go down them very efficiently. In fact, I would go as far to say that scooters are the only people that are made of metal and wheels and plastic and rubber and stickers in the whole world. I would also go as far as to say that I don't know what the expression "going as far as to say" really means. I also don't know what Obsequious means, even though I look it up nearly everyday.
In conclusion, remember the days that doth passed, for they are gone. And we are here, talking, sitting, drinking lemondrink in the cool summer sun. Reflecting, pausing to acknowledge. Fish wave. We wave back. "hello fish," we announce. The fish don't respond. Perhaps they don't speak English. Damn German fish, we yell. We yell a lot. That's why people don't hang around us. That and the flatulence. And the stabbing. People hate to be stabbed. People are jerks.
10$ for anyone who captures a cat for me to pet!