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Oh my God, I don't know how to update this thing without you all thinking I'm really crazy.
Well, yesterday dad and pat brought Grace to Jazz Fest to see this kiddie group, imagination something or other, and they got her a blue snowball (like your Yankee snowcone, only more finely shaved). They weren't paying attention and after a while the snowball melted into blue slush. That's about when Grace decided to cool off by dumping the whole thing on herself. She was a freaking Smurf! Her clothes were so soaked through they had to throw them away right there. Well, now they've got a blue baby girl in nothing but a diaper. So my dad had to carry this blue naked baby across the fairgrounds to a shirt vendor to get my little sister some cover.
Next we come to my brother. Last week he was on his Senior trip to Disney World when we had a major storm. Unfortunately, he was not around when the water got so high, it flooded his car. Today me and dad went to Mandeville to see what we could do. We changed the oil (thankfully, no water was in the oil pan), we jumped the battery, and added some high-octane gas to kick start the Civic. It came to life and died in minutes. So we tried again, this time the car fired off a lot of smoke, but it worked. It seems some water got in the fuel line and the high-octane gas allowed the engine the necessary heat to burn it out. Sadly though, there's still water on the floor, and fungus. I spent a lot of my afternoon bailing his car out and trying to disinfect all his gear in the car. This meant his textbooks (which will double in size when introduced to water and get wedged under the seat), shirts, and his Bowie record. Tomorrow, we're going to let the sun do most of the work. Yes, I know Taylor should have done it himself, but he's lazy.
Finally, me and Taylor lost the remote to our tv. Seeing as how neither of us felt like getting up and manually changing the channels, we left it on the original channel, Food Network. We set through 2 freaking hours of pie. Yeah, pie. Did you know there's actually an American Pie Council? And pie circles around the country? I kept thinking to myself what do these people do when they come across a young punk trying to muscle their way in to the upper echelons of Piedom with unorthodox pies? Do they have the punk whacked? Seriously, I can see one of these 40-year-old women on tv coming up behind a newcomer and strangling them with piano wire. If you ever see a person hanging from the balcony of a convention center with a pie in the face, you know it was the American Pie Council (if there's no pie you can assume it was the mafia).
So after 2 hours of pie, me and Taylor hopped in his we car and made for the only open supermarket for, yeah, pie. It sucked. My night is ruined.
No, i'm not high.
Well, yesterday dad and pat brought Grace to Jazz Fest to see this kiddie group, imagination something or other, and they got her a blue snowball (like your Yankee snowcone, only more finely shaved). They weren't paying attention and after a while the snowball melted into blue slush. That's about when Grace decided to cool off by dumping the whole thing on herself. She was a freaking Smurf! Her clothes were so soaked through they had to throw them away right there. Well, now they've got a blue baby girl in nothing but a diaper. So my dad had to carry this blue naked baby across the fairgrounds to a shirt vendor to get my little sister some cover.
Next we come to my brother. Last week he was on his Senior trip to Disney World when we had a major storm. Unfortunately, he was not around when the water got so high, it flooded his car. Today me and dad went to Mandeville to see what we could do. We changed the oil (thankfully, no water was in the oil pan), we jumped the battery, and added some high-octane gas to kick start the Civic. It came to life and died in minutes. So we tried again, this time the car fired off a lot of smoke, but it worked. It seems some water got in the fuel line and the high-octane gas allowed the engine the necessary heat to burn it out. Sadly though, there's still water on the floor, and fungus. I spent a lot of my afternoon bailing his car out and trying to disinfect all his gear in the car. This meant his textbooks (which will double in size when introduced to water and get wedged under the seat), shirts, and his Bowie record. Tomorrow, we're going to let the sun do most of the work. Yes, I know Taylor should have done it himself, but he's lazy.
Finally, me and Taylor lost the remote to our tv. Seeing as how neither of us felt like getting up and manually changing the channels, we left it on the original channel, Food Network. We set through 2 freaking hours of pie. Yeah, pie. Did you know there's actually an American Pie Council? And pie circles around the country? I kept thinking to myself what do these people do when they come across a young punk trying to muscle their way in to the upper echelons of Piedom with unorthodox pies? Do they have the punk whacked? Seriously, I can see one of these 40-year-old women on tv coming up behind a newcomer and strangling them with piano wire. If you ever see a person hanging from the balcony of a convention center with a pie in the face, you know it was the American Pie Council (if there's no pie you can assume it was the mafia).
So after 2 hours of pie, me and Taylor hopped in his we car and made for the only open supermarket for, yeah, pie. It sucked. My night is ruined.
No, i'm not high.