When outlaws told people to dance and then shot at the ground I always thought I'd be funny if people actually danced. Chances are they would get killed though.
In a previous update I suggested that Ohio had no redeeming values. I stand, sit, walk, run, climb, and jump corrected thanks to my new friend Mr. Ledges. Nelson Kennedy Ledges is an absolutely awe inspiring guy. His knowledge is vast and seemingly endless. He can see things from the tippy toppest of trees and the crevasses of inner earth. He knows what's up. He has the greenest green and it makes me envious. His rocks are jutting and he is strutting like a State Park stud he is.
How do he be the way he be? You might ask that if you were really interested in this Ohioan state park and you also needed a grammar cracker. I'll tell you friend, glaciers. The humanity that was the Titanic was completely rescinded thanks to this guy. Glaciers receded much like the hairline on most sports car driving males. Than with an erosion combo meal with wind, rain, and ice freezing and thawing we have a remarkable landscape that all should experience. (In all sincerity this was one of the coolest things I've seen in my whole life and you owe it to yourself to at least check it out.)
Indiana is good place to crash and burn on a couch for a few days. I dug in trashcans all around town and I felt vaguely like a vagrant. Soda bottles were collected for Good Samaritan recycling and aluminum cans were crushed for the main attraction of satisfaction and the side stage of capitalistic dog recycling. Mother Earth probably has the hots for me because I certainly want to do her. Mattastic and Impreston should be thanked for usage of their living room for a sleeping quarters and a place to pee at night when I was really tired and didn't feel like opening the bathroom door.
Also, in an unrelated note, I sold out. Selloutular Telecommunication Device out that is. My grand mammy decided that I needed to have another piece of electronics on my person at all times. So I mean, may as well use it. So call me. 412-465-8669 is the digital digits and even if you only have the smallest inkling to give me a ringy ding I suggest you do it. It will be an adventure over the phone! OH GEEZ.
I'm twenteeager now kids. I am a grown up. I can make my own meals and pick out what I want to wear everyday. I can't be seen doing little kid things now. Such as having fun or eating pineapples right out of the can. All you people should leave me comments on how I can be more responsible with my grown ass self. I don't just want to FIT the part of the man who wears the Daddy pants. I want to BE the part.
I am going to jump onto my pile of white horses and ride off into the sunset now. Please disregard the fact that I am scared to Betsy of those mane having monsters and would only have one if someone tricked me into it by putting a large burlap sack over it and calling it a potato. Suspend some disbelief people.
"And the tree was happy, but not really." - Shel Silverstein
Kyle Lee Hufnagel
"Battering rams? Sounds like something PETA would be really mad about."