A Day In The Life (Part XVII): On The Year Of The Rabbit
wel, i tride az harde az i kud toe kontrol mie feelingz.
i waitud ann i waitud.
bute stil.
wun o-klocke...?
steem koming oute uv mie eerz.
toe o-klocke...?
stil steem, withe a littul bitt uv wat ime shur wuz solide outraige. (ate leeste i thinke ite wuz outraige. watevur ite wuz sertinlee hurte win ite hitt mee oan thee hed. altho ite wuz shaipd liake jitturz hairbrushe, ime stil prettee shur ite wuz outeraige.)
thre o-klocke...?
note soe muche steem, bekuz i wuz prettee dehidratud bie thiz tiame, bute stil a faire amounte uv angree moiasture. (ann alsoe jitturz hairbrushe. we wil definitlee bee havinge wurdz laitur.)
foure o-klocke...?
donte evun gitt mee startud abote foure o-klocke.
fiave o-klocke...?
letz jeste saye thet itz a gud thinge ime fairelee evun tempurd, ore ther wud hav bin TRUBUL!!
sixe o-klocke...?
wel okae, i hadd dinnur ate sixe o-klocke. bute i wuz stil veree angree!!
sevun o-klocke...?
'Amerikas Funniest Hoame Injureez' iz oan ate sevun, soe i wuz prettee bizee withe thet, bute i wuz darnde madd duringe thee kommercials!
eighte o-klocke...?
wel i hadd toe hav thet talke withe jitturz, didnte i? i wuz prettee madd ate himm, soe thet totalee kountz.
niane o-klocke...?
aftur muche introspektion, i wuz redee toe artikulate mie thotz, wiche wer az followz:
*ahemflick*
WHERZ THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL??
I WANTE THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL!! ANN IFFE U DONTE GIV MEE THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL, IME GOINGE TOE HOLDE MIE BRETHE UNTILE U DOE!!
*Disclamer*
I told Mister Buzzy that he would probably be sorry he said that, but he said that I was just lording it over him and that I can just take my stupid old year and- well anyway, I told him. He's still going to blame me, but at least I tried.
And I didn't throw the harebrush, I dropped it. From upstairs. It was an accident, and I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as Mister Buzzy says I did.
-Jitters
i waitud ann i waitud.
bute stil.
wun o-klocke...?
steem koming oute uv mie eerz.
toe o-klocke...?
stil steem, withe a littul bitt uv wat ime shur wuz solide outraige. (ate leeste i thinke ite wuz outraige. watevur ite wuz sertinlee hurte win ite hitt mee oan thee hed. altho ite wuz shaipd liake jitturz hairbrushe, ime stil prettee shur ite wuz outeraige.)
thre o-klocke...?
note soe muche steem, bekuz i wuz prettee dehidratud bie thiz tiame, bute stil a faire amounte uv angree moiasture. (ann alsoe jitturz hairbrushe. we wil definitlee bee havinge wurdz laitur.)
foure o-klocke...?
donte evun gitt mee startud abote foure o-klocke.
fiave o-klocke...?
letz jeste saye thet itz a gud thinge ime fairelee evun tempurd, ore ther wud hav bin TRUBUL!!
sixe o-klocke...?
wel okae, i hadd dinnur ate sixe o-klocke. bute i wuz stil veree angree!!
sevun o-klocke...?
'Amerikas Funniest Hoame Injureez' iz oan ate sevun, soe i wuz prettee bizee withe thet, bute i wuz darnde madd duringe thee kommercials!
eighte o-klocke...?
wel i hadd toe hav thet talke withe jitturz, didnte i? i wuz prettee madd ate himm, soe thet totalee kountz.
niane o-klocke...?
aftur muche introspektion, i wuz redee toe artikulate mie thotz, wiche wer az followz:
*ahemflick*
WHERZ THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL??
I WANTE THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL!! ANN IFFE U DONTE GIV MEE THEE YEER UV THEE SKWERL, IME GOINGE TOE HOLDE MIE BRETHE UNTILE U DOE!!
*Disclamer*
I told Mister Buzzy that he would probably be sorry he said that, but he said that I was just lording it over him and that I can just take my stupid old year and- well anyway, I told him. He's still going to blame me, but at least I tried.
And I didn't throw the harebrush, I dropped it. From upstairs. It was an accident, and I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as Mister Buzzy says I did.
-Jitters