hemepheree...
hemephereepppheeeereeee!!!
Its my word of the day. Actually, its not a word......o.k, i lied again..... it really is a word...........but only in the city of Hemephereepppheeeereeee. Its a very lovely city by the way. Maybe to some people it might be a little boring every now and then, however if you are anything like me, you can pretty much make an entertaining day out of a palindrome and yellow dental floss. (dont ask.....)
I think my brain is fried. I find myself wondering my eyes in search of something but i have no idea what it is or if it is something i even want to find. I think that maybe I will go back to Hemephereepppheeeereeee. They totally accepted me and said that i was welcome anytime. I mean, they didnt say it in the English language, they told me in Hemephereepppheeeereeeeianese. Its a lovely language. I know a little about the language and can say some cuss words, and of course, "I'm hungry", which is hemephe humphe maphe, and my favorite, "Bad Llama!",which is hemeee pheephe Bad Llama. (Yeah, i know, its like english)
And of course, i cant forget to tell you about the people there. They are awesome. I mean, they are the coolest people you could ever meet. Its like putting Lucy's personality with, uhhhhh.........a cat. (not a tiger or lion cat...but a calicote or a kitten with gray fur!!!) They do everything for you and never ask for anything in return. However, i felt really bad because they kept on serving me and i never once returned the favor. Its not because i never offered or tried to return the favor, its just that they didnt accept my gratitude. I mean, dont get me wrong they did like me.......alot.....maybe a little to much, but they just didnt see it fit for the most creative to do any labor of his own. Yeah, i know, i had a tough time accepting my title of the tribe, but they insisted i be crowned with the words, hempherere pheeee phehae, which means in English, "oh great creative tan colored one with size 10 1/2 feet!" All day long and the entire time i was there they addressed me as that. it was awkward at first, but then i got used to being called that, and i was like, OK.
At the end of the days, we would all gather around the elders, and entertain them. They would all laugh and tickle each other, (why, i dont know) and then they all would feast on soup and salads. I guess they like light food and i never once saw them eat meat. The soup was soy chicken and noodle. WEIRD! but thats how they did it.
Then the next morning, they all gathered around me, wished me hgood luck and saw me on my way home. The family i stayed with gave a purple sock and a post it note, which both are like currency there. The purple socks are like 100 dollar bills in america, and the post it notes are like silver dollars. There are not to many in circulation there.
WEll, that was my journey. And i hope to visit them again sometime, and maybe i will have to bring my own post it notes and purple socks because i saw this very cool liederhosen i want to buy the next time i am there.
Its my word of the day. Actually, its not a word......o.k, i lied again..... it really is a word...........but only in the city of Hemephereepppheeeereeee. Its a very lovely city by the way. Maybe to some people it might be a little boring every now and then, however if you are anything like me, you can pretty much make an entertaining day out of a palindrome and yellow dental floss. (dont ask.....)
I think my brain is fried. I find myself wondering my eyes in search of something but i have no idea what it is or if it is something i even want to find. I think that maybe I will go back to Hemephereepppheeeereeee. They totally accepted me and said that i was welcome anytime. I mean, they didnt say it in the English language, they told me in Hemephereepppheeeereeeeianese. Its a lovely language. I know a little about the language and can say some cuss words, and of course, "I'm hungry", which is hemephe humphe maphe, and my favorite, "Bad Llama!",which is hemeee pheephe Bad Llama. (Yeah, i know, its like english)
And of course, i cant forget to tell you about the people there. They are awesome. I mean, they are the coolest people you could ever meet. Its like putting Lucy's personality with, uhhhhh.........a cat. (not a tiger or lion cat...but a calicote or a kitten with gray fur!!!) They do everything for you and never ask for anything in return. However, i felt really bad because they kept on serving me and i never once returned the favor. Its not because i never offered or tried to return the favor, its just that they didnt accept my gratitude. I mean, dont get me wrong they did like me.......alot.....maybe a little to much, but they just didnt see it fit for the most creative to do any labor of his own. Yeah, i know, i had a tough time accepting my title of the tribe, but they insisted i be crowned with the words, hempherere pheeee phehae, which means in English, "oh great creative tan colored one with size 10 1/2 feet!" All day long and the entire time i was there they addressed me as that. it was awkward at first, but then i got used to being called that, and i was like, OK.
At the end of the days, we would all gather around the elders, and entertain them. They would all laugh and tickle each other, (why, i dont know) and then they all would feast on soup and salads. I guess they like light food and i never once saw them eat meat. The soup was soy chicken and noodle. WEIRD! but thats how they did it.
Then the next morning, they all gathered around me, wished me hgood luck and saw me on my way home. The family i stayed with gave a purple sock and a post it note, which both are like currency there. The purple socks are like 100 dollar bills in america, and the post it notes are like silver dollars. There are not to many in circulation there.
WEll, that was my journey. And i hope to visit them again sometime, and maybe i will have to bring my own post it notes and purple socks because i saw this very cool liederhosen i want to buy the next time i am there.