
we were never allowed to
leave school for lunch. in fact, we weren’t allowed to leave school without written permission, five hall passes, a signed contract, and God’s personal stamp of approval. the only time we did, was a few days before graduation. we had the first (and last?) Trokey Parade. basically it was all the seniors (and a few not-seniors such as my brother) who decorated their cars and drove around arnold. there was only one accident, and
my brother was involved. good job, kev.
the newest high-paying career is, apparently, librarian
so what happens if you get a spam message with this subject: new anti-spam software available now! ?
last week’s most-watched cable channels were:
FOX News - the war (my personal favorite)
CNN - the war (yeah, ok)
Nickelodeon - a two-hour special running of Spongebob Squarepants
it’s good to know the important things in society, like pink starfish and crabby patties (ok i admit it, i watched it too)
famous brothel owner makes offer: I want to give a first-class ticket to anyone who keeps talking about, ‘If this happens, I’m leaving the United States.’ Like Alec Baldwin. Because talk like that demoralizes the troops on the battlefield. I’ll pay for their ticket—providing they don’t come back.
there’s just something about a giant pumpkin that makes people real happy - yeah. whatever. and who the heck is spending money for fiberglass versions??
my birthday approacheth - you can buy me this
why don’t i like my kids playing guns? after all it’s just innocent fun, right? absolutely