Thursday, October 14, 2010
A lot of stuff, actually, as you all know I can't keep to a topic
For some reason or the other, I absolutely love the annoying orange videos. I know I should have spelt it with a capital first letters, but I DON'T CARE. I also absolutely am in love with the song Another Day in Paradise, by Phil Collins, which I just realized I have. I just found out that I have never told my blog where I live! But that's not going to happen anytime soon, so I will leave you with the assumption that I live down the lane.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Half a person? Yes.
Well, .58, to be exact.
I was reading The Phantom Tollbooth and I came across the part where Milo meets a boy who is only .58 of himself. How people think up such insane ideas beats me. But all I can say is that I am very thankful to them. After all, where would the world be without crazy people like you and me (I don't know about you, but I'm crazy)?
I watched Paranormal Activity yesterday. I don't get why people think it's scary. It's really funny, not horrifying at all. That might also have to do with the fact that I watched it with a group of six friends, and with the lights on. Ah, well. Life is crazy.
SMELLY SOCKS
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Bubba
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local Police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba
I was reading The Phantom Tollbooth and I came across the part where Milo meets a boy who is only .58 of himself. How people think up such insane ideas beats me. But all I can say is that I am very thankful to them. After all, where would the world be without crazy people like you and me (I don't know about you, but I'm crazy)?
I watched Paranormal Activity yesterday. I don't get why people think it's scary. It's really funny, not horrifying at all. That might also have to do with the fact that I watched it with a group of six friends, and with the lights on. Ah, well. Life is crazy.
SMELLY SOCKS
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Bubba
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local Police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba
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