| Someone needs to update her little thing here...
Cause it's been a while...
heh heh heh , I love knowing her password |
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| Ok... I'm updating because Nick asked me to....
So, now I'm going to continue to study for chemistry which is what's new in my life...
Love you,
Anna |
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| Peter was a small boy, born and raised in south Detriot. He took
the midnight train going anywhere. After Knoxville, however, he
realized he was out of money, so he decided to become a country music
star, as is the tendency of people in Knoxville. He told this to
the conductors on the train, so that they would not realize he had paid
for no train ticket at all, let alone all of the burbon he drank.
Thus began Peter's life as a country star.
Peter soon ran into a problem, though. He was quite homely, which
could be remedied with a hat and sunglasses. This took care of
half of his problems. More importantly though, Peter had no
descernable talent at anything having to do with music
whatsoever. He began taking banjo lessons from an old man who had
five teeth and was named Gollum Oleary. Gollum was absolutly
mortified that Peter Jackson had made the Lord of the Rings movies with
the character named Gollum. Peter asked what his parents were
smoking when they named their child Gollum, and Gollum thought for
exactly eighteen minutes. He had no idea why they did that to
him, and promptly killed himself, as is the tendency of people in
Knoxville.
Now Peter had no money, no way to be a country music star, and no cure
for the crabs that Gollum somehow gave him, despite the fact that he
had never physically came in contact with Peter. Peter also
realized that his name was a slang term for a penis, which led him to
change it. He decided upon Al, since he figured that would be an
easy name for a country music star to have. He strolled through
the park and happened upon an old man. Look at that man, Al
thought to himself, eating candy like a Spaniard. Al decided he
could not let his life turn out that way. He also decided to
clear his mind by chasing birds for a few hours, as is the tendency of
people in Knoxville.
Al met a man named Jesus the next day. Although Jesus was in no
way related to God, he convinced Al that he was indeed a deity.
Al believed him, and vowed to one day grow a beard to raise special
holy birds in for Jesus. He though Jesus was on to
something. Al began to stand on boxes and yell at the top of his
lungs, and even through his innane ramblings, he got elected to
congress. Al now had a job.
He teamed up with Bill, whose monosyllabic name and similar rise in the
political world prompted a quick friendship. Al, before he knew
it, was Vice President, which gave him a chance to bone up on his banjo
lessons at the expense of the taxpayers. He decided he would like
more time as an elected offical, and since the White House had a
remarkable drape scheme, Al ran for president. He lost,
however. Why did that happen? Al wondered. Because i did
not stand on a box and yell at people, he immediatly knew. Al
tried to get back in touch with Jesus, but could not. He decided
to grow his beard though, and keep his promise.
The moral of the story? Never ever live in Knoxville.
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| OK... So, I've got to do my Christmas shopping and I want all of you to tell me exactly what you want for Christmas (stay reasonable!). So, leave a comment with your Xmas wish list :) |
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