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So, we've come to another edition of ask me stupid questions and be too lazy to pay me
for my time. You know, I might be a bum, but I've got my own life too. Doesn't anyone ever
care about my needs?! Or is it all about the questions, and the humor? Or will it be funnier
after I've jumped off a bridge with a cinder block. I mean.... you people never think about me.
I mean, maybe I don't want to answer questions, maybe I want to do something better with
my life. I know I can't be that astronaut, but I can still have high aspiration. Who gives a damn
about my E grades? I'll tell you, I'll be something. Even if I have to be one of those SOBs
who calls you every night right as you're eating dinner or in the middle of something important,
at least I'll have a routine where I'm dead set on what I'm doing. And at least I'll be making
money for pissing people off!
**grumbles** Oh well, guess for now, I'm stuck answering these damn questions.
So, the rising gas prices huh? I haven't heard anything about the rising price of feet, so why
don't people stop complaining and just hoof it? I don't care if you have to walk 20 miles to get
to work, just stop hogging all my damn gas! And don't complain that your "feet hurt"; if they
aren't falling off yet, they can't hurt that much. Come to me and whine when you have no
feet, and maybe I'll share some of my gas with you.
As for these people who are trying to "save the environment" and "create a new form of
fuel", they're all nuts. Let everyone else have their fuels that only let their cars run for about
ten minutes before they have to plug in it with a two mile extension cord; I'll stick to my gas
thank you very much. I mean, some of these ideas are ridiculous. I mean, even I could come
up with some crazy way to run a car. Why don't we just go back to the way of the Flinestones?
They didn't whine about high gas prices, they used their feet to get where ever they went.
They also had dinosaurs as appliances, and ate eggs bigger than me, but that's besides the
point.
Seriously, it's a lost cause people. Either stop complaining, or start hoofing.
for my time. You know, I might be a bum, but I've got my own life too. Doesn't anyone ever
care about my needs?! Or is it all about the questions, and the humor? Or will it be funnier
after I've jumped off a bridge with a cinder block. I mean.... you people never think about me.
I mean, maybe I don't want to answer questions, maybe I want to do something better with
my life. I know I can't be that astronaut, but I can still have high aspiration. Who gives a damn
about my E grades? I'll tell you, I'll be something. Even if I have to be one of those SOBs
who calls you every night right as you're eating dinner or in the middle of something important,
at least I'll have a routine where I'm dead set on what I'm doing. And at least I'll be making
money for pissing people off!
**grumbles** Oh well, guess for now, I'm stuck answering these damn questions.
So, the rising gas prices huh? I haven't heard anything about the rising price of feet, so why
don't people stop complaining and just hoof it? I don't care if you have to walk 20 miles to get
to work, just stop hogging all my damn gas! And don't complain that your "feet hurt"; if they
aren't falling off yet, they can't hurt that much. Come to me and whine when you have no
feet, and maybe I'll share some of my gas with you.
As for these people who are trying to "save the environment" and "create a new form of
fuel", they're all nuts. Let everyone else have their fuels that only let their cars run for about
ten minutes before they have to plug in it with a two mile extension cord; I'll stick to my gas
thank you very much. I mean, some of these ideas are ridiculous. I mean, even I could come
up with some crazy way to run a car. Why don't we just go back to the way of the Flinestones?
They didn't whine about high gas prices, they used their feet to get where ever they went.
They also had dinosaurs as appliances, and ate eggs bigger than me, but that's besides the
point.
Seriously, it's a lost cause people. Either stop complaining, or start hoofing.
Literature
Friends
What can happen everyday
Can change your life
And change your way
The help that you might find inside
Will only help you
In certain time
Because, you see, it won't compare
To friends that help you
When you despair
They help you see the bluer skies
When all you hear
Are blacker lies
They help you laugh when you want to cry
They make you see light
When you want to die
They drag you out, when you stay in
You think you'll lose,
They make you win
So take your friends, make sure they know
That they're the ones
That make you glow.
Literature
I Love You For That
Talking to you
is safe and its sweet.
It's innocent and free.
And I love you for that.
Looking at you
gives me shortness of breath.
Makes my heart beat fast.
And I want you for that.
Being near you
makes me nervous and scared
I love your scent and aura.
And I'll always be with you for that.
Hearing your voice
fills my ears with joy
eases my heart and my mind
And I could never leave you for that.
You've destroyed my world
You've rebuilt it though
to somthing more beautiful
and I love you for that.
Literature
Friends without faces
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our
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This was the Ask The Narrator that Pat asked me to do on the rising gas prices. This was done entirely spur of the moment.
Narrator (c)- Me
Flinestones (c)- Hannah Barbara
Cinder block off bridge idea (c) to my Film Studies teacher Mr. Reale.
Narrator (c)- Me
Flinestones (c)- Hannah Barbara
Cinder block off bridge idea (c) to my Film Studies teacher Mr. Reale.
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