Hellivitican Rodeo

My friends and I went to this Hellivitican Rodeo, which just means party in the basment with the wild animals and goat beer, well anyway, it was pretty lame because you can imagine when you think of being invited that they say wild animals, and thoughts come like lion and monkey and wildbeast and such and then wnen times come and you're there, then you see the poster that says Hellicitican! Rodeo! and what's all around but rats and I mean mice, really, and maybe only fifteen of them and the Championeer, or the owner of the house, the guy with the rosy face and greasy hair says okay, now try and smash as many you can! Winner gets goat beer. HA! Well, it turns out that goat beer is just Miller Ice with the label torn off and its really old! What a dang stupid party, but we had a lot of fun especially after a few goat beers.

I read this in the paper the other day:

Someone was randomly commenting on someone else's onling brain foaming sessions page, just saying ridiculously vague, generic crap and then posting a *%$#@ commercial on top of that. Well, the other person, this is what they did: They tracked down the crap commercializer and beat them senseless and then decapitated their fingers. Heck, that means cut off the tips, man! Then they painted the commercializer with insecticide and torched them. Burne.
Don't do that.

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Under the umbrella sits a man with a sigh. He toggles his memories from 1983 to 1995. And he sees pictures of pelicans in grocery stores. Ha, that was a good year, 1994.
He sees a cat and a hound asleep under a tree. What a peaceful summer, 1993.
He can feel the strong wind and taste the cool dew. The ocean, the lawnmower, 1992.
He remembers the message: stay oot oof the sun! Lifeguard in old Glasgow, 1991.
Some joker put toothpaste on his glasses, all shiney. That darn stupid summer camp in 1990.
And the letter to his parents from the jail: I’m just fine. When really he wasn’t: 1989.
And the doctor said, Mister, you must lose the weight. That’s just what I thought, 1988.
And visiting Maryland in autumn is heaven. Of course it would be, 1987.
And when did his best friend get so drunk and sick? Oh yeah, on the cruise, 1986.
His old car, getting wrecked, so lucky to survive. That’s one big long headache, 1985.
And the graduation: as for school, well now there’s no more. That’s quite a big year, 1984.
All the other years also have things that he knows, but right now the man just wasn’t thinking of those.