One day, Sid and me were hurling chunks of alphebet soup down the street. We got bored and skateboarded on some earrings. Then a catatonic orange rolled near us and didn't say anything. Just sorta stared at nowhere. We promptly took out our video camaras and taped two dogs having a toilet fight. Bill laughed. At any rate, we ended up with sand stuck to everything and Greg's armadillo was just lying there, not moving. Suddenly, killer bees from Austria began to do really normal things with scotch tape and go "Zeep, nip, yech, reep." We thought this odd, so we began to flip through pages of "The sun also rises." almost at random. Everyone was wearing sweaterjeans and picking lint out of their hair. I rammed it down further and Joey said "Hey, y'know..." but I didn't really listen to him. I wore my big spiral tennis shoes and net-lace pants and my table-leg shirt. "Quite jaques coustou," my bud Jeff remarked resciliantly. "Hey, Barb" Jon said. Suddenly, Jamie started screaming hysterically cause therewas a small turd in the middle of his glass floor. For no apparent reason, Greg put pennies in his eyes and began snorting dog fur. "Damn" I quickly stuffed tissue and recited. "You really don't care about cheese and alternatives to accounting cycles, do you?"
THE CHEDDER SNACK RUG
(OK, END IF YOU LIKE, IF YOU WANNA BE BORING ABOUT IT...GAWD)