just got out of science class, which is taught by miss juo, pronounced jew-ohh. her first name is jazzmin, a typical chinese name. it seems her parentis, who were christian, hated jazz, which they referred to as "the music of the devil." so, to spite them, she calls herself jazzmin. this story is george bushit. her name is jazzmin though. but, what is in a name? why, letters of course, with the first letter in caps. i thought i wood shoot that line at you. did it nick you? well, go homo then and get some ice, baby. then eat the gillis from the fish and remember that g-d created adam and eve, not adam and steve.
question...if g-d did not create adam and steve, why are there so many homosexuals running around? and not just running around, for they are walking, taking the bus, and driving as well. even marvin is gaye. once i found him making out with another mann, my uncle thomas. i caught them in the act three scene five, and exclaimed "what's going on?" isaiah, it was one of the strangest things i've seen this side of knick wood. at the end, they smoked a fag.
i was in new york last year. i got a keach at a dalai, and then ate lama chops. i put it in on my credit card bill, which won't withers away, no matter how much i pay. but you probably don't have much interest in this, do you? perhaps i should keep these lines to a minimum, and only use them about 5% of the time, for if i keep wasting time with these big puns, i will probably get crushed and mortage my future. but sadly, i can't get past them, so i hope you will accept them as a present from me to you.
math is next. what is pie? 3.14. halle said it has berries in it. i'm nuts about her. when i see her, i am going to give her a beer hug. oh, you can wine about these gags if you want, but i can sink j lower. i have only begun to fight fight fight it with all of your might. billy may have arranged that tune for sinatra, and while you can dance around this if you want, i am in the dark and i hope to find the light switch just in time to sea my carribean queen of denial.
i cry a river over you. yes, i know you think i bitch and joan too much, butt it's not easy always being at the end of my rope. i tried to eat from the tree of knowledge and got hung up on whether god exists. i decided he exists, but that he only works part time. ahh, he is shifty.
what will become of me? i suppose i will rot. you've got to hold on to what you rot. will jennifer send me a garland of red roses, or will she be stern, and remember what i stiff i am? if i only had the will to carry on. i was gonna spring my will on you, but i didn't know who to leaf my things to after i fall. i took the fall for my friend jonathan last winters when he stole a kiss from 108 different girls who didn't appreciate it. i took the rape for him, and put an oral reaf around roberts, who was caught robin a store. i came to her aide when she stole a para pants in brookline. she must have been high at the time. well, i suppose this blog has not developed in a professional manor. so i will have to live out my life with dreams of yesterday, even though i can't stop loving courtney, who i played with in the sanders once, but that was once upon a time, very long ago. once upon a virgil hill, i sat beneath the tree rollins of knowledge with sonny hill in a park in philly, and we wilted under the sun, thinking of the 20,000 girls that got away, particularly judy, a girl who was always chasing a sale at rainbows over in downtown. i don't know why i am telloing you this, for there are so many gaps in this tail that i probably should just butt out and bring this boring ass story to an end. that would be the donkey to my success. ohh, if i could only stop horsing around.
well, i suppose i shouldn't harpo on the past. in any case, my duck soup and bananas are ready, so i am gonna go. take this blog and run.
see ya
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