powderpuff

today at brookline high school, the junior girls will play the senior girls in a game of "two hand touch" football. the games usually resemble guerilla warfare however, with female feminity replaced by ferocious fighting. i have just listened to kids chant "ohhhh-niiiine!" for close to an hour. they have been booty shaking like crazy and i feel like a patsy, for i de-clined to take part. perhaps the rear end times are near. butt, that is a conversation for another day.
the step team also performed. these are young girls who can clap their hands at an alarmingly fast rate. there was also break dancing (or is it brake?) i was left to wonder; doesn't anyone square dance anymore. that dance is as easy as pie, which i would eat in 3.14 seconds if one was available. steve, you may wonder what my angle is here, but there is a formula to my seven steps to success. i metco alot of people who didn't know what i was up to, who questioned my motives, but i've been brown for so long, because i am board with education. so, i came up with a new approach, which i cologne when i need to. you may perfume with anger toward me if you like, but i will teller you ed, this is how i feel. i was telling my taylor, whose name is james, how sweet it is to finally be myself. james is one of danitest people i know, and very strong willed. he wears the pants in his family, as he refuses to take in his wife's slacks. i remember herr always wearing sam's shorts. sam ran a club which was the best buy in town. sam was goody at what he did. he was always willing to lend a learned hand, and judging by his popularity, he helped many to realize their dreams. he had me over his holmes several times. once i went to his house for dinner with eddie, oliver, and wendell. it was a supreme meal, as sam held court on a variety of subjects, including the true size of milton berle's penis. (i've heard it was even bigger than dick's johnson) yes, sam was a diamond in the rough, and i neil down and pray that all will go well for him. for, sometimes people try to strongarm him, because he is a nice guy. nice guys are often finnish. that was probably the last thing you thought i would say.
david, there is no more water in the wells, so fetch me a pitcher of water for my padre. don't make me have to strike you. ohh g-d, what has become of this blog? why am i writing just to write? i can see clearly now that i have nothing to say, but yet, i don't wan't to step out and be gone while the rainn wilson is still falling. so, i nash my teeth like the johnny come lately i am, and perservere, pulling out more putrid puns which punish my pathetic following. dear reader, how do you mellish the courage to read these mindless meanderings, this mental masturbation?
i should be outside, taking a walk. i should be listening to music, or reading a book. at this very moment, i need to take a shit, and yet, i continue to put my finger to the keyboard, and type, hoping in vain that something will come of it. i raven, filling the screen with words that no one will lou reid. may be i was born free to be wild, but that is a side issue. otis is nonsense. i should be docked for sitting here. i should be under an oak tree, redding my made love got war, a solomon book which was quite popular at burke high school. bunny i should think of that now. my, how my ideas have negroned over these past few lines. martha, i am rooting for the detroit lines tomorrow, although it is likely the packer defense will allow them nowhere to run and nowhere to hyde. to be frankenstein, the packer defense is a monster, and .com what mae, it will likely help them arnett a victory. speaking of sports, the dodgers will likely attain more victorres now that they have a new manager. nomar losing seasons for them, that for shore, dinah. speaking of which, the iraqi dinah isn't worthy what it used to be, james. in the old days, iran to a dinar and would load up for a small sum. sum of these days, you'll know what i'm talking about.
for the moment, even i don't know what i'm talking about.
so i guess i'll stop.