Here is everything we would be writing in the next two or something weeks if we could...please, do not attempt to read more than one day at a time...
Wednesday the first,
We were born under a wandering star...
Thursday the second,
Home is where the howard is.
Friday the third,
"You fired!" girl one with crooked finger.
"No! You fired!" girl two with snotty look.
"No, we’re fired!" both together with hysterical giggles.
Dreams dreams dreams, all dreams.
Saturday the fourth,
Yesterday, work was just a silly game to play. Now it seems as though it’s here to stay, oh we believe in Yesterday..."you fired!" seriously…
Sunday the fifth,
Go team! Go! What a stupid call ref! Here’s some more cream soda. TACKLE HIM! TACKLE HIM! Ahhhhh no! SAcK hiM sACk hIm! Go for the touch down! You idiot! Losers limp! You’re fired!
Monday the sixth,
Bummer, oh well, cheers to the winners, and two for the losers!
Tuesday the seventh,
The silly sisters are finally resigned to their ten-x-ten foot jail.
Wednesday the eighth,
The beginning of the end; it’s all down hill from here.
Thursday the ninth,
Everyday it’s a getting closer, coming faster than a roller coaster.
Friday the tenth,
The silly sisters decided that they don’t really want to leave, for it has not be an unhappy ten-x-ten feet...
Saturday the eleventh,
Mental break down...oh, that can be terribly misread. What we were trying to say is, the silly sisters mentally tore down the booth for Sunday.
Sunday the twelfth,
Let the pacing begin...or rather, continue for another hour.
Monday the thirteenth,
The beginning of the 24 hours.
Tuesday the fourteenth,
Pit stop in the cities for the youngest child and the favorite mothers dates. Happy S.A.D. (Singles Awareness Day) day everyone! Hey, all singles, buy some chocolates for yourself, you’ll cease to regret the action after a few hours of indulgence.
Wednesday the fifteenth,
What? Is no one home to greet us? Why are not we ourselves at home? By george, this is an out rage! That’s 36 hours...and we dare not predict anymore...and you’re all a bunch of cheaters for reading this all at once. This was a test! And you’ve all read it too fast...well now you’ll just be bored here for the next um-teen days...but we have every confidence that you’ll all find sufficient reading material elsewhere in the meantime.
6 comments:
mmmmm- creme soda
"Home is where the Jeffry is." (the dog of the house)
Well web 3...you certainly have a handle on those newsy news girls. You should try tossing some fresh walleye their way...i'm sure they would devour that faster than iced animal crackers.
Continue bugging them about that internet portal. They are missing alllll the BIG news!
Definitely go for the microwave corn dogs. They are my daughters favorite, she's 4 she would know.
Hello. I have never done this before, but while standing in line at a fast food store, a nice man gave me a note that he said was handed to him by a girl at a rodeo who said she got it from a clown at a circus who got it from a fisherman in Ocean City who got it from a pilot at O'Hare airport who got it from an amish man in a buggy in Pennsylvania. The note had instructions of how to get to this web site and do some clicks and stuff. It also said to type the following: "A note from the Editors: To: Our poor, poor fans. This note comes to you by a randomly selected carrier and since we didn't select Fedex randomly, we have no idea how soon this note will reach you and in what shape. (note from poster-it was a rectangle) We only want to state: We are, as always, the Newsy News editors and Staff. Dated February 4th, 2006.
Good bye!
By the way, thats a terrible ending!
We do apoligize but the favorite father had already packed us neatly in the middle of the van.
Nice green Kayake!
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