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A yawning abyss... for kids!
|  Lonely Cloudby Laurence Trundle Lawrence   December 8, 2003 I wandered lonely as a cloud,
it was Halloween and I had about sixty pounds of cotton glued to my leotards. And nobody wanted to trick or treat with a kid who was dressed up like a that. Needless to say, being seven sucked bad. The stars shone down like Christmas lights all flashing in crazy sequences that made me nauseous and I got sick on the tree stand. That was on Christmas, but the stars made me sick like that too. If there'd been a tree stand there I can't say I wouldn't have sicked on it but that would have been pretty weird to see on Halloween unless it was holding up a pumpkin tree or something. So to recap, I was a lonely seven-year-old cloud and I almost barfed. But then I saw a shitload of flowers like at least seven possibly more. And I thought of how if I ate all those flowers maybe I could fly. Hey, I was seven. But then this guy in a wife-beater popped out his door and started yelling about how he was going to punt my little ass across the street if I didn't stop eating all his flowers. So I hauled ass fastly as a cloud that doesn't want to get its ass kicked by a bigger cloud and ran all the way to my cloud house. But even now, when huger pangs sometimes I think of having a flower burrito or something. When the florist has his back turned Quick! Hey screw you, man I never liked your flower shop anyway. Quote of the Day“To sleep, perchance to dream. As long as I do not dream of being pursued by that creepy Duracell robot family, for that shit was truly too much for a soul to endure.”-Robert Shakenspear Fortune 500 CookieDo not take the road less traveled, 'cause the toll is complete bullshit. If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you? Your mother will finally find out this week. Two brutal assaults is a coincidence, three is a lack of self-control. Expect to be broken hearted this week, as the writing on the bathroom wall foretold. Lucky numbers all make a sum of 9.Try again later. Least Popular Baby |
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