The only way to go through life is Fucked up
By God, it looks like spring outside! I'd spend an afternoon in that, I would!
The streets of Platteville are full of this sunshine and mild temperatures.(I lurnd to spell wunce a long time ago)~*There's no spell check on this blog
We used to have viscious games of four square when we were kids. Four Square was a psychological game. And was played mostly by the girls. It was our equivalent to Dodge Ball, I think. The boys had Dodge Ball to physically mess up a fellow classmate, the girls had Four Square to psychologically mess up a classmate. It was a mind-fuck on so many levels. Whether or not you got a square or had to wait- The snide looks gotten from the more 'popular' girls when a 'less popular' girl took a square. Whether or not you'd throw the game so the popular girls would like you better bcause you didn't kick their ass. then there was the obvious mind-fucks when you try to fake somebody out with when or to whom you would bounce the ball. Hopscotch you ask? Rabbit Liquor?(Bad joke)-- We had no hopscotch. We had Four Square & Double Dutch. But you had better odds even becoming part of a game of Four Square that being let in on Double Dutch. I never learned Double Dutch, so I never tried to get in on it. If a bout of plain jump rope broke out, I was there. Down in the meadow where the green grass grows/There sits Karen as pretty as a rose/Along came Jim and kissed her on the nose/how many kisses did she get? 1.... 2..... 3..... 4.... 5.... 6... 7... 8... 9.... 10.... 11.... 12.... 13... 14.... 15..... 16.... 17....
I need to scribe a valuable blog. I really do. I know. Since this is my blog, it automatically makes it an outstanding blog. Cause I'M writing it. Buwahahahaa!
Well, I hope N gets her grade. And a good one. That prof was being a jerk. We'll string him up, By God! Then She can say goodbye to this whole horrid business of college and grades.
So you've been diddled! It's happened to us all!
It's not that, Eddy. It's the horrible realization that I must have actually enjoyed playing ping pong.
The streets of Platteville are full of this sunshine and mild temperatures.(I lurnd to spell wunce a long time ago)~*There's no spell check on this blog
We used to have viscious games of four square when we were kids. Four Square was a psychological game. And was played mostly by the girls. It was our equivalent to Dodge Ball, I think. The boys had Dodge Ball to physically mess up a fellow classmate, the girls had Four Square to psychologically mess up a classmate. It was a mind-fuck on so many levels. Whether or not you got a square or had to wait- The snide looks gotten from the more 'popular' girls when a 'less popular' girl took a square. Whether or not you'd throw the game so the popular girls would like you better bcause you didn't kick their ass. then there was the obvious mind-fucks when you try to fake somebody out with when or to whom you would bounce the ball. Hopscotch you ask? Rabbit Liquor?(Bad joke)-- We had no hopscotch. We had Four Square & Double Dutch. But you had better odds even becoming part of a game of Four Square that being let in on Double Dutch. I never learned Double Dutch, so I never tried to get in on it. If a bout of plain jump rope broke out, I was there. Down in the meadow where the green grass grows/There sits Karen as pretty as a rose/Along came Jim and kissed her on the nose/how many kisses did she get? 1.... 2..... 3..... 4.... 5.... 6... 7... 8... 9.... 10.... 11.... 12.... 13... 14.... 15..... 16.... 17....
I need to scribe a valuable blog. I really do. I know. Since this is my blog, it automatically makes it an outstanding blog. Cause I'M writing it. Buwahahahaa!
Well, I hope N gets her grade. And a good one. That prof was being a jerk. We'll string him up, By God! Then She can say goodbye to this whole horrid business of college and grades.
So you've been diddled! It's happened to us all!
It's not that, Eddy. It's the horrible realization that I must have actually enjoyed playing ping pong.
posted by Sonny Shine at 4:55 PM
1 Comments:
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