Santa is a fag?
Wuz listenin to Ernie Baron's "Knowledge is power" program on am radio [go praise our driver for his fine choice of listenin] on ma way home from school today, and a young gurl called askin' about tha origins of Santa Claus. Ernie started by makin it clear to tha gurl that Santa ain't nuthin but a myth. ['guess he thought twelve-year-olds still believe in santa] He said that Santa came from St. Nichols from Netherland.. yadda yadda.. He ended by sayin that old man Santa shuden be called Santa coz Santa is a feminine word. Baron then started havin' a debate wit himself whether Santa is a man or a woman. This fuss from a man who don't believe in Santa in tha first place. Go figure.
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Tha Hall For All Purposes
Still on tha short but long drive home: pass'd by tha hall or court for all purposes. It's in EspaÑa right across tha street from Wendy's and KFC. Today, they decided to hold taekwondo lessons there. Other times, it's a funeral. Or a meeting of some sort. Or mass. Or streetkids playin' basketball. Other times it's taekwondo lessons like I've said. Made me reminisce 'bout ma taekwondo days.. *music plays as we go back in time* That time I wuz nine. Got bored wit tha jazz lessons paver wuz makin me take where i hafta demonstrate pointin' ma toes to other studes so i ask'd pa why don't i take taekwondo like bigbro. I endured til I got a belt. Only till yellow, tha belt next to white. I quit because I really don't fancy someone else's foot goin anywhere near ma face specially if 'tis a smelly one. Also don't think 'tis fair for tha instructor to be givin' me red-belted [fourth belt] guys for sparrin' pardners even if we were of exactly tha same size and even if he's polite and says sorry for every kick I receive. Dunno which wuz worse: havin' some air knock'd outta you via kick on tha stomach, or havin' to hold tha air you breathe while endurin' a kick on tha face.
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Our new pup Corimao is slow, shy and sleepy no more! He wuz runnin like a mad dog when bro set him free from his cage and took him upstairs to us. Used to be he just runs a bit when he is taken from that smelly ol' cage of his. Bet it has sumthin to do wit his new collar wit mini bells. Think he loves listenin to tha noise he makes.