Thursday, February 13

Nuthin’ infuriates me more than a wishy-washy indecisive man.
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Once there were seven Bad Wolves. They were known to be baaad but somehow two French poodles found em interesting, stoop’d down & decided to join tha pack. Tha first French poodle got bored and decided to switch to tha German Shepherd group, which she heard lead a more glamorous life. Now it’s juz tha 7 bad wolves & one French Poodle. “She’s such a dog anyway! She used to lick scraps from other French Poodles’ plates!”, tha bad wolves heard their French Poodle pal say. Although tha second French Poodle could speak English, most of tha time she preferr’d speakin’ in French. Tha Bad Wolves went on speakin’ English since it’s tha only language known to em. One day, tha remaining French Poodle wonder’d why tha bad wolves never spoke any French. As tha days pass’d, she got madder becuz tha Bad Wolves weren’t makin’ any attempt to enroll in a French school so that she could have someone to speak French wit. Although she diden suggest this idea to them, she feels that they shud have guess’d. She wuz also mad becuz tha Bad Wolves had their natural abilities to run & hunt for food. She cuden run as fast and she blamed tha Wolves for bein’ born Wolves instead of bein’ born a French Poodle. One day, she became mad as a bull in her frustration to run as fast as tha Wolves and since no Wolf enroll’d in a French Class yet. She told herself, “Quel dommage! Ce sont muet!” [Wut a pity that they’re so dumb they diden even try enrolling in French & so thoughtless not to rip off their genes and try to gimme some of it so that I cud be a Wolf too!] And so that day, she told em, ”Adieu, sots!” [Goodbye, fools!] and left a very puzzled group of Bad Wolves, who did not understand a word of wut she said.
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Connect-tha-dots. Connect-tha-dots. Doh! Pea-brain'd brother disconnected tha wires to our winzip so that i can't listen to ma fav'rite CD! And all becuz he wanted me to hear his voice bein' aired as he join'd a stoopid radio contest he recorded on his mobile WHICH HE DIDN'T WIN ANYWAY! Now i hafta play connect-tha-wires, connect-tha-wires, connect-tha-wires... how am i suppos'd to know where they go? Connect-tha-wires, connect-tha-wires...
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Gawd, people around me are so idiotic today!

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