The Battle at Kerby Hillalso - "The Laughing Parrot of Doom" - read by Orson Wells
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Name: Nate
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Sunday, May 28, 2006

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Once again I have lured you all into my trap by enticing your imaginations with the expectation that you will soon be reading about a Parrot of Doom.  In all reality there is only one such creature alive today and I know nothing about her except for her mere existence, which i should tell you i haven't been totally assured by my sources is accurate information in the first place.  That being said, if you still want to read you may, but if you choose not to, i can agree that the deception would be enough to drive me away as well. To be quite honest i doubt if i would read this if i was not having to by the very nature of writing it.  what i really want to say is a simple story about dog days - here it goes -

Early this here morning
i got up out of bed
to the horrible, horrible sound
of dogs barking off their heads

I let them out the back door
where the bears and wolves did wait
for it is not my resposibility
to choose the house pets fate

Hugo ran up to an angry bear
which stood tall on it's muscular thighs
but Hugo shook his body back and forth
and shed all in it's eyes

Molly walked staight up to a wolf
who's grin was like a gun loaded
but Molly sneezed thrice that day
and that poor wolf's brain exploded

Kerby chose a different method
he rolled over next to a bear unbeaten
his puppy dog eyes and upright belly didn't work
for Kerby was quickly eaten

Kenya's ruthlessness comes out when around chidren
so she rounded up all the wolf and bear cubs in a jiff
and then she herded them and ran them round in a circle
then ran them all right off a cliff

The adult bears and wolves were all very mad
but they were also very blind and brain dead
and they retreated angry for a lack of meal
(except for one bear who was very well fed)

Hugo, Molly, and Kenya that day
of battle had seen their fill
so they made a plaque and posted it there
it read, "The Battle at Kerby Hill"

So that's the story of my day, and it was a tough day where i learned a lot about myself and stuff.  oh yeah, and i learned about the fragile nature of something or something.  anyway, afterwards the plaque was devoured (most likely by Hugo).  Also the bear that ate Kerby later died of complications brought on from an emergent dysenteryectomy.  Evidently Kerby before going into battle had poisoned himself to better dogkind forever...





Sunday, March 19, 2006

Xanga

ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points to the first person to tell me the actor which my very own cousin - Bumquesha - couldn't think of in her last entry.

That's right!  ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points!  Read Bumquesha's xanga entry about New York and who her boy friend has seen and tell me who that actor is and you will recieve an envelope in the mail with ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points!

Must be at least 180 to enter.  Prize consists of ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points which are worth nothing.  Nothing of value will be awarded to the winnner except the aforementioned ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points.  To redeem the useless ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points, please send half of a self addressed stamped envelope to P O Box ONE HUNDERD BAZILLION Colorado Springs CO 80901.  I reeterate that the ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points is virtually worthless and will be excepted by absolutely no retail shops, ski villages, gas stations, butchers, chiropractors, ski doo rental shops, dollar stores, ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION point stores, homeless people, homely people, dogs, martians, or your mom.   Employees of the ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points factorys are exempt from winning this prize.  Employees of Starbucks, Chipotle, Wendy's, McDonalds, Blockbuster, Blue Heron books, Big Train family, and thinkandwonder.org are exempt from winning this worthless, worthless prize.  All residents of the US, China, Afganistan, Portugal, and the UK are exempt from this prize.  Citizens of France are stongly discouraged from taking part in this fiasco, and those who are currently in orbit are restricted from spoiling it for the rest of us, as they can quite obviously see the answer from space.  There is only one prize of ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION points awarded.  Other prizes consist of PS2, Burton snowboard, Disneyland trip, Coupon for ONE HUNDRED BAZILLION 'hot apple pies' from McDonalds (redeemable only all at once), a date with Cleatus, a spider plant cutting, and a gently used frog named 'Bonzi the destoyer'.  Please disregard the previous list of prizes as no one will ever recieve any of those things due to participation in this game.  Now please stop wasting your own time by reading this filth.


Sunday, January 29, 2006

Hello to all the helper monkeys out there, just waiting to be fed!  I haven't posted in quiet some time and I thought that whilst here where the internet runs rampant (Surprise, AZ), it would be nice to keep up with all my xanga homies.  If you've been keeping up with Bumquesha's site you'll know that I'm visiting my Aunty and Uncle and that my Aunt was just sent to the state pen and it's all my fault.  Now my uncle and I are going to bust her outta there.  We've been experimenting with baking cakes with usful jailbreak type things in them, however, we are both very inept in the kitchen and the fire departmetn has been here four times now, and always ask, "what's that file doing in the oven?" Or, "Why where you baking a loaded gun?"  Anyway, we are still working out the kinks and will soon be trying our new idea of building a machine that can go back in time, (so the firemen won't be so suspicious).  The last time machine we attempted to build, I told Da Uncle (that's what I call him), that he has to go first because, "I'm too young and good looking to die."  I haven't seen him since and oddly enough, an archeologist I know has been very confused as of late because he recently unearthed a man from the beginning of time that seems to be holding a palm pilot.  So I'm sure he had a good run away from the dinosaurs.  The thing is, now I'm hanging out here in Surprise AZ all by my lonsome and not even my cousin Bumquesha can come out and visit.  So now I'm lonely and am going to look into buying a camera. 
Good day.


Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Currently listening to:

    My very own brain trying to sort through the crap.


Monday, October 24, 2005

Under the intense pressure put on me by a single person who will remain nameless, I am now updating my faux website.  This person is a girl who I call Buckle.  The first person to guess the actual name of this person gets a prize.  The prize includes all off Buckles credit card numbers, SSN, DOB, DOD, and a Jeep.  Buckle and buckles family members cannot win this prize.















Thank you for reading this, and may your days be filled with something.



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