Saturday, September 18, 2010

Obsessed With Tape

It's nice to see you again.  It's cool 'cause I got some disturbing chiz.  It's most likely to freak you out.  Now that you know that it's going to be disturbing, let's get started.

My mom thinks I should stop using tape, but I'm too obsessed with tape to even let it out of my grasp.  It's very annoying when she says, "Stop using the tape!"  I think it's hilarious.  My dad usually doesn't hear it.  He is too busy pooping.  His poops smell like a thousand sharts mixed tiny little cat litter poops and burps. 

(At this point, Kyle said, "I'm not listening!" and I was laughing until I cried.)

He usually has dreams about going on dates with Elton John.  It's hilarious.  I told a waiter at Los Toltecos.  

Monday, September 13, 2010

Charity

It is cool to see you again.  I have very important announcements.  There is people dying from hunger.  They need help.  Well, I already did something really good.  I had to pack 50,000 meals.  That is really good.  And I was really helping Ivory Coast.  They have kids dying every six seconds.  That is terrifying.  I really helped.  Count my dad in, too.  He helped awesomely. 

Our first job was measuring.  Our second job was sealing and our third job was doing the funnel.  There were different ways to put in the funnel.  First ingredient was chicken powder.  Then you put in soy, then vegetables, then rice, then pack it up and let your runner take it to a measurer.  They will take care of the job and then go to sealers and then put it in large boxes.  That is how you make 50,000 meals.  It pretty much took four hours.  That is not too long for a grown-up. 

The number was for measuring, 377 up to 382 grams or in the middle. 

The End.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Funniness Funny

Today I have some really funny jokes to tell you.  So, this is one.

Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Pants on the ground.
Pants on the ground, who?
Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground.

(Mom interjection- yes, we know these jokes are horrible.)

Here is another one:

Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Tray
Tray who?
This tray is wet, this tray is wet, and this tray is wet, this tray is wet.  With all of the power of the Death Star, is there not a tray that is dry?

(Mom interjection - my friends know why this joke exemplifies my horrible parenting skills.)