  this blogger site is no longer valid. a memorial service will be held for the beloved cheese who we lost just yesterday. he has gone to the big aquarium in the sky. you know the one. meet me there. damnit all i have left now is my noodles.
she's so depressed now. i want to make a grave site at the toilet where cheese was flushed but my mom knows that i'll do something stupid like that so she won't tell me which toilet she flushed him down. damnit. i'll just make graves at all of the toilets. even at school. i need to take noodles for a walk.
maybe the outdoors will make her happy once again and she won't be so lonely anymore. if she wasn't a bata fish then i would buy another fish to keep her company. but then she would eat him. and i would cry again. lindsey i'm bringing noodles with me to guitar practice tomorrow. don't let me forget.
she needs a taste of great fucking american freedom. a sit-upon? oy oy oy oy oy oy oy oy! pull over! "what's that? " "the sound you'll make in lindsey's trunk" "oh" (kyle puts his arm over his mouth) "mull mover!
" (he said it would sound more like that because it would be muffled through the seat) what a great kid. i hope we paint outside in the rain tomorrow. oh please magical negel. "dennis did your platonic bombs finally drop? " what a sick old fuck. jesus i love you "i don't wanna say dog....." what a good day.
"no mommy i don't wanna play" "wait for it.... wait for it.... BA! " "mememememememe! " hey he sounded like beaker from the muppet babies. you know the scientist one. beaker, ha.
i liked the dog that played the piano. but seriously what old woman kept muppet babies in her nursery room? where do you but those? "look at me i'm skinny denis! " "allen power! " "and i'm only gonna pierce my left ear.... and i've been working on this mustache all summer long..... and my favorite band will always be tears for fears..... and i'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom.
" "do do... dododo... pink tux to the pro-o-om....." i want a good christian band to just start screaming "fuck" during a show. and i wanna be there. they'd be like "fuck" and i'd be all "you! " "fuck" "you! " "fuck" "you! " "what are you looking at mrs. something-or-other?
your son's no prize...." "i can't feel my face! " 
