There’s something really magical about sitting around at two in the morning the night before a big test, in your underwear, slamming down milanos, pounding the keys and rocking out to sympathy for the devil. It’s a wild a feeling when you’ve left the windows open and there’s a shiver rising up you, straight from your belly and jittering legs. "Please to met you, hope you guessed my name."
Singing in the shower is all right, but sometimes I like to dance too. I know it isn’t a good idea, because I could slip and fall, but I don’t mind, I do it anyways.
I don’t especially like Tricks cereal. Also it turns your poop green. Superman ice cream has the same effect, but I can’t help but eat it for the sake of childhood nostalgia. And it makes me feel little less like Clark Kent.
When I hear tornado sirens it makes me wish I was having sex with a beautiful and caring woman. Someone I really loved. That way, if we died at least we’d be happy. At least I know I would. Also, I would have died the way I lived, wishing that I was having sex with a beautiful and caring woman.
-Caleb, that silly rabbit.
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4 comments:
caleb, ur are indeed a card =P
lol its tuna btw
that last paragraph is too sad.
This is all I can think of every time i hear a tornado siren...thanks a lot Caleb!
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