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I'll admit it. I'm one of those Beiber haters. I know he's just a kid, but a rude annoying one at that. He spat on his fans, made arrogant and disgusting comments at Ann Frank's house, urinated in a restaurant mop bucket, and called a bikini clad girl crushing on him a beached whale. This is just a small sampling of his bad behavior. Yes, he's just a nineteen-year-old punk, but that's old enough to know douchiness from decency. He deserves every photo I post!
I cain't stan' 'im!
First there was the chase
Next came the arrest And finally the booking where the arrogant jerk smiled wide for his police mug shot. Doesn't he get what a screw up he is?? Someone needs to seriously slap that kid
From the first time I strummed my Lil Tykes guitar,
I knew I wanted to be a rock star, and it didn't end there. Come elementary
school, the neighborhood kids and me formed our band in the front yard. We
banged pots, pans, and anything else to make our music. From there, we played high school gigs and dressed our way to fame.
Kids
love our hair dye job. Each one of us has a unique color and style that makes an
awesome rainbow when we get together. Ty's balloon shaped hair glows as red as Ronald the clown,
while Keifer goes for neon blue feathers. Suse shines yellow sunbeams, while I grow the green leafy
look. It came in handy today.
The
old saying, "Watch what you wish for" is
true. I wanted to be a star. Each night, I dreamed of being swooned over
by an audience. But, no one told me how nuts our fan base would be.
See, after we left
stage this morning, a group of loose screws chased our limo. The driver swerved, we
hit a wall, and the fans tore our doors off.
All I could do was run. I headed to a nearby farm
and ducked into this old
wheelbarrow. As I hide in here, everyone will think my
hair is a plant. I just hope those druggies don't pull out my locks and
try to smoke me.
Hey, Hey, I don't want to be a pop star!
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An
optimist is the dog who hangs near the stove when I'm cooking, the kid who
flaps his mouth in my class, or maybe it's the squirrel that camps out in our
attic. All these seem to be optimistic moves––hopefulness and
confidence about the future or successful outcome of something; however, I am
the truest optimist of all.
I believed I could scratch a few notes to satisfy
my buzzing mind before bed last night and then write a great post after work and Chess Club. Plus my son came in town tonight. The post ain't gonna happen because I'M TIRED.
The conclusion: I'll let these funny thoughts simmer awhile before sending them to fruition. Night. Night.