Tuesday, February 9, 2010

no more teasing, i promise.

i have teased my best friend, randy, for years about his semi-dyslexic ways. he'll mix up words in sentences or not be able to read a number without switching two variables. my parents always told me that teasing wasn't right and it would eventually come back to bit me in the butt. well, it has.

when i began to make this blog, i asked him what i should name it. i, myself, spent hours thinking about different fun names, but nothing ever lit that spark. i wanted something quirky and different, without too much meaning. to my surprise, i didn't get one idea. I got ten. each was goofy and quirky, just as i had asked. he had taken words and mixed them up, forgetting about the "normal" structure of them. my favorite? downupside cakes. (he used to call them that as a kid because he couldn't get the words in the right order)

so...as my apology for all those years of teasing (you always put up with it so well) i dedicate this blog post to you. comment all you want, with your fun and quirky phrases.

3 comments:

  1. delicous sore mild...i mean delicous sore milk
    hahhaaha dont u mean sour


    yeah yeah yeah whatever

    or is it-

    revetahw haey haey haey
    ruos naem u tnod ahahahahahah
    klim eros suociled naem i...dlim eros suociled

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  2. another random thought-what is life? you should ask that- but make them answer being materialistic...for example life to me is the purchase of a wedding ring. the ecitement of that purchase and what follows.....or the site of a empty JD bottle after 2 hours of a family dinner

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  3. Death of a Friend By Enal Yug ( He said it was inspired by " another random thought" above.

    What a sad sight, I had hoped for better.
    I cried, friend, to him I was a debtor.
    In life, he did well with his equal chance.
    He gave his spirit, our lives to enhance.

    He was mellow, and dressed like gentlemen
    Sometimes in black, with the luck of seven.
    Claimed gold metals with a single barrel.
    Sometimes dressed green, his original herald.

    He helped me in crowds or when alone.
    His mission now forgotten, spirit gone.
    I have no joy and I’m not sorrow-free
    Cause emptiness now fills bottle, JD.

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