Stephen thought that the name for the Girls club (if you can truly call it a club?!), "The B.O.B." was snicker snortin' funny. Mostly because he and Jarred had their own ideas about what the anagram stood for. "The BOB", he would say in his deepest voice, that hadn't yet started to change with his age. And of course, he thought that was funny, and he would snort and then snicker, which Jarred found hysterical, and he laughed his higher pitched vibrato giggle, which Stephen thought was even more funny. So then, one sniker and one jiggling giggle would turn into a belly hurting laugh fest, that neither one of them would be able to stop for at least 15 minutes straight.
B. (Bountiful) O. (On) B. (Beauty). Yes, that is what the girls said B O B stood for. It's not clear whether they came up with that name them selves or if one of the fathers thought that it would be a funny name for girly clan. But what is clear is that the boys thought that the girls had big heads, were complimented on their hair and wardrobes, and needed to stop sleeping with ugly sticks. (Boys!?) Care to take a guess what the boys would say that B O B stood for? Well, for starters the most often recited explanation, due to the repeating sleep overs the girls would have, was 'Baboons On Beds'. Next were 'Bottomless Overeating Bores' (That was for the pig fest they would have the morning after the sleep over.), 'Bitchy Ogars without Boyfriends', and finally 'Boob-less Orangutans Barfing'....with exception to Elly Brotsnicker, the girls were all, and I quote "as Flat as seasoned roadkill".
Okay so you now know something about Elly, for whom I am sure Stephen has and extra heart beat and a double take when she walks by. But what about the other Ogars, er uh I mean girls!? The best way to tell you about them is to give it to you directly from the Boys point of view. There's Mindy...brace face - big feet, Rhonda...always wears pink - winks all the time - stutters on words like Aluminum and Cinnamon (to be fair neither of the boys can say linoleum the first time they try), and Sandy...no real complaints except that she is Jarred's sister. Ewe girls. Also in the club or clan are Olla...short for Viola...well, the name Olla - occasional ear wax - and that Bob hair cut, Tammy...one green eye and one brown - hairy legs (her mom said she is too young to start shaving them) - always has garlic breath, and finally there is Nancy...always painted her finger nails green - the boys thought that her arms were too long - never wore shoes. That was okay for boys, but young ladies should be more dainty and have clean toes. For the record, I don't wear shoes, and I gotta say that at least Nancy knows what my paws feel while walking through the morning dew. What? Can't a dog like walking through the grass?!? Anyway, with all that the boys "thought" was wrong with girls, there was one very strange fact that seemed "way" to coincidental to be an actual coincidence. You see if you lined up the girls, side by side, according to height. Then if you placed the only single letter of their first initial on their foreheads, you would spell......
M-indy O-lla N-ancy S-andy T-ammy E-lly R-honda. You got it. M O N S T E R! And that is just what they were, when they invaded the tree house. Monsters.
A collection of short stories (The Boys of Gruberville), poems, lyrics, and thoughts of Ray Winkleman. - - All contents of this Blog are protected by Copy Right Laws. All rights reserved. © 2013 *Comments Welcomed and Encouraged - Especially Constructive Ones*
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- Ray
- North East Ohio, United States
- Good or bad, I encourage everyone to post comments (constructive critics prefered) about what ever you may read below. I'm no great writer, but I have fun with it. Hope you enjoy. Editors NOTE: For the record...I have included some poems that I wrote while being in sad/dark places. Writting down those feelinigs and thoughts would help get perspective on being sad. So I included them just to say, if you have ever felt this way, you are not alone. Write your own feelings down. Read over them and maybe share them with someone you love/who loves you. Don't let it bottle up.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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