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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.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Random Ramblings overheard at the Gruberville tree house.

One day in Gruberville, up in the tree house in Jarred Crows back yard. Stephen Meyers and Jarred finish their lunch of fried bologna sandwiches and lemon-aide and take to the tree house for a rematch of checkers. While playing they could be over heard saying:

If in the morning you find that your left eye has
crusted over and your right ear is twitching morse
code, do you jump out of bed and kick the hampster
cage, or just go back to dreaming that you were an
international spy collecting bowling balls for a giant
marble game?

Quotable Quotes:

"In the battle we call life, we must always remember
our knickerbockers and crackerjacks." Henry Ford.

"Flight only comes when you are bucked off the
mountain by a mountian goat." Mother Theresa.

"In as much as God limited the intellegence of man, it
seems unfair He did not also limit mans stupidity."

Talk to your toes, they'll appreciate you more.

Gecko stew anyone? Lonely gecko sheperd pie? "Hey Grandpa,
whats fer supper?" (grandpa)--> "Black eyed bean-dip deep fried
crusties, smothered in stewed tail of gecko, with a side
of spider smashin's. And fer dee-sert, chocolate
covered frozen frog fritters." MMMMMM Mmmmmm!

Oh beautiful, for spacious skys, for amber waves of
grain. For purple mountain majesty, above the fruit
of the loom. America, America God shed His grace on
thee, and crown that cat with a baseball bat, and throw
it in the sea.

Can there ever be enough marshmallow in the world? I
mean that if Lucky Charms were to go marsh-less would
there be mass hysteria around the globe? Can you
promise that the milkmen of the earth wouldn't go into
some sort of psychosis for the lack of mellows in the
cereal? Can you think of the horror filled faces of
the children when Count-Chocula, Franken-Berry, and
Boo-Berry are reduced to mere cat food looking morsels sponsored by

cartoon characters because they are without the Mallow-o-Marsh? Oh the
humanity. Can't we all just get along? Why must you
make such threats to the American people and the
world? What did we ever do to you? You marshmallow
snatching aliens from H-E-double toothpicks. Go back
to your planet and plot against your own three eyed, two
tongued, one eared children and leave ours alone. (the roar of
the crowd drowns out the sound of the spaceship
leaving for Plupitor)

Don't go a pondering what-cha don't understanding the first time.


Reporting live from the back yard: I'm Henry the Dog

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