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The crazy column. A place for crazies.


All right, now what should I have for a topic? This is a question that requires lots of thinking and always ends up in some boring list. I have come to one great idea. Why not right a topic on what to write for a topic? In this blog you'll read entertaining lists, humorous snippets from stories, and much more. And, since today and Tuesday are my last scheduled blog days, (read my blog entitled Public School to find out why), today and Tuesday will have extra colorful sentences. Now, down to the topic. What should I write down? I'm oviously writing something right now, DUH. But should I write about geese, or my brother, public school, books, this afternoon, tomorrow morning, or what? I'll start by writing down a list of ideas. Is this color killing your eyes? Good. It is mine too. Heh heh. Good way to get glasses early, don't you think? Now, down to business. (Seems like I can't do that today, don't you think?) ANYWAY, HERE'S MY STUPID LIST. DO YOU THINK I SHOULD CALL IT STUPID?
Here's my list. Can you read that? Anyway, here's my list.
BAD SPELLING
You know, a bit of relaxing writing. Like this: hi my friend. how r u? Yes, i'm sayuing this 2 u 4 reel. weel probublee c eech uthr at de libraree 2da. ur frend keely. p.s. iz thiz killing ur izs? it iz mine. it iz jasonz.
JUNK FOOD
Junk food is very bad for you. It detiriorates your brain and gives you alztimers. It clogs up your arteriest.
TOMORROW
Tomorrow is going to be the coolest day of my life. (Maybe.) It's on my birthday. It's my first day of public school. It's anyother day.

Okay, there's my list. It's probably boring, but it's colorful. Now, you are about to learn why Jason is so stupid. It's like this. (The story.)
Jason was born on his head. His parents fed him dog food that had canary droppings in it once he could eat. That's about all to the story.
All right, now I'm going to talk about stupid cartoon shows. Shows like Ed, Ed, n, Eddy, Mucha Lucha, and other brain fermentors.
Ed, Ed, n, Eddy is so stupid. Little people walking around in little hats, eating live fishes, and making crummy inventions. Mucha Lucha is idiodic. Little boys walking around punching each other. I can only say dumb with with Hamtaro. If you're rude and gore than say Hamtaro H a m f a r t o.
Now, here's an example of really bad spelling. madulin sat down. She wuz uh ugly gerl and she wuz studeeing the moovmunts ov plootoe. She had the craezeeust perpul izs.
There's the example of really bad spelling. Bad, don't you think? Now, here's a story for crazy people. (It's crazy.)

WARNING!!! IF YOU ARE SANE, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!!! IT IS HIGHLY INFECTUOUS TO THE BRAIN. CHOOSE, BETWEEN SANITY AND THIS STORY!!!!!!

Mr. Man walked around the manhole, thinking to himself. She was really tired of walking over the manhole, but she couldn't stop. Mr. Man saw a car coming closer to the manhole. After the car went safely through him, he decided to turn herself into a ghost. Just then the planet Saturn walked up. He looked unhappy. He tolt Mr Man that he had lost his best ring. Mr Man promised that he would find the Martian. Then neptunne said that he really appriciated Mr. Man finding his doorbell. Then pluto said hi. Then there was a bang and gunfire and Mr. Man was scattered all over the earth. Mr. Man got up and put his head back on. Mr. Man jumped up to the moon. Mr. Moon was asleep. Mr. Man jumped to the andromeda galaxy. He landed on the hottest, gaseous star he could find and then he played tag with all the pirana beetles he found there. Then it was time to go home. Mr. Man jumped on a comet and when the comet crashed in New York City he played with all the living, squashed, bruised people the comet had hit. Then Mr. Man grabbed ths slowest dinosaur in the sale barn that he could find. The dinosaur took him home to China and two minutes later Mr. Man was playing computer games on his holographic 10000 bit computer. K. O.

Now this story is a sleeping story. Enjoy.
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Tomorrow is my birthday and I start public school YEAH! Goodby, who knows when I'll write on this blog next. Check every month, okay?

1/2/06
HI. IT'S ME AGAIN.
Anyway, for you people who have brains instead of kidney beans, here's our family news: We moved to Mars two months ago. The martians are really friendly. They took us to Pluto for tea. Here's a poem:
THE SIDE AFFECTS OF SPELLING

Once there was a girl named Lizzy Jane,
Who had quite a lot of brain,
There was one subject,
Which she happened hate,
When the spelling teacher taught the students how to spell 'talk,'
Lizzy Jane would wish she could take a walk,
Once spelling even gave her the flu,
And her mom had to feed her an awful brew,
So read this closely and take heed,
Spelling is something you DO NOT need.
THIS POEM IS NOT PATENTED, SO DO NOT COPY OR I WILL HAVE TO TAKE DRASTIC MEASURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!