Cabin fever.
Hello, all people who read my blog, we are all in a state of complete despair, we are trapped in a rowhouse in the middle of a very gloomy city of philadelphia, city of brotherly shove. The reason we are so sad, despared and annoyed, well the reason is because the weather is cloudy and its only 70 oF and rainy. We are looking back at our summer full of fun sunshine and fishing, you could also say we have the blues,greens and any other sad color you can think of. So its all a pictures of woe and tragdey, why aren't we completly despaired? I've got news we ARE!! completley despaired so when you think of my blog think of saddness and woe. Thanks for listining to a tragec tale of a woebegone kid.
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Can you sing, "I Am A Man Of Contstant Sorrow" ?
Actually I can sing it pretty well. Besides what else is there to do in these long and dreary days?
Well, let's see:
You COULD be working on vocabulary.
You COULD be working on spelling.
You COULD be working on grammar.
But then, if you lived in Manhattan with your Uncle Aggie:
You WOULD be chopping firewood.
You WOULD be shoveling snow.
You WOULD be butchering deer (and also elk, because if you lived here, I would have shot that elk and you would have helped me pack it out).
Oh well, cheer up, you're almost done serving your time in Purgatory. At least you've never had to spend summer out there.
And rumor has it, your Aunt Jen has picked out a really cool set of balancing rocks as your Christmas present, but you didn't hear it from me, and remember, look surprised!
Can you send out a deer carcass and some snow for us to butcher and shovel?
Seems like I tried that a couple of years ago, and your Mom wasn't to happy.....
Hey wobegone,
why webloggone?
Stop picking your nose and start blogging, jr.!
I really thought the "woebegone/webloggone" was quite clever.
Okay, I finally was able to get that snow shipped out to you, but unfortunately, you will just have to wait on the deer....
We found seven deer hides hiding in our garage today. Would I ship those directly to you, or in care of your mother?
Drip.
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