nicknames are normal
Well, now that the arm is in a permanent cast, mother says i can play with willy. So Willy, Balz, and I went to the woods to play last night. Man, it was real fun playing with the "crew" as i like to call them. They aren't so responsive to being called "the crew", so i just keep it to myself, and just whisper it when I feel the urge to say it.
We played all kinds of stuff. We had a jumping competition, which I won, proving that i had jumped six inches LIKE I SAID! Then we went on to play "watch out for willy!" where he finds a stick, and chases us around acting like he will hit us, and then actually does. but he's always SO apologetic, we shake it off. unless, of course he rebrakes an arm or something. After a quick game of Lizard Baseball, we split.
We ended things at PIZZA TOWN for some "pie" as i like to call it. Again, "the crew" (imagine i whispered that) doesn't like this either. They, on the whole, just like to call things what their name actually is. I tell them everything has nicknames. "Like, look at Balzac, WE CALL HIM BALZ FOR CHRIST SAKE!"
Then Balz, said, "you guys call me balz?" Then Willy acted like he had a phone call, even thought he didn't have a phone on him. Me, I just shoved pepperoni's up my nose, and made fart noises with my armpit.
2 comments:
I thought I'd stop in and see what your blog has to offer.
Conclusion: A garbled jumble of creative imbalance .... Frankly, it's (dude, fyi, i love the name Frank) hilarious.
I'm super immature so the whole "stuffing pepperoni's up my nose and made farting noises..." is funny shit.
Some times in life, you have to stick pepperoni's up your nose.
Glad you guys could come visit! I love all your guys bloggings!!
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