Saturday, September 25, 2004

It's A Scary, Scary World I'll post about our first tennis tournament tomorrow.  Tonight I just want to admit how scared I am.  Scared to the bone.  Scared of what, you might ask, if you possessed a sympathetic bone in your body. Squirrels, for one. But it doesn't just stop with squirrels.  I'm scared of movies, too. Three. Times. Over. And if I had to nail down one specific thing about movies that scares me, I'd have to go with the women.  They're scary. Of course in order to be a scary woman, you must have once been a Scarygirl.  Or a Scary Kid.  Definitely a Scary Baby at one point.  Perhaps even a Scary Bitch. Then there's Scaryduck.  You'd think I'd be pooping my pants over Scaryduck.  But no.  Because it's not scary.  And not a duck.  So not scary. This is pretty scary, though. And don't get me started on Monkey Shows.  Scary.  I've already made my decision about John Kerry.  He's not scary, though some think he is. But you know what?  I can't decide if this is scary or not.  You decide. The end. 9:29:44 PM     |

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