aka: what teenage girls do for fun #2
"Hey DeBruin," The usual begining to our long intricate and exciting plans that tell of the really "cool" things we do on the weekends. The long pondered reply comes back, "Hey Kinjruh," and we already know that tomorrow will be like no other tomorrow in history. The new advanced world of 2005 is not ready for us. We know this as we sit in Birtha (Debruins wethered yet totally rad Buick LeSaber with tidy little rust spots and bird droppings that make her even more admirable than she was to begin with.) It's at least 10pm on a Saturday night and we (Debruin, Little Debruin and I) are heeading to Carnival where all the hip teenagers hang out on Saturdays. We soon find ourselves in the cheese isle (where else?) and our imaginations take us away to a place where the old unhappy people in the store dosen't look at us funny and cheese towers loom oe'r head like giant sheep in a tub of pink lemon aid. We stand in the cheese isle listening to Patrick play and sing (an interesting experiance in it's self) and building rather large, attiontion grabbing towers of cheese. When at last Debruin manages to build the largest and most distracing cheese tower i have ever layed eyes on, (I kid you not, it was like bigger than me!) we move on to the cake isle to do similar things to dozens of neatly stacked boxes of yellow cake mix.
We retire home for the evening, pondering words that rhyme with "shoes" and with "nudes" and even some that rhyme with "shoes for nudes." For tomorrow we are off (this time including my reluctant sister.) to the park dressed as hippies to sing songs encouraging people to donate to our humble cause. "Please sir may we have your shoes?" Suprised and some what disturbed man turns to see four modern hippies singing " She's so lucky, she's a nude-but she cry cry cries 'cause she's got no shoes. If there's nothin' missin' on her feet, then why does she feel so incomplete. la da dadada ohoh." And naturally who can refuse? Ah, the good ol' days! who would ever not want to hang out with us. Of course, we must keep the fun of these times a secret because if every one knew how much fun it was, we would never get past the lines of cheese-stakers in Carnival-so it's all for the better I guess.
Live in and Peace out,
KINJRUH
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