By keep hearing about I mean that no one I know in real life has mentioned it, but on AM940, some guy was talking about it all last week without actually talking about it (because I still don't know what sport it aligns with...uh-gain.) and he was all like "Montreal, get READY!" and going on about how whoever hosts the Monday morning show is going to be "Hung-OVER!" (on Monday.) So football is a Sunday thing meknows, and so I think it's football. I'd say I'm 90% sure it's football. But as I absentmindedly listened to Grey Cup babble over the past week, I know I thought it was hockey and then a day or two ago, it occurred to me that it was football maybe, because I started to feel sure I had learned it was football some other year.
Guess who cares?! (Probably not Alfred.)
Anyways, I hope the Grey Cup is basketball because I like basketball, sometimes.
I'm not good at it or anything, but it's sort of fun to watch, sometimes.
And it brings back good memories.
What a dorky name Dennis is. Unlike "Electra..."
Porno for Pyros!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
So I hope that I win tickets to the Harlem Globetrotters from AM940 this week. It usually happens around 8 am weekdays that they play a song and then there is a question and then there is a winner.
At least that's how it went last week. They're not coming until April, so who knows...
And here is a poem I just wrote my steady in the wonderful world of hotmail improvisation.
Love is a burning flame,
Gingerbread lattes are bogus.
When school is over and done with,
Let's go to a party in togas!
When in Rome,
We'll wear them too.
And why not also,
In Katmandu??
It's getting even like Stevens,
That Cat is on the ball.
I'm losing my religion to Yusuf Islam,
Stipe, meet me at the mall!
In the foodcourt.
By the fake plastic trees,please...
By: Me
FADE TO BLACK...
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