A good friend once told me that this corny quote, the title of my blog, reminded them of me.

I was thinking.  Would I get kicked out of class if I brought a McDonald's koala bear toy with me and taped it to my shoulder, and had random conversation with it during the class?  I think it's worth attempting.

I mean, I never got kicked out of class for smuggling alcohol in there that one day …
"Is that Smirnoff in your hand, young lady?"
"No sir, it's Dasani water!"
"But it says Smi-"
"Sh, they're testing out some new labels."

Yeah, it's a true story, kids.  But don't try it at home.  Your parents will indeed take your alcohol, and drink it with their boozer friends.  No, they probably won't, but ... it's a known fact, even ask ... MTV, or whoever you kids listen to nowadays.

Anyway, I was thinking, maybe I should take a trip far away in a bit.  Sip on pina coladas with a man named Bernie that smells like the inside of a wooden leg.  As long as he knows how to dance, that's all.  Well, if I never make the trip, I'll just buy a miniature donkey named Pete, and sell alarm clocks for the rest of my life.  And eventually marry a carnie.  Yipee.  And that whole thing was just a total random figment of my retardation.  But, to sum this whole blog up, for those of you who don't care enough to read the whole thing.

In a recent study, Greek Mormons were found as equally hated as homosexual Jews.