Tonight I am at dad's and Dad bought us Monster Energy Drinks and I don't drink those alot but when I do stuff happens. Like tonight I was making cupcakes and Blake mentioned something about one of his football players on his video game, Madden 2017 or something, and said he was left handed and I am idly making cupcakes but then I think how far can I lead Blake on with this and I start ranting about how left handed people are agents of Satan and how you should not look them in the eye or they will steal your soul and etc, etc. Blake started to think I was high.
Also I was playing with eggs earlier. Cupcake-making I decided to make the egg white only recipe because, eh, I felt like, and so I already had added egg yolks so I got them out and they're squishy little balls and very weird to play with and roll about on your hands which is what I was doing until I squished them over the sink.
So here I am explaining to Blake all the evils of the Left Handed and mah cupcahkes ah bayking. Sometimes I talk like that. Let's go out to tha cah. What's for dinnah? I don't do my r's but I don't do that weird kind of r/kind of w thing that sounds like you're mangling a cat and I know a kid who does this, we went to speech class together, for our r's. I could never get irony right. So I leave the r's off the ends of words or middle of words if it's right, most of the time not really in the middle. And sometimes I have a strange accent, like New Zealand or British. People ask me if I'm British. Or from Boston. I has a speech impediment. Leave me alone. Bah. Also my s's suck so sometimes their sh's. Some people don't understand me when I talk.
Gonna go play tha Sims now.
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