Poem... "Concieted, I Think Not"

[Acrylic]

Today I see,
They all love me,
She asks me to go over there,
I dont know her, so I refuse,
She asks once more, but refuse,
Now she shouts her number,
I memorize,
I call,
And find out its an entertainment center....


(ok, this might have been funny, but true. this happened earlier today, i was skateboarding, and a girl gave me her number, and i called, but the thing is, i might have dialed wrong...or hers was the number i dialed which was an entertainment center...well, im in 8th, and she looked like she was in 6th so I really dont care)

[Darth Eggplant]

*needs to carry
a cel phone, pager thingie
or better still
get a skateboard caddie
to help you score
while you skate. *

wow 8th grade,
man I remeber that,
actually i don't
being old and subject
to Altzheimers now
back then the earth
was still flat.
a cel phone
was what Captain Kirk and Spook
used, and we had cheap
metal attachable roller skates
that screwed onto your sneakers
or you made a soap box derby
or wooden skooter
to putt around on.
and since food additives
were not as kick ass,
girls looked like they were
in 6th grade,
not like Brittny wananbe
slut girl children.

[GendoTheGreat]

I would have had a soapbox racer as a lad, but Wheel R&D was still in it's early stages.

[Tall Guy]

deeeep