Oh you must be Mr. I dont like to go over 30 on Hawkins ave.
Hi. I'm Colleen. Can I punch you in the face?


You failed. You failed like a fat person trying to wear a skinny persons clothes.
-Merry

I think that could catch on and soon everyone will say that to each other when they fail at something, like...oh I dunno. LIFE! It'll make people feel really good about themselves and I bet the suicide rate will go down.

Also a strange phenomenon, the release of methane gas from the human body unbeknownst to the human being while laughing. Yeah it happened twice. That means more than once. Two to different personas.

The last sentence was made to confuse you.
[giggles]

I set up my new computer today and when it came to naming it, I paused. I needed the right name. Five minutes later, Mr. Compooder was born. Merry said she is going to name hers Skip. I told her that sucked. She said that Skip was gonna kick Mr.Compooder in the nut ball. As you can clearly see, Merry is a jerk.

What would you do for a klondike bar?

Person says, "Nothing, I hate those things."

Screen goes to black and reads:
Herseys

I hope thats spelled right.

note: I'm on a posting rage!!

I laugh at myself because I sound like a chinese person that just learned english in my last statement about the "jean"
I wish I knew how to type.

I need to say this.

Those Buddy Lee commercial suck.
They suck a lot.
It's just jean that your selling! Just show the jeans all nice like and say the motto and be done with it.

stupid jeans. Who makes those anyway? Cuz whoever does, isnt good at it cuz when was the last time you found a pair that actually fit you? Hmmm. Never! They are made for no one, in the invisible factory down town. I hate them. They make me feel uggie. But mama says I aint. I love mama.

Now, you might be asking yourself:

Hey how come there isnt really any phrase o the week anymore on Colleen Evanson's AWESOME website entitled Kickin' It Oldschool?

I'll tell you sometin. Since it's the summer, I no longer have to go on a real schedual of events so basically each day just kinda blends into the next. Today is Thursday though, I'll tell you that. And people say funny things still. But I just dont remember like I used to. Everything is...blurry. And there is this weird pain shooting down my left arrmmmmmmm

[silence]

Burn her she's a witch!: Thats right everyone, Liz Rivalsi is a witch! She told me in the car. Unfortunately her only power is to make everything shrink. How do I know this? Because she borrowed my sweatshirt tonight and when I got it back, I swear it shrunk! Everything she touches shrinks. She needs other ppl to feed her cuz as she said:

Oh chocolate...(touches it and it shrinks) ...oh man.

Tis a shame. I kinda feel bad for her. But not really cuz she is always putting a spell on me. And we all know how much I HATE spells. Things itch like crazy.

There's a rumble in my tumble.

I think I had some bad T-bell cuz there are some gurrrrrrgles errupting from the tum-tum. And I'm burping more than normal. Those crazy tums helped a bit, easing the pain. It's a shame cuz I really like T-bell so this aint gonna stop me from doin it again. And again. Again.
Then what happens? What if the next taco has a bomb in it? eh, I'll eat it anyway and then I'll hope being lactose intolerant will diffuse the bomb.

Man I should be a spy. They need more bomb eaters out there.