From the shadows they emerged, sweeping silently through the quiet street. A hand reached out, ripping a picket out from a fence.
Without any provocation, the shadow wielded the fence like a bat, and swung hard.
Glass shattered, breaking the silence.
They walked on. Chancing upon a similar car, they took another swing. They never miss; the silence was broken once more.
The shadows continued on, until swallowed by the darkness.
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at Camp Granada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.How I don’t want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They’re about to organize a searching party.Take me home, oh muddah, faddah
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don’t leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don’t make me stay
I’ve been here one whole day.Dearest faddah, darling muddah,
How’s my precious little bruddah
Let me come home, if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.Wait a minute, it’s stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that’s better
Muddah, faddah kindly disregard this letter.
Max and I were watching Imelda. Of course, a documentary on madamme would not be complete without mentioning her shoes.
As the topic switched to her 3,000 pairs, one interview commented:
I’m not a first lady, I’m not even rich. I’m just a regular person and I already have 400 pairs of shoes. It’s a Filipina thing.
(or something like that)
Max quickly turns and before he can open his mouth I say “What? I only have 20!”