Fake Samuel

We received our Enn Naaa by way of special overnight delivery roughly 2 months ago. I admit, I was initially uncertain of either its function or purpose. Its chaotic flailing movements and loud high pitched squealing noises left one wondering why The Folks didn't immediately "tun off" or be "all dun" with the Enn Naaa. Or at least put it "a why why." Certainly it would have fit in the closet where we put the shoes "a why why." Anyhoo, after sticking it out with, a couple months later it turns out that while I'm no closer to discovering a purpose for this toy, I do seem to find myself enjoying it, screaming out "ENN NAAA" and "ENN NAAA SEEEPING" at random, in apparent happiness. I don't know why I do these things, but I propose that it is some sort of evil toy, sent here by our enemies to infiltrate our ranks and lure us into a false sense of security. Beware! Two thumbs up.

A wheels bus roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun A wheels bus roun roun roun roun taown

I've gone to the trouble if translating a song in to my own special lanuage. You're welcome. Nun bidge fawing down Fawing down, fawing down Nun bidge fawing down For nady. If there are other song requests, please leave them in comments.

Looking for chicks, whatever, and I look back and there's Aaron on the backseat and I'm like whoa dude who said you were invited? And he's like Until I have a car I'll have to catch rides with you to get where I need to go and I'm like your like barely born where could you need to go and he says I have yoga on tuesday nights and I'm like Oh. Whatever, hippie.

So my bro says this is an appropriate forum for my intellectual pursuits. I'm familiar with the weblog medium as a tool for information dispursal to the masses. I have been until recently unable to blog due to the fact that Gmail requires a name to sign up. Now that the problem has been remedied, my bro has graciously allowed me to tap into his readership, which he tells me is substantial. For the price I'm paying, it had better be. Well I can barely keep my eyes open get tired purple giraffe tomorrow

For those of you who haven't heard, apparently the guy that The Folks found over the weekend is coming to stay with us. At my house. I know what some of you are thinking. What biting piece of sarcasm is he gonna pull out this time? How is here gonna react to this new and different situation? How will he in his seventeen-month-old, intellectually sound but emotionally immature state hand this nearly overwhelming situation, coping with the demands of new found brotherhood while still coming to grips with his own independence in a new world full of rocky shore, and precipitous mountain peaks? You would think that. On the contrary, I'm opening my life to him-who-till-recently-resided-in-mamas-tummy. Since through this blog, I have found a strong outlet for my thoughts and feelings, a place to come to grips with the world around me and the battles within me, a respite from the stressors of daily living, a place where everyone knows my name not because I have to remind them of ...

On occasion, I'm asked to say certain words, apparently for the amusement of others. There are other times when I'm asked to repeat certain words - often repeatedly - until the listener thinks I said it "right" or they finally understand that I DON'T CARE. Anyhoo. Can you blame me for throwing in a few mispronounced words? The Folks are so easily frustrated. For example they can't stand it that I call all of their "Jason" friends: "Jesus." Or that I prefer to pronounce every letter in words like "leaf" (leeaaf) or "clean" (clee-aan). I don't buy that whole A after E crap. Or whatever it is. Basically if its a rhyme that supposed to tee-aach me English, I don't buy it. Anyhoo.