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In Da Wood

So I was at the lake raking some serious leaves when the Sheriff came over.

Now, me and the sheriff, we are good buddies. We look out for each other and everything. Like say he was drowning, I would save him and stuff. And say hypothetically I like, killed this guy named Edgar and was trying to bury his body in a shallow grave beside the traintracks and the sheriff saw me, he might be like, "Hey, what are you doing?" And I would be all out of breath because hypothetically Edgar weighs just about 200 lbs, and I might just waggle my eyebrows at him and say something like, "Nothing..." And of course hypothetically the sheriff would know I had just killed this guy using a blunt object and was trying to frame someone, but since we look out for each other, he would just be like, "Okay, have a nice day, you little rascal you."

So anyways, the sheriff walked on over and was all, "You want to see what I found in Da Wood?." And being curious by nature, Dad, Neil and I all walked over to see what he had found, In Da Wood.Well, it turns out he found a dead deer in Da Wood and had dragged it down, because he was planning on making into a trophy or something.  Well, he only dragged down the head, actually, and it was sitting on his driveway, just sort of looking at me.

It turns out that a hunter had shot the deer and lost track of it. And that was why Sheriff Dan took its head. And that was why the head was sitting on the driveway, just sort of looking at me.  And being curious by nature, I wanted to see what the rest of the body looked like, so I headed up into Da Wood.

Let me tell you people, it is pretty hard to find a dead dear in Da Wood since it wasn't like I could scan the horizon or like, track it or listen out for it since it was pretty much headless and dead in some vague and unknown location.  So I sat down on a log, tired and dejected, after searching for many minutes.  And while I was sitting, a live deer sort of snuck up on me. I turned around pretty quickly, since it startled me pretty bad.  And she was just sort of standing there, chewing on her cud, being all, "Hey, What Up?"

And I was all, "Nothing much. You seen any headless deer around here?"

And she was all, "Not lately, why?"

And I was all, "Well, I want to find this headless deer to see, you know, well, I don't really know why, it must be like a calling from God or something, because there really is no reason but I really want to find it."

And she was all,"Well, I wish you luck on your quest, but right now I have to run lightly and gracefully into that corn field over there."

And I was all, "Okay, have a good time."

And so she ran off, and I started up my quest again.

And I found him a little while later, after I did some serious tracking, like I looked at tracks and broken twwigs even. I think the main help with me finding him was the fact that he was lying in the middle of the trail big and dead and headless. He was laying next to a bathtub someone had dumped up in the woods awhile back. He was sort of just there without a head, and I felt sorry for him and petted him a bit and then had lunch. No, I did not eat him, I had some crackers back at the house. But yeah.

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Yeah I guess the moral of this story is

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It Is So On.

Okay so once upon a time I had a xanga. Then it insulted me and I got rid of it.

And then I got this one, and from what I can see of it from behind my stacks of million dollar bills, this one is going to be pretty sweet.

Yes, Senor, it is so on.

Yes, much in the same way that these smiling tin mariachi band players rock our local hacienda, (which just so happens to be filled with friendly, smiling people who smell kinda weird) I will rock this weblogging community.  Maybe I'll also dole out a few well needed bitch slaps and stop some criminals with my Kung Foo Prowess.  But do not worry, for I am usually a calm, docile little lamb, intent with just counting my billions of dollars and going on all my private jets and stuff.

But beware, to all of those who commit SYNTAX GENOCIDE, for every time you kill, your victims leave letters, letters that I can see, NOW THAT I AM A SUBSCRIBER.

 Oh ho, smiley. How your joy represents my own emotions...