Summer Time in Surrey
Forgot my sunglasses on my desk, trying not to squint my very best. Driving my car, near and far. Hoping the sun won't blind my eyes, tears running down my cheeks starting to cry. Green and red lights everywhere, yet not just house, also on lamposts too. Oh dear i might not make it the sun to bright for little jonny blanket.
Pretty much how I felt driving the other day. So Brady and I played some Halo, I arrived and he said hey Lowes. I'm like dude its been a while, we better hang out soon you silly crocadile. Shooting and fighting it out on screen, little did he know where I had been. Picked up the sniper rifle, locking the croshairs on him. We ate some trifle before our din-din. Some of this is true some is yet fake, but the truth is Brady is the man; and loves to rake. Helping his friends who were unable to open the car, fozen locks; nothing would work not even steel bars. Hot water he asked for no knowing the facts, freezing his locks; except the back. Scott jumped into action using his wits, as he ran over checked his pits. Not quite smelling, but somewhat repelling. Opening the trun really quiet, alarm started to sound causing a riot. Turning the key, the car started with a roar, forgeting what to do he shut the door. The alarm was still sounding, the ringing in my ears was resounding. Waiting it out, I went "yipee" with a shout! After figuring it out, we waved goodbye and went back to the house. Model shots were being taken, Brady and I were not at all shaken. Being the two very good looking fellows, Brady and I let out a bellow. Leaving in such a haste, I made it to the ferry with not time to waste. Rolling on home aroung 1 or 2, I unlaced the figure eight knot on my shoes, Going to bed because there was nothing to do. Slept well, it was very swell, waking up the next day having blast not forgetting what was now in the past.
Thank you my fine looking friend, Remember i'm only arounf the bend.
Scott is out and leaving this tale, hoping very much it won't be unvailed. Shocked and taken aback, looking for a better snack. Finished writing a story of glee, only departing bacause he must go *edited*.
Scott Lowes will not be forgotten even if he still smells rotten. Much to talk about; much to say, all the stories for another day.
Pretty much how I felt driving the other day. So Brady and I played some Halo, I arrived and he said hey Lowes. I'm like dude its been a while, we better hang out soon you silly crocadile. Shooting and fighting it out on screen, little did he know where I had been. Picked up the sniper rifle, locking the croshairs on him. We ate some trifle before our din-din. Some of this is true some is yet fake, but the truth is Brady is the man; and loves to rake. Helping his friends who were unable to open the car, fozen locks; nothing would work not even steel bars. Hot water he asked for no knowing the facts, freezing his locks; except the back. Scott jumped into action using his wits, as he ran over checked his pits. Not quite smelling, but somewhat repelling. Opening the trun really quiet, alarm started to sound causing a riot. Turning the key, the car started with a roar, forgeting what to do he shut the door. The alarm was still sounding, the ringing in my ears was resounding. Waiting it out, I went "yipee" with a shout! After figuring it out, we waved goodbye and went back to the house. Model shots were being taken, Brady and I were not at all shaken. Being the two very good looking fellows, Brady and I let out a bellow. Leaving in such a haste, I made it to the ferry with not time to waste. Rolling on home aroung 1 or 2, I unlaced the figure eight knot on my shoes, Going to bed because there was nothing to do. Slept well, it was very swell, waking up the next day having blast not forgetting what was now in the past.
Thank you my fine looking friend, Remember i'm only arounf the bend.
Scott is out and leaving this tale, hoping very much it won't be unvailed. Shocked and taken aback, looking for a better snack. Finished writing a story of glee, only departing bacause he must go *edited*.
Scott Lowes will not be forgotten even if he still smells rotten. Much to talk about; much to say, all the stories for another day.
posted by Scott at 12/19/2005 05:11:00 p.m.
2 Comments:
Liked your rhyme, should try it sometime. But if I played you at Halo, you should lay low, try not to bellow. Glad you fun with a gun, you should get some sun. See you at New Years, but till then, Cheers!
slick
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