request...

I have a request for you peoples. I want to add a little blurb at the beginning of my blog for a "taste" of my blog. You know, like some quotes or something. From the blog. If you could leave some of your favorite quotes from here in a comment or something, it would be much appreciated.

On to the blabber for today. I was having my afternoon picnic(aka waiting to be picked up with my friends) with Penguin, Hippity Hop, and Twins(just a reminder, Twin #1= self confident, and Twin#2= self concious). I don't believe you've met Hippity Hop and Twins yet, but there you go.

Hippity Hop and I were talking about how we have the same backpack when along comes Slush Pup and Sir Limey Pants(another pair of people you don't know. Slush Pup is always cool as a cucumber, hence the cool name, and Sir Limey Pants... Well, let's just stop there.) come along. Slush Pup asks us why we always do this afternoon picnic thing.

I reply, "It's because we'd rather be mooching Penguin's toffee than trying barbarically to throw each other off of a narrow garden wall." Hippity Hop, who sometimes joins in this odd undertaking, was a bit disgruntled by this statement.

Twin #2 said timidly(why am I even adding that? She's always timid), "I-if you want, you're perfectly welcome to join us..." She then looked around, realizing the mistake she'd just made. None of us really mind Slush Pup because he's so funny, but Sir Limey is always a bit of a bore.

They sat next to us, Slush Pup cracking jokes willy-nilly and Sir Limey giving Slush the googly eyes. This is why we hate hanging with Slush and Sir Limey at the same time, because it seems that everyone except Sir Limey knows that Slush is not, will not, and never has been a lime, but Sir Limey just keeps getting gayer and gayer, never giving in to the truth.

Eventually Penguin snaps and yells, "Stop it, Sir Limey Pants, because we all know that Slush doesn't swing that way and you do! No matter how much you deny it, WE ALL KNOW!"

Sir Limey gets this blank look and starts going off on a tangent about how he's not gay, it's all in our heads, and we're all just wanting to scream, "You wear guyliner, you've been seen inside H&M, and you've clearly been in love with Slush since third grade. You're limier than a lime sundae with extra limes," but we hold it in.

After Sir Limey is picked up, we just start goofing off and waiting for parents.

Sayonara, everybody!