Nothing But Gibberish

Ah yessss, the night that Big Baby and I walked to Haystack Rock in the dark with Myotore's camera. Hehaw we had so mush fum! Now, dear children, just let me sit back and remember all the details for a moment. Mhm, it's all coming back to me now. Let me plug into my Pillar music to help my poor old brain along. Sometimes it takes awhile to upload. Ms. Deen panks my butt so hard sometimes. You can't bring me downnn!
It all began when we just didn't feel like staying for the country concert after that night's teaching so we skipped out and went on the beach. We were just in time for the last of the sunset. As we walked along, we started taking some random pictures with certain themes like Happy, Angry, Blank Stare, Crazy... Farther up the beach, up against the sand dunes, were rows of camp fires with groups of people around them. I really wanted to let it out can you hear me? can you hear me cry? go up and just kinda walk along the fires until we found an abandoned one to build up and make our very own. But the ever-practical sister of mine said no so we didn't. Cuz you simply love despite all the stupid things I've done.
Some of the pictures that we took and later deleted were a weird one of B.B. in the foreground and me in the background jumping so I was a blur and very scary looking. Also, a juicy pic of the inside of B.B.'s mouth, a cute one of B.B.'s hinder parts we're the only to fight this thing until we've won, and one she took that morning of Matthew who so graciously served special milk to Berecca. We've got to lead the way AAAAAAAA we've got to lead the way!! We deleted all of these pictures I can see you steppin' to me just by the look in your eyes to keep Myotores brain from spinnin' around in confused circles. We've inflicted enough damage anyway.
I really need to change his name. I just can't spell it right. And I can't think of anything that it rhymes with to help you pronounce it. Milkman, may I take advantage of my right as a woman and change my mind and use the name you so cleverly thought up for him? Step back take a look inside of yourself from the outside you can see someone starin' back at you it's your reflection.
A big group of guys left today for Prineville. I guess a lot of prine trees grow down there. Break all these chains that keep me bound. Please drop down on your knees right now and pray with groanings that cannot be uttered that Big Baby will not bite my head off cuz she misses her man. And pray for me as well (you can use different groanings if you want to) that I will be nice to her or something like that cuz she misses her man.
Speaking of groanings, poor Mommy is sick today. I hope she will not be sick tomorrow. I am sharpening up on my nursing skills by listening to TFK (You guys wrock to the ceiling! If the worse happens and I never see you in concert, I know I'll see you in heaven!). Sometimes I fall alseep and then I loose control I try to find my way out without letting go. Did you know that rock music (the harder the better) releases vitamins into the air? A very influential person wrote me a letter and told me that. It actually works! When I feel numb, I'll let you know I wont become what I was before you cannot kill what's not your creation this is the art of breakin'.
Are there no live batteries in this house?!
By the way, thank you J-uh-Juh, from the bottom of my heart for mowing.
They so should not call those little chocolate candies "kisses". Do they have any idea how many hearts have skipped a beat when someone turns to them and says, "Wanna kiss?" It's false advertising at its worse. While all the chocolate kiss people are lined up in their white lab coats and hair nets, rolling on the floor laughing their heads off, kicking their bootied feet up in the air. It's enough to make one sick and angry. Angry enough to shove their precious kisses up their hairy noses!
Now do you know why this blog is called gibberish? My imagination can run away quite easily. It was spoiled as a child.