Creed Thoughts
By Creed on November 15, 2012 at 11:35
Almost winter. Time to turn my tennis rackets back into snowshoes. Or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, I wish those looky-loo's at the Y would mind their own business.
Every time I have a hard day, I just have to remind myself that I'm that much closer to achieving my childhood dream of terrorizing kids driving around in vans solving mysteries.
Man, dinosaurs really got the shaft huh?
Meg Ryan still won't return my calls. Meg if you're reading this, I made a huge mistake. It's all my fault. It's two parts rum, not one. I'm so sorry.
And now I'd like to do a segment I like to call Creed's Feeds. We're talking eats folks. Let's dish on grub. They have peanut butter but not peanut margarine. Why is that? Some of us are watching our figure. And where is my peanut orange juice? The only stuff I can find has pulp in it. Yuck.
The worst part about being a chocoholic is that it's so hard to find good chocohol. Though after some digging, I managed to track down a few leads at Chocoholics Chocononymous. Chocolicious!
Rice is a staple. Beans are a staple. But staples aren't. And rice and beans make terrible staples. Trust me.
This has been Creed's Feeds.
Turns out they're not all flying squirrels. Miss you Bucky. For a moment you were among the clouds, which is more than most of us can say. You were and still are my inspiration, truly the wind beneath my wings. Just wish you had had a pair yourself.
For a long time, I've been told that I have a screw loose. Well I finally found it! It was on my toilet paper roll holder. So I tightened it and it no longer wiggles. Glad I found it. It's been driving me crazy for years! Thanks for all the letters of concern!
The song Puff The Magic Dragon is about exactly what you think it's about: the post-colonial effect on the exportation of the culture of Southeast Asia.
That wraps up another round of Creed Thoughts. Wait a minute... who took these? These are my thoughts. Get your own! Who's been stealing these? I'm so angry right now I could Puff an entire Magic Dragon.
XOXO, Gossip Creed
Every time I have a hard day, I just have to remind myself that I'm that much closer to achieving my childhood dream of terrorizing kids driving around in vans solving mysteries.
Man, dinosaurs really got the shaft huh?
Meg Ryan still won't return my calls. Meg if you're reading this, I made a huge mistake. It's all my fault. It's two parts rum, not one. I'm so sorry.
And now I'd like to do a segment I like to call Creed's Feeds. We're talking eats folks. Let's dish on grub. They have peanut butter but not peanut margarine. Why is that? Some of us are watching our figure. And where is my peanut orange juice? The only stuff I can find has pulp in it. Yuck.
The worst part about being a chocoholic is that it's so hard to find good chocohol. Though after some digging, I managed to track down a few leads at Chocoholics Chocononymous. Chocolicious!
Rice is a staple. Beans are a staple. But staples aren't. And rice and beans make terrible staples. Trust me.
This has been Creed's Feeds.
Turns out they're not all flying squirrels. Miss you Bucky. For a moment you were among the clouds, which is more than most of us can say. You were and still are my inspiration, truly the wind beneath my wings. Just wish you had had a pair yourself.
For a long time, I've been told that I have a screw loose. Well I finally found it! It was on my toilet paper roll holder. So I tightened it and it no longer wiggles. Glad I found it. It's been driving me crazy for years! Thanks for all the letters of concern!
The song Puff The Magic Dragon is about exactly what you think it's about: the post-colonial effect on the exportation of the culture of Southeast Asia.
That wraps up another round of Creed Thoughts. Wait a minute... who took these? These are my thoughts. Get your own! Who's been stealing these? I'm so angry right now I could Puff an entire Magic Dragon.
XOXO, Gossip Creed
