Saturday, March 12, 2005

big socks = big feer

I used to have a problem writing the word feet really fast on a keyboard. I'd always end up spelling it feer. Well, I mentioned this to a writing pal, and she said, "don't worry, I like feer - and I'll know what you mean." SO for the purpose of this post (and every one in the future, I'll just be spelling it feer - dig?)

A sock so big it could fit around the enitre united states. Now that would be a sock! It's the kind of thing the US of A should get on, PRONTO! If we covered the whole U.S. in a sock - wouldn't every other country be green with envy?? Probably aliens would pop by our planet on their intergalactic cruises to check out our Fjords and the only contenent sized sock ever created. Postcard sales alone would probably pay for the making of said sock.

But calling out the West-Coast on the loyalty question?? That's taking it far enough to where I'd take that massive sock, and shove it in your gaping fjord-hole.

Sometimes you get a sock, and you don't know which way is up, and which is down. You just put it on, and go about your business. (BTW - it is a tricky word, business) But it's the kind of situation where the right side of the sock goes - "Yo! Dudes on the left, you guys are acting very un-sock-like over there - straighten up and be like us over on the right!" And then the guy takes his shoes and socks off his feer, and we realize that the whole time, the sock was on backwards, and the right was really supposed to be the left. Then you got yourself a situation! (saaaaay, maybe that's why some socks just...dissapear??...)

Anyways, you guys do got the 3 hour futuristic edge on us out in NYC, and good for you! But I'm pretty sure that's a key ingredient in our laid-back West Coast attitude. We're never going to be first out of bed, ever. Not even going to try making that one happen in a mathemathical theory. But Monday Night Football starts at six, and we'll always get the last sunset. And if you were living a future that we would join in 3 hours time, you could do away with the West Coast of Fjord entirely by writing exactly what we were going to write, only hours before it was written.


Lets just say, we are not walking in your feersteps!
We're just another spoke on the wheel that helps make the Fjord go 'round.
(I'm aware you really just wanted to show off your knowledge of history in the 1800's, (which seems impressive)) but you coulda done that without slandering your bros over here in palm-tree land. A man's gotta' stand up and throw down, when he's been served.


Which reminds me, You Got Served is a really great flick!
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365957/

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