Well knock me over and call me firestone.
I’m freaking tired.
Wow, Twin Arrows was a blast and a half. I left Friday afternoon right after school, and started doing twin arrows stuff, it was pretty standard until immediately after one of my skills Mr. Mauk (youth staff, but you call everybody Mr. whatever out of respect) and explains that the SPL and him had this idea that, because we didn’t have a patrol to give the horse’s tail (“award” for the patrol that needs the most improvement) to that we were going to set up the adult staff t o get it. By we I mean that I was volunteered to wear one of the adults smoky bear hats and prance around like a ninny in the parking lot during the flag assembly. With little or no warning I found myself holding the hat and hiding behind a trailer ion the parking lot. I waited until the patrol that currently had the horse’s tail to come forward, then I ran out and began jumping off of things, dancing around things and just basically making a fool out of myself. It was great fun. The adults did get their payback, though. During one of our late night staff meetings the adults brought in Jumbo Jacks for everybody, with the exception of me, because I got a Jr. Burger.
Sbemail A Hundred is out.
Once there was a Dutchman his name was Johnny Verbeck
He made the finest sausages and sauerkraut and speck
He made the finest sausages the world had ever seen
Till one day he invented a sausage-making machine
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Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck
How could you be so mean?
I told you, you’d be sorry for inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will never more be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck’s machine
One day a boy came walking he walked right in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor
The boy began to whistle he whistled up a tune
And all the little sausages started dancing ‘round the room
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One day the thing got busted the darn thing wouldn’t go
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside to se what made it so
His wife she had a nightmare while walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a heck of a yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat
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His wife she sold the sausages she sold them by the pound
And it wasn’t long at all before the word had gotten ‘round
The people they still ate them, they just said “what the heck!”
‘Cause no one makes good sausages quite like Johnny Verbeck