Ladies and ladies and ladies and gentlemen, as it is reaching finals week and major projects are almost due, there has only been one question on my mind: Where do babies come from?
Frankly, i'm not the only one who has been wondering this question out loud. Often times I will be walking, strolling if you will, through Wal-Mart and I'll hear a young child or a small dog offer the same inquiry: Where do babies come from? Or, "Arf arf arfies arf arf?" <-- That's what dogs sound like.
This is an epidemic ladies and gentlemen. That being said, it is my duty as a human being to find an answer to this question for myself, for small children, and for dogs.
To answer this question, I have consulted the most trusted source: Disney. Before the movie "Up" begins playing, you will notice a digital short of sorts. The difference between this digital short and others that Pixar has offered is that it is real and scientific. Real scientific. This short depicts storks bringing babies of all species to proud parents everywhere.
Storks? Is that really all there is to it? Well that doesn't make sense... why would they call it "making a baby" or "having a baby" if there aren't any ingredients? If all I have to do is ask a friggin stork to bring me a kid, what am I responsible for? I didn't make ANYTHING!
Well this answer just doesn't satisfy me at all, so I've come up with a list of things I think could be an alternative to the popular, yet totally wrong and stupid, theory of storks.
THE LIST:
1. Well for a couple to have a baby, there has to be two people involved... I think, I'm not really sure. Anyway, if you have to "make" a baby, there has to be ingredients, like flour or something. My recipe for a baby would be as follows:
1 bag of hair - a baby has to have hair
600 gallons of water - i just think that's the right amount
9 eggs - eggs are delicious
42 ounces of meat loaf - so the baby can have strong arms
30 pounds of pizza dough - this will be the baby's body, i think babies weigh 30 pounds.
preparation: mix it up and put it in the oven for 9 months and then you have a fresh, really hot baby.
I'm not gonna say this theory has no flaws, but it's better than the stork idea.
2. My second idea is based on the fact that the lady who is the baby's mom generally gets a big stomach right before the baby happens. I think this happens because the mom eats a whole lot so the baby won't be self conscious about his fat belly (what, you don't think babies are fat? they are).
Anyway, I also found out that a family usually goes to the hospital before the baby arrives. This leads me to believe that the hospital just has babies stock-piled in a room somewhere and they'll only give them out once a woman's belly is big enough that the baby won't have his feelings hurt.
3. Well... it could be that babies are all around us but they're just really sneaky and fast so we never see them. In order to "have" a baby, you must first catch the baby. After being caught, they stop being fast and sneaky because they're ashamed of themselves.
4. Babies are robots and you have to build them.
So ladies and ladies and ladies and gentlemen, i'm still not entirely certain of how babies are made/built, but i'm pretty sure i'm close. Text me if you find out what the answer really is, bye!!!!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Bank Lady Woman Pt. 2
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and women, girlies and manly men....
Today is a sad day.
You might be thinking, "I don't really want to read this, but i will anyway so i can make fun of Levi later."
Thanks jerk.
Anyway, I recently went to the bank to deposit some money. (you know how i do)
But also, I went there to see Bank Lady Woman. Gorgeous, kind, funny, beautiful, graceful, good at cooking, doesn't smell weird; I went to the bank with these qualities in mind. I was nervous as I always am before seeing the closest thing to an angel on earth, Bank Lady Woman.
So in preparation for seeing Bank Lady Woman, I do the following:
1. The first thing I do before I can go within a mile of Bank Lady Woman is 45 squats. Why do squats you ask? Because it strengthens the butt muscle, and even though she can't see your butt because she's behind a counter, she can tell. Trust me. Why do I have to do this before i can go within a mile of her? Because Bank Lady Woman has eagle eyes.
2. Next, I prepare myself a delicious garden salad consisting of: you guessed it, a garden.
A garden salad is good for settling your nerves, I learned this after watching a Bruce Lee movie in the 5th grade. Works like a charm.
3. I eat about 6 whole packages of gum. Not chew it, eat it. This way you are assured to have minty fresh breath, and probably also a minty fresh stomach. It's healthy.
4. I watch an hour of SportsCenter to keep myself humble.
Well, after I did the neccessary preparation for seeing Bank Lady Woman, I went to Wal-Mart to see her. What happened next changed my life forever.
I walk in, giddy. I'm practically floating as I walk past the greeter, not even checking to see if he's creepin on me like he always does; I'm happy to be alive. As i approach the First Convenience Bank, I can't help but notice that Bank Lady Woman's line is unusually long. "No worries," I tell myself, "probably just some dumb patron."
But then I look, then I look away, then I look back, then I look away again, then I look back again and I can't decide what to do so I look away once more. And then... I look back.
My heart is racing. My pulse is pushing 700 bpm. The whole world starts to spin. I don't even know who I am anymore.
The image I saw will remain in my brain until I see something more horrifying, which I probably never will.
Bank Lady Woman and Hot Deli Guy Man.... holding hands.
My own tears started streaming down my face. My own tears started streaming down my hands. My own tears started streaming down my arm pits. My own tears started streaming down other people's faces. It was a tragedy.
And so, my life is changed forever. I have given up on anything happening with Bank Lady Woman. I hope she has a happy life with Hot Deli Guy Man.
By
Levi Seymour
Today is a sad day.
You might be thinking, "I don't really want to read this, but i will anyway so i can make fun of Levi later."
Thanks jerk.
Anyway, I recently went to the bank to deposit some money. (you know how i do)
But also, I went there to see Bank Lady Woman. Gorgeous, kind, funny, beautiful, graceful, good at cooking, doesn't smell weird; I went to the bank with these qualities in mind. I was nervous as I always am before seeing the closest thing to an angel on earth, Bank Lady Woman.
So in preparation for seeing Bank Lady Woman, I do the following:
1. The first thing I do before I can go within a mile of Bank Lady Woman is 45 squats. Why do squats you ask? Because it strengthens the butt muscle, and even though she can't see your butt because she's behind a counter, she can tell. Trust me. Why do I have to do this before i can go within a mile of her? Because Bank Lady Woman has eagle eyes.
2. Next, I prepare myself a delicious garden salad consisting of: you guessed it, a garden.
A garden salad is good for settling your nerves, I learned this after watching a Bruce Lee movie in the 5th grade. Works like a charm.
3. I eat about 6 whole packages of gum. Not chew it, eat it. This way you are assured to have minty fresh breath, and probably also a minty fresh stomach. It's healthy.
4. I watch an hour of SportsCenter to keep myself humble.
Well, after I did the neccessary preparation for seeing Bank Lady Woman, I went to Wal-Mart to see her. What happened next changed my life forever.
I walk in, giddy. I'm practically floating as I walk past the greeter, not even checking to see if he's creepin on me like he always does; I'm happy to be alive. As i approach the First Convenience Bank, I can't help but notice that Bank Lady Woman's line is unusually long. "No worries," I tell myself, "probably just some dumb patron."
But then I look, then I look away, then I look back, then I look away again, then I look back again and I can't decide what to do so I look away once more. And then... I look back.
My heart is racing. My pulse is pushing 700 bpm. The whole world starts to spin. I don't even know who I am anymore.
The image I saw will remain in my brain until I see something more horrifying, which I probably never will.
Bank Lady Woman and Hot Deli Guy Man.... holding hands.
My own tears started streaming down my face. My own tears started streaming down my hands. My own tears started streaming down my arm pits. My own tears started streaming down other people's faces. It was a tragedy.
And so, my life is changed forever. I have given up on anything happening with Bank Lady Woman. I hope she has a happy life with Hot Deli Guy Man.
By
Levi Seymour
Friday, February 26, 2010
Bank Lady Woman
I am 19 years old and I think it's about time I start thinking about the rest of my life, namely marriage. Now you may be thinking, "Levi, nobody will ever want to look at you. Cuz look at your hair, dumb."
Be that as it may, I will find myself a woman. A godly woman. A woman that knows loves me for who I am. A woman that can probably cook, and clean, and handle money... In other words, a bank lady woman.
You read that right, a bank lady woman.
Now this thought didn't just come out of left field all of the sudden, I admit that I do have some inspiration... bank lady woman inspiration.
You see, I attend Mary Hardin Baylor. Because of this, I frequently attend Wal-Mart(sometimes called "The Prison") in Belton. Because I attend the Wal-Mart(Prison) in Belton so much, I decided that there is no other place on earth that I should trust to handle my financial endeavors. Because of all of this, I am a member of the First Convenience Bank inside the Wal-Mart(Prison). Got it? Good.
Well... it jsut so happens that there is a bank lady woman that works at the First Convenience Bank that might just be MY DESTINY. Why did I capitalize those words? Because I meant it.
You might be thinking, "Levi, this is crazy. Do you even know her name?"
Well, I don't think that matters right now. What matters is that i've found my destiny and her name is "Bank Lady Woman."
What is so enthralling or special about this bank lady woman you may be asking?
Well I'll tell ya.... in list form.
Key assets of The Bank Lady Woman
1. She's formal. She always tells me to have a nice day; and while I don't appreciate being told what to do, it is a kind gesture.
2. She's got a lip ring and 5 colors in her hair.
Not really, but that'd be cool. Actually I think it'd be weird so nevermind.
3. She doesn't seem like she really likes salad like some girls do.
You know how sometimes you just get a really "salady" vibe from a girl? Or you go out with a girl a few times and every time you go to eat she orders like 3 leafs of lettuce then complains about how she's so full when you're really just thinking, "This girl might have a disorder. I should make her a steak smoothie."
You know? Well Bank Lady Woman doesn't seem like a salady girl.
4. She knows how to talk jive.
Pardon my french, but anyone that can talk jive is super sexy.
5. She's not french.
6. She's good with money!
She's actually EXCELLENT with money. Whenever we're married and she comes home from work I can ask her, "Honey, do you have enough money that you can just throw it up in the air and 'make it rain' on me?"
And she will graciously reply, "Yeah baby."
And that's the atmosphere our kids will grow to love.
7. Bankers can do anything because they know everybody.
Just think, if you're married to a banker, you can just ask them about everyone in town and their financial situation. So what if it's rude. Don't judge me.
8. Money suits.
9. There's 8 good things about her.
So that pretty much sums it all up. I am in love with Banker Lady Woman; and soon, she will love Bank in Wal-Mart Frequenter Boy Man. That's me. Maybe that's a little creepy...
By
Levi Seymour
Be that as it may, I will find myself a woman. A godly woman. A woman that knows loves me for who I am. A woman that can probably cook, and clean, and handle money... In other words, a bank lady woman.
You read that right, a bank lady woman.
Now this thought didn't just come out of left field all of the sudden, I admit that I do have some inspiration... bank lady woman inspiration.
You see, I attend Mary Hardin Baylor. Because of this, I frequently attend Wal-Mart(sometimes called "The Prison") in Belton. Because I attend the Wal-Mart(Prison) in Belton so much, I decided that there is no other place on earth that I should trust to handle my financial endeavors. Because of all of this, I am a member of the First Convenience Bank inside the Wal-Mart(Prison). Got it? Good.
Well... it jsut so happens that there is a bank lady woman that works at the First Convenience Bank that might just be MY DESTINY. Why did I capitalize those words? Because I meant it.
You might be thinking, "Levi, this is crazy. Do you even know her name?"
Well, I don't think that matters right now. What matters is that i've found my destiny and her name is "Bank Lady Woman."
What is so enthralling or special about this bank lady woman you may be asking?
Well I'll tell ya.... in list form.
Key assets of The Bank Lady Woman
1. She's formal. She always tells me to have a nice day; and while I don't appreciate being told what to do, it is a kind gesture.
2. She's got a lip ring and 5 colors in her hair.
Not really, but that'd be cool. Actually I think it'd be weird so nevermind.
3. She doesn't seem like she really likes salad like some girls do.
You know how sometimes you just get a really "salady" vibe from a girl? Or you go out with a girl a few times and every time you go to eat she orders like 3 leafs of lettuce then complains about how she's so full when you're really just thinking, "This girl might have a disorder. I should make her a steak smoothie."
You know? Well Bank Lady Woman doesn't seem like a salady girl.
4. She knows how to talk jive.
Pardon my french, but anyone that can talk jive is super sexy.
5. She's not french.
6. She's good with money!
She's actually EXCELLENT with money. Whenever we're married and she comes home from work I can ask her, "Honey, do you have enough money that you can just throw it up in the air and 'make it rain' on me?"
And she will graciously reply, "Yeah baby."
And that's the atmosphere our kids will grow to love.
7. Bankers can do anything because they know everybody.
Just think, if you're married to a banker, you can just ask them about everyone in town and their financial situation. So what if it's rude. Don't judge me.
8. Money suits.
9. There's 8 good things about her.
So that pretty much sums it all up. I am in love with Banker Lady Woman; and soon, she will love Bank in Wal-Mart Frequenter Boy Man. That's me. Maybe that's a little creepy...
By
Levi Seymour
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Cuz I'm a hard workin man...
You know it broseph. Probably the hardest worker there is. I don't like to brag, but why work if I can't tell everybody how hard I'm working? Well guess how hard i'm working. Go ahead, guess. I'M WORKING THE HARDEST!!!
You may be thinking, "Levi, you are the single laziest person I know. In fact, you didn't even take a shower today and you woke up at noon."
Well... if you are thinking that, I'm going to have to ask you to stop creeping on me. Anyway, you also might be wondering why I work so hard.
The answer is simple, it's because I like getting hit on by people that see me work hard. I'll just be doing my job when I'll spot some ladies off in the distance and then WHAM!!! I'll kick it into turbo mode. What is "Turbo Mode" you ask? Well let me give you some examples...
Examples of Turbo Mode, (Volume 1)
1. The first example of Turbo Mode is "Turbo Strength."
This is for when you are doing really hard manual labor, such as quilting... I mean, such as bashing concrete in half with your bare hands, WITHOUT GLOVES!!!
See, nobody in their right mind would ever attempt to just bash some concrete in half without gloves, but somebody in their Turbo mind just might. The result of this is that either the girls in the distance will notice you and be impressed by your strenghth, or they will notice you and be afraid and tell their friends who will be impressed by your strength. Win-win situation compadre.
*Disclaimer* Sometimes when you're in Turbo Strength Mode, you can't stop bashing concrete and you can get in trouble for that if you're not under contract.
2. The second example of Turbo Mode is "Turbo Brains."
Turbo Brains is for when you have a smart guy job, such as a scientist, a doctor, a sceince doctor, or a doctor of sceince... or a Gaybrarian, sometimes called "Librarians." Now you might be saying out loud, "Smart guys are pansy guys, how can they have a Turbo Mode at all?"
Well the answer to that is simple. The answer is, "Shut up."
Well whenever a smart guy is just doin his business around wherever smart guys do business, probably sceince labs or gaybraries, they often spot curious ladies. They think to themselves,(thats what smart guys do, they think)how am I going to make that lady notice me when i'm not strong enough to lift a pencil? Then all these smart guys eventually figure it out and walk up to a girl, after hours of prep, and begin to recite to them interesting tidbits they have learned over the course of their sceintific life, such as "There are over 200 types of seagulls in delaware alone" or "I can brush my teeth without moving my arms." Some of these tidbits may or may not be true, but you have to believe these guys because they use big words.
3. The last, and my personal favorite type of Turbo Mode, is "Turbo Heart."
This, as you might have guessed, deals almost exclusively with the ladies. Now this type of Turbo Mode doesn't come with any specific job, but it probabaly helps if you're in some type of customer service such as a McDonalds man, a handy man, and a man man. The last one isn't a job, at least i don't think it is. Anyway, the way you can tell that a fella has his Turbo Heart turned on is that he'll most likely be surrounded by ladies. Either that or he'll be with just one lady but they'll be like intensely flirtatious to the point where its not even uncomfortable for anybody to just stare at them or even take pictures.
Well these are the reasons I work, and although I probably have never had a Turbo Mode moment before, I've definitely seen a few. And that's what I'm striving for, a Turbo Mode moment, and by golly, i'ma have one one of these days.
-Levi
You may be thinking, "Levi, you are the single laziest person I know. In fact, you didn't even take a shower today and you woke up at noon."
Well... if you are thinking that, I'm going to have to ask you to stop creeping on me. Anyway, you also might be wondering why I work so hard.
The answer is simple, it's because I like getting hit on by people that see me work hard. I'll just be doing my job when I'll spot some ladies off in the distance and then WHAM!!! I'll kick it into turbo mode. What is "Turbo Mode" you ask? Well let me give you some examples...
Examples of Turbo Mode, (Volume 1)
1. The first example of Turbo Mode is "Turbo Strength."
This is for when you are doing really hard manual labor, such as quilting... I mean, such as bashing concrete in half with your bare hands, WITHOUT GLOVES!!!
See, nobody in their right mind would ever attempt to just bash some concrete in half without gloves, but somebody in their Turbo mind just might. The result of this is that either the girls in the distance will notice you and be impressed by your strenghth, or they will notice you and be afraid and tell their friends who will be impressed by your strength. Win-win situation compadre.
*Disclaimer* Sometimes when you're in Turbo Strength Mode, you can't stop bashing concrete and you can get in trouble for that if you're not under contract.
2. The second example of Turbo Mode is "Turbo Brains."
Turbo Brains is for when you have a smart guy job, such as a scientist, a doctor, a sceince doctor, or a doctor of sceince... or a Gaybrarian, sometimes called "Librarians." Now you might be saying out loud, "Smart guys are pansy guys, how can they have a Turbo Mode at all?"
Well the answer to that is simple. The answer is, "Shut up."
Well whenever a smart guy is just doin his business around wherever smart guys do business, probably sceince labs or gaybraries, they often spot curious ladies. They think to themselves,(thats what smart guys do, they think)how am I going to make that lady notice me when i'm not strong enough to lift a pencil? Then all these smart guys eventually figure it out and walk up to a girl, after hours of prep, and begin to recite to them interesting tidbits they have learned over the course of their sceintific life, such as "There are over 200 types of seagulls in delaware alone" or "I can brush my teeth without moving my arms." Some of these tidbits may or may not be true, but you have to believe these guys because they use big words.
3. The last, and my personal favorite type of Turbo Mode, is "Turbo Heart."
This, as you might have guessed, deals almost exclusively with the ladies. Now this type of Turbo Mode doesn't come with any specific job, but it probabaly helps if you're in some type of customer service such as a McDonalds man, a handy man, and a man man. The last one isn't a job, at least i don't think it is. Anyway, the way you can tell that a fella has his Turbo Heart turned on is that he'll most likely be surrounded by ladies. Either that or he'll be with just one lady but they'll be like intensely flirtatious to the point where its not even uncomfortable for anybody to just stare at them or even take pictures.
Well these are the reasons I work, and although I probably have never had a Turbo Mode moment before, I've definitely seen a few. And that's what I'm striving for, a Turbo Mode moment, and by golly, i'ma have one one of these days.
-Levi
Monday, February 8, 2010
Birthday Wishes...
Well, birthday wishes are for punks. But, since it'll be my birthday in roughly a day, I'm making a birthday wish... well several birthday wishes actually.
You see, I've made the same birthday wish for the past two years now. Still I've never recieved what I've asked for. I think a big part of not getting what I ask for is simply the fact that I don't write it down. So, I've compiled a list of some things that I'd be happy to receive this birthday, it better be magical.
Things I Want For My Birthday, Volume 1:
1. For February 9th to only be my birthday, nobody elses.
Well, I know that's kinda selfish but really I get kinda upset when somebody steals my thunder. Like how would you feel if someone else had YOUR birthday? You'd feel terrible, that's how you'd feel. You'd wanna just take their birthday away for a while or something. Well my idea is less severe, my idea is GREAT... not really. My idea is that we could just move everyone's birthday except mine to like february 10th or something. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Okay, I'm a jerk.
2. I Want a Million Gummy Bears, but only the white/clear kind.
Everybody knows that the white/clear kind is the best kind of gummy bear, and think of what I could do with a million of them. I could eat them.
3. I want a woman.
I've kinda wished for that since my very first birhday. I seriously remember wishing for a lady friend when I turned one years old. That's not weird, that's what everyone should do. Besides, whats a better birthday present than going on a date? Nothing, that's what.
4. For everyone to stop saying "Legit" or "Presh" because its ridiculous. Let's talk real english, okay?
Well actually I've already had a pretty good birthday. Good friends, great family (fambly for you Saints fans), and an AWESOME God :)
Shout outs go to Alexis Barnard, ihop, The Super Bowl, Stuffed French Toast, James Johnson, and Ford Explorers of all shapes and sizes.
You see, I've made the same birthday wish for the past two years now. Still I've never recieved what I've asked for. I think a big part of not getting what I ask for is simply the fact that I don't write it down. So, I've compiled a list of some things that I'd be happy to receive this birthday, it better be magical.
Things I Want For My Birthday, Volume 1:
1. For February 9th to only be my birthday, nobody elses.
Well, I know that's kinda selfish but really I get kinda upset when somebody steals my thunder. Like how would you feel if someone else had YOUR birthday? You'd feel terrible, that's how you'd feel. You'd wanna just take their birthday away for a while or something. Well my idea is less severe, my idea is GREAT... not really. My idea is that we could just move everyone's birthday except mine to like february 10th or something. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Okay, I'm a jerk.
2. I Want a Million Gummy Bears, but only the white/clear kind.
Everybody knows that the white/clear kind is the best kind of gummy bear, and think of what I could do with a million of them. I could eat them.
3. I want a woman.
I've kinda wished for that since my very first birhday. I seriously remember wishing for a lady friend when I turned one years old. That's not weird, that's what everyone should do. Besides, whats a better birthday present than going on a date? Nothing, that's what.
4. For everyone to stop saying "Legit" or "Presh" because its ridiculous. Let's talk real english, okay?
Well actually I've already had a pretty good birthday. Good friends, great family (fambly for you Saints fans), and an AWESOME God :)
Shout outs go to Alexis Barnard, ihop, The Super Bowl, Stuffed French Toast, James Johnson, and Ford Explorers of all shapes and sizes.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
November 25, 2008
So I've been thinking, "I am pretty much the toughest man alive."
You may be thinking, "Yeah right Levi, you must've forgotten that we can see you in all your pansy gayness."
Well if you're thinking that thought then this is for you.
Sure, I may be scrawny, not muscular, I don't listen to rap, and I'm extremely attractive, but that doesn't make me not tough. In fact, James Johnson(Best Friend) and I(Levi) are probably the two toughest individuals you could ever have the pleasure of meeting.
James and I were speaking of this recently and we started to list a few manly, tough things we've done in our lives.
James and Levi's Conversation
James: "Levi. Ma Broseph, we're pretty manly."
Levi: "Truth my dear brother, notice the very manner in which we speaketh."
James: "Word. It be a cross betweeneth Olde English and pimp nasty thug speak. $!*."
Levi: "Your colorful language amuseth me, snitches!!! Let's stop, it's getting annoying."
James: "Yeah I was just about to say that. Wanna talk about manly, tough stuff we've done?"
Levi: "I'm down."
James: "One time a Crocodile came into our house and, out of neccessity, I made it my bride."
Levi: "I understand. I gave someone Denghay Fever one time and I didn't even have it, I didn't even know what it is. Still don't."
James: "Whoa. Once I spear-gunned a polar bear and wore it's skin and fur to school the next day."
Levi: "So that's what that was about? I ran myself over with a riding mower and I'm perfectly fine. Then I ran over my fat brother with the same riding mower.... That didn't turn out so good."
James: "Ummm...What? You crazy mexican. I wrapped a giant piece of metal around my hand and went around punching the Elderly and the Fats. Then I stole their electric scooters."
Levi: "Now who's the Mexican? Jolly good. Once at Sonic I was pretty sick of making Cherry Limeades. So the next person that ordered one, instead of getting a Cherry Limeade, he got a Cherry Urine-ade...Extra Urine cuz I had been saving up."
James: "That's just disturbing and scary. I pretended like I wanted to seduce Al Gore, and when I got him alone I said no and sent him out on the street naked and ashamed."
Levi: "Impressive. Okay I got a really good one. Sometimes when I'm in the shower, I leave in my Strawberry Conditioner for like ten minutes so my hair is EXTRA SMOOTH!!!"
James: "YEAH!!! Wait. That wasn't manly at all."
Levi: "What if instead of 'Shower' I said 'Bubble Bath?"
James: "Yeah that works. I hug my parents and tell them I love them when it's my bed time, 7:00, and then I allow them to tuck me in and I tell them I appreciate it!"
Levi: "That's SO MANLY!!! YESSS!!! Ahem, sometimes I do my own laundry and I make my bed twice daily so chores are easier on the rest of the family."
James: "You are hardcore my friend. Once I cooked dinner for my family. Afterwards I went over to the neighbors house and babysat their kids. I breastfed the smallest one a little... He was 9."
Levi: "Awkward, probably don't tell anyone else that bro. Sometimes I spoon-feed my miniature Chihuhuas Cutsie and Wootsie and then I make cute little pink dog dresses for them, I use a lot of lace."
James: "Whoa Bro, we've entered the stratosphere of Toughness."
Levi: "I agree. Well that's all for now. Shout-outs go to.."
James: "Levi? Who are you talking to?"
Levi: "Oh, right, sorry."
Well that's all for now.
Shout-outs go to: "Quotation Marks", James, Animals.
By
Levi Seymour
You may be thinking, "Yeah right Levi, you must've forgotten that we can see you in all your pansy gayness."
Well if you're thinking that thought then this is for you.
Sure, I may be scrawny, not muscular, I don't listen to rap, and I'm extremely attractive, but that doesn't make me not tough. In fact, James Johnson(Best Friend) and I(Levi) are probably the two toughest individuals you could ever have the pleasure of meeting.
James and I were speaking of this recently and we started to list a few manly, tough things we've done in our lives.
James and Levi's Conversation
James: "Levi. Ma Broseph, we're pretty manly."
Levi: "Truth my dear brother, notice the very manner in which we speaketh."
James: "Word. It be a cross betweeneth Olde English and pimp nasty thug speak. $!*."
Levi: "Your colorful language amuseth me, snitches!!! Let's stop, it's getting annoying."
James: "Yeah I was just about to say that. Wanna talk about manly, tough stuff we've done?"
Levi: "I'm down."
James: "One time a Crocodile came into our house and, out of neccessity, I made it my bride."
Levi: "I understand. I gave someone Denghay Fever one time and I didn't even have it, I didn't even know what it is. Still don't."
James: "Whoa. Once I spear-gunned a polar bear and wore it's skin and fur to school the next day."
Levi: "So that's what that was about? I ran myself over with a riding mower and I'm perfectly fine. Then I ran over my fat brother with the same riding mower.... That didn't turn out so good."
James: "Ummm...What? You crazy mexican. I wrapped a giant piece of metal around my hand and went around punching the Elderly and the Fats. Then I stole their electric scooters."
Levi: "Now who's the Mexican? Jolly good. Once at Sonic I was pretty sick of making Cherry Limeades. So the next person that ordered one, instead of getting a Cherry Limeade, he got a Cherry Urine-ade...Extra Urine cuz I had been saving up."
James: "That's just disturbing and scary. I pretended like I wanted to seduce Al Gore, and when I got him alone I said no and sent him out on the street naked and ashamed."
Levi: "Impressive. Okay I got a really good one. Sometimes when I'm in the shower, I leave in my Strawberry Conditioner for like ten minutes so my hair is EXTRA SMOOTH!!!"
James: "YEAH!!! Wait. That wasn't manly at all."
Levi: "What if instead of 'Shower' I said 'Bubble Bath?"
James: "Yeah that works. I hug my parents and tell them I love them when it's my bed time, 7:00, and then I allow them to tuck me in and I tell them I appreciate it!"
Levi: "That's SO MANLY!!! YESSS!!! Ahem, sometimes I do my own laundry and I make my bed twice daily so chores are easier on the rest of the family."
James: "You are hardcore my friend. Once I cooked dinner for my family. Afterwards I went over to the neighbors house and babysat their kids. I breastfed the smallest one a little... He was 9."
Levi: "Awkward, probably don't tell anyone else that bro. Sometimes I spoon-feed my miniature Chihuhuas Cutsie and Wootsie and then I make cute little pink dog dresses for them, I use a lot of lace."
James: "Whoa Bro, we've entered the stratosphere of Toughness."
Levi: "I agree. Well that's all for now. Shout-outs go to.."
James: "Levi? Who are you talking to?"
Levi: "Oh, right, sorry."
Well that's all for now.
Shout-outs go to: "Quotation Marks", James, Animals.
By
Levi Seymour
Thing I Could Write Forever About
Well, lately stuff has been happening. And by lately, I mean like in the last twenty minutes or so. You might be asking the question, "What sort of things?" Well, frankly, thats none of your business madam. Anyway, I'll tell you what sort of things.
1. People keep stealing my bike....
I don't even know what the point is. Like its not even that big of a campus so its not really that much faster to take my bike. Also, its MY BIKE. I even have a license plate on it, it says "Leviticus." Maybe there's some weird language where "Leviticus" is translated as "Steal This Bike," but i'm betting against it. Don't steal my bike!
2. Maybe i've just been misplacing my bike....
I forgot I left it at another bulding cuz it was raining. Sorry.
3. My white shoes keep getting brown stuff on them when it rains....
Well, i've come up with a couple of ways to keep this from happening that i'll share.
One way is to waddle like a duck when you walk. Sure, you don't get your white shoes dirty, but you do look a little funny and people tend to stare. Now this begs the question, would you rather be the guy with the dirty shoes or the guy that waddles like a duck? It's up to you, but I don't waddle like a duck unless its in private.
Another way to keep your shoes from getting dirty is to carry them everywhere you go, but then your feet get cold or wet or exposed, and nobody likes cold or wet or slutty feet.
4. There's really not a number 4, but 4 is more impressive than just 3.... although I didn't really have a number 2... Oh well.
Levi Seymour
1. People keep stealing my bike....
I don't even know what the point is. Like its not even that big of a campus so its not really that much faster to take my bike. Also, its MY BIKE. I even have a license plate on it, it says "Leviticus." Maybe there's some weird language where "Leviticus" is translated as "Steal This Bike," but i'm betting against it. Don't steal my bike!
2. Maybe i've just been misplacing my bike....
I forgot I left it at another bulding cuz it was raining. Sorry.
3. My white shoes keep getting brown stuff on them when it rains....
Well, i've come up with a couple of ways to keep this from happening that i'll share.
One way is to waddle like a duck when you walk. Sure, you don't get your white shoes dirty, but you do look a little funny and people tend to stare. Now this begs the question, would you rather be the guy with the dirty shoes or the guy that waddles like a duck? It's up to you, but I don't waddle like a duck unless its in private.
Another way to keep your shoes from getting dirty is to carry them everywhere you go, but then your feet get cold or wet or exposed, and nobody likes cold or wet or slutty feet.
4. There's really not a number 4, but 4 is more impressive than just 3.... although I didn't really have a number 2... Oh well.
Levi Seymour
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