I can't be held responsible for the things I say or write...

1.11.2008

As Chad as I want to be

Cause that's who I am and that's who I care about.

Perhaps it's time to shine a little more light on the Untold Story:

Around the time that QP came to understand all that it takes to be a nation, he needed some help. He learned early on that he could lean on Sherman H. Live. Now Sherman was always a stand up guy. Nothing too outlandish about him, at least not anything too noticable. So together, QP and Sherman forged ahead to form what could only be described as "a terrible high school garage band". Not because either was all that good at music. Considering the literacy problem between the two of them, it was amazing they could spell their own names. In fact, that was one of their favorite hobbies...spelling things they saw. "C-a-t-a-p-i-l-l-e-r" one would say while the other would say "o-n-a-m-o-n-a-p-e-a".

Neither was all that bright and both were about the least radtastic (there you go Joe) two people could ever be.

But as time went on, they came into their own and developed a certain Chad about them. The Testington they built between each other was quite strong and many outsiders tended to get drawn in by their Chadness.

Of course, this is where our happy duo started their split that so many often come by. As QP rolled down the hill only to run back up only to get pushed back down by Flava Flav/Question Mark suit guy child, Sherman started hanging out with the more totally fucking gothic dude kind of crew...only they weren't gothic at all. They were just ridiculously skinny kids with equally ridiculously dark hair and tight close. It was simple to see that the rift was forming between the two.

years went by without a doubt. while QP was blowing up, Sherman was airing out. It was sad to see what happened as time went on. QP rolled with the flow as Sherman became the deadbeat cousin that he is today.

It was a shame the Chad Testingness got between them. It's a dangerous thing to be Chad. Some can't handle it. Others roll nicely with it.

Well, at 12:04 am hits the computer and the lights at work flicker, it's time for me to go home as the doctor is picking me up.

Giggidy Giggidy. Giggidy Goo.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, I make up words too.

2:16 PM

 
Blogger Ben said...

Is Chad that kid you lived with on Burfoot Street?

Is there a glossary where I can figure out who everyone in your blog is?

1:19 PM

 

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