There’s nothing like Reese’s peanut butter balls. Their chocolaty peanut goodness melts in my mouth… I bet Britney Spears has five more kids…. They wouldn’t stop staring at the man….I like to slam dunk after a big game…I love the commercial where the bunny hisses…Tiny turtles…The semester will end well.…Ketchup is too tangy and mustard burns…The little pig squealed all night…Volleyball was my game…. Cheerleading’s a sport, right?…The two grey hooter bikinis are the best…Mayonnaise repulses me….The Blue Barracudas were the best team on Legends of the Hidden Temple, hands down…. Prediction: I won’t sleep in my bed tonight….Yogi Berra is cute and sounds like a Teddy Bear that steals picnic baskets….Why do people wear plaid and argyle at golf courses?… Sports are pointless to watch…
My name starts with a T….Prediction: Another tragedy will hit the country in a few months….Ridges make things easier to hold onto. Unless the ridges they melt….Grown men pile-driving each other is skates: hockey is clearly the gayest sport…. Compliments are a man’s best friend, keeps your hamburgers from getting pregnant…. Prediction: I will get Roger Waters tickets somehow on May 10….The ketchup-to-mustard ration should always be 2 to 1…. Orange lions rawr. Rawr!…Prediction: It’s going to rain tomorrow….Swoon, the blue emu…. I don’t know why people dislike condiments…. Finding your tent after a festival’s last set of music should be a sport….Peanut butter and chocolate is orgasmic….Freakin’ purple kangaroos….
Who smells that?…I really don’t think the world is going to end in 2012, but just in case I’m going to make sure I ride before…. Prediction: The Mets will do well this season….Saint Rose graduation will be the most uneventful event held at SPAC….. Tea keeps me up night…. My dog has blonde hair and green eyes, just like me….I like my daily wiener with just ketchup; mustard is too spicy and relish is made from pickles…. The letter T is and always will be green for me, dictated by synesthesia… I like my food stripped and unadorned….White tiger, give me your left eye….Goal for my gap year: run a half-marathon….I predict my death in cycles, every few months. I have inaccurate predictions….Honest tea is the best policy. … Salsa is the ketchup of America’s beard….Prediction: The world is getting dumber just in time for a revolution….I see fuzzy, pink bears (but that’s our secret).
