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| Im back from my lengthy vaction. I went to visit an old Vietnam friend of mine, Yao Ming. Maybe you have heard of him, he plays for the Rockets of Houston, Texas. Shortly after I was shot down I ran into this mammoth man, Boa Ming, Yao's father, and he helped me climb a coconut tree to nurture my ailing body. You see without the help of Boa Ming I would not be typing here today. Not only did he nurse me back to health, but Boa Ming got together with Toshiba and created a computer that would allow me to type in very large print. My font of choice is Arial Narrow 15648216558 pt. Sure it seems large at first but you get used to it.
I would like to speak to this Xanga ridiclousness now. All of you whom are becoming mildly to super upset need to relax and smoke a dooby. That is right kids, when we were stressed in the war we smoked down the charlie brown. As a matter of fact I don't really know if I was shot down or just super wasted. It most likely was a combination of the two. If you want to be taken seriously, a blogring is not the best place to "standout." It is ok to have feelings, it is even ok to talk about them from time to time. It is not ok to wear those feelings on your sleeves. AND TO ALL YOU PHILOSOPHERS, I WOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE SPEAKING ON GODS BEHALF. Do not forget, you are not leading God. God is leading you. Sure, standup for him. Standup for righteousness. But don't talk for him. If you think I am talking to "The Real Voice of Reason" you're wrong. I am talking to you. | | |
| Well my holiday was fantastic. I actually spent sometime with "The Real Voice of Reason." I appreciate his work. Yet we are two seperate entities but I hold him dear, like the apple of my eye. Well I wold like to stay and chat more about the "goings on" in my life. But I am terribly sleepy and my eye is slowly closing shut....good night all. John Todd | | |
| It was a stormy night. It was pitch black and you could only hear the trees rustle in the wind. All you can hear are the shreeeks of your comrades as they are gunned down by charlie. This is the reoccuring dream I have, that and being the house majority leader with no pants on.
I friggen hate charlie. Good thing there are only white and black people in my class. The charlie give me the hebejebees. Once a mixed girl walked in the room and I dove in front of the class screaming "Get down, charlie, charlie!" I was uterely embarresed when I whiped my eye and saw that it was indeed a mixed african american. I also confused a boy named chuck who thought I accused him of cheating on his exam, but thats another story.
Todays question, do you think I should go to a monical (Like Mr. Peanut?) After all, the other lense on my glasses is just for show.
...I have to go, I think i hear charlie coming. | | |
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ME AND THE BUSY BEE...FIVE DAYS BEFORE I WAS PLUCKED FROM THE SKY. | | |
| Well this is the Official first post of Dr. John Todd. This xanga site is meant for you to pose questions to me about eye care, legal issues, government, charlie, gooks, even advise on ugly guys getting girls.
Tonight's topic is my eyeball. I would like to get that out in the open. For those of you who have been wondering I do keep my shrapnal laden eye ball on the night stand right next to me. The eye serves as a constant reminder that there are Charile everywhere. Do not get me wrong, I am not a raciest and I am not a fascist. If anything I consider myself somewhat of a Xenophobe, which is a direct result of the war. Please feel free to IM me anytime, but I must explain that sometimes ia alkjdf a fjkw e j alkjewao thel jewl kjwe lje lwlwej rwel j (Whipe Eye) Sometimes I forget that the IM is on and you may just need to leave a message and I will answer it at my earliest convinence. | | |
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