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Squatter’s Writes

A friend of mine might be joining a band, so I went ahead and wrote a song for him to dazzle his new bandmates. It’s called Squatter’s Writes.

 

Squatter’s Writes

(to the tune of Bye, Bye Miss American Pie)
Many, many moons ago
There lived a man who you might know
His name was Henry David Thoreau
And he wrote this book while feeling … the flow

(A slow-moving, reflection kind of tone)
When nature speaks you shut up and listen
If you don’t your brow will glisten
Dig a hole in the ground
Let your imagination go to great heights
Because buddy, pal, my main muchacho,
We’re talking ‘bout Squatter’s Writes

(A mix of country and rap, a crap if you will)
While writing Walden HDT only ate prunes
He kept a journal out in a field
He wore wool socks to keep warm at night
Talking to himself was more than all right
He’d sit there answering nature’s call
Reflecting, and writing, about it all

Plants for World Domination

To Whom it May Concern:

Yesterday (May 3, 2015) a personal ad I had paid for was in the paper but it had an IMPORTANT TYPO. I would like a FULL REFUND or the ad placed again in next Sunday’s paper.

To be fair, I will pay half the price to place the ad again because I actually got some useful information about ill-intentioned plants from two of the three people who responded to my ad. Below, please find the ad. Might I suggest a simple COPY AND PASTE to avoid TYPOS. Note also that the first word is PLANS and not PLANTS.

Thank you,
Berthel Seymour

PLANS FOR WORLD DOMINATION
Seeking individuals with GRAND IDEAS, leadership abilities and knowledge of how to run the world better. Please be ruthless cutthroat and driven BUT loyal to me (I can’t execute my plans with fear of being backstabbed literally or figuratively). Speaking of stabbing please be good with knives.
Contact me at bertyseymourxoxo@aol.com. The world awaits!!

The might saguaro – one of five evil plants I now know about.

Spurred to Write

It’s Friday night and I’m watching the Spurs, professional athletics most boring team. I have shared with you, dear readers, the letter Gregg Popovich, the Spurs coach, and a man otherwise known as Pop, writes to each new player on the Spurs, AND things in the world as boring as the Spurs.

But what I haven’t shared with you is what happens at halftime of every game the Spurs play.

Well, first, you should know that when you attend a Spurs game you are encouraged to dress comfortably. I’m not talking jeans and a t-shirt, I’m talking pajamas. The Spurs organization, like any NBA organization, encourages the fans to get loud, stand up, clap, cheer, yell, shout … But unlike other NBA organizations, the Spurs have a second reason for this noise from their fans.

They want them pooped out.

That way, when it’s halftime, and the lights dim, the “pump up the crowd” music changes to artists like Keane, Nick Drake and Charlene Soraia and the concessions stands switch to selling warm milk and one cookie … ok, fine you can have two. But only because you asked nicely!

If you are wealthy there’s an added halftime treat – Tim Duncan brings around a teddy bear for all courtside ticket holders. What’s more, he actually made the teddy bears himself.

When the Spurs and their opponent come out to begin the second half, you’ll notice a much quieter game with the following features:

  • Instead of blowing whistles, the refs will state firmly but quietly, “Guys …”
  • The athletes will just be wearing socks, which means no more of that loud basketball court-sneaker screeching noise
  • If the game goes to overtime, blankets will be brought out for the fans to snuggle up for the long haul

The second half is starting now, so I’d better pay attention to the game. Remember, there are only 437 more NBA games until the finals begins.

In addition to their other efforts, Spurs teammates stick to air high fives to reduce the volume.