Counting Crows... but not the band

Yesterday I spent the evening with Klynt and Dana. We went to dinner and drove around just discussing life. We ended up back at their house about 9. Klynt and I ended up playing a little X-Box. We played a few hours of Ghost Recon. We retired to bed at about 2 a.m. Dana graciously allowed me to sleep on her couch. She put a plastic sheet down so I wouldn't drool and leave a stain. I was just happy I was allowed to sleep on their couch since last time Kaleb and I stayed the night we had to sleep on the floor. So I lay down and try to get to sleep. I dose off until about 4 when their roosters start crowing outside. This goes on for about 10 minutes. So instead of counting sheep I am counting rooster crows. I stopped counting at 37! Finally they stopped. So back to sleep. At 6 their alarm clock goes off in the kitchen. I get up and trudge to the kitchen and turn off the alarm. I no sooner lay back down when the crowing starts again. I again start counting the crows. 1...2.....3...4........5..........6..........7...8.....9..10... by this time I am getting a little perturbed. 11...12...13....14.....15........16.........17...... I tell myself that if they crow 5 more times I am going outside. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I was going outside. 1...2...3...4.........................5. I throw off my blanket and run to the back door. It's still dark outside but I go out anyways. I walk barefoot outside on their porch. I wait and until I hear another crow. It comes from a tree around the side of the house. I can't see the stupid chickens but I know they are there. Again one crows and I yell "SHUT UP!" About 2 minutes go by and one dares to crow again. I once again yell "SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF THE TREE!" I thought that if they were out of the tree I could maybe chase them into traffic of something. They however stop crowing. I WIN!!!!!! I go back inside with frozen feet and lay back down smiling with victory. I close my eyes and what do I hear?

Klynt, I hate your chickens.

Well here it is! The other night I was talking with the outlaw kyle and we got on the topic of dirty keyboards. This got my thinking about the cleanliness of my own keyboard. So I decided to take a look. The surface of my keyboard was spotless, immaculate if I may say so. So I got a little closer and looked between the spaces of the individual keys. I was shocked to see the amount of what can only be described as filth. I started to pull it out, tiny piece by tiny piece. So I ask you this. If someone were to inspect the spaces of your keyboard what would they find. Would you be embarrassed at the amount of filth that was found?

P.S
I am right 51% of the time. So I guess that I am right a majority of the time! So if I call one fat, one is in fact fat. But i guess the real question is rather or not i actually called one fat!

I lost my funny

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