Howdy, it's me Winston. My greatest apologies for how late I am posting. My happiness grows during the weekdays because every single one of them girl scouts is off to bus stop for six and a half glorious hours. What brings me down is the weekends when they come back and nag me any hour they please. Therefore, every Saturday I go to the downtown theater with Myron. All seven hours of it, is seven hours without those girl scouts.
Myron and I always sneak in butterscotches to throw at Alicia Grunonto's only singing verse. However today turned out horribly. Myron's growing hate to Cremon Meson had reached its maximum point. Without noticing, Myron had already snatched the butterscotches from Ruth's fanny pack. Can't Myron get it through his head that butterscotches should only be thrown after it's fourth intermission! Without a moment to spare, we were escorted from the theater from that obnoxious middle-aged woman in a ridiculous blue cap.
Wait, is that a girl scout?! One minute folks.
So this is the famous " window browser" Winston has been rambling about. Myron here, but you can but you can just call me Myron. I have been on Winston's side since the old boathouse adventure. Ever since my wife Shinscina started jogging with Ruth, we are just like old times. Shoot! Winston just finished throwing graham crackers at the girl scouts, I better hide!
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