May 16

Dear Shur,

Regarding to your question sent this past… hehe… Saturday (May 9, 2009), which, hehe, I didn’t respond last week, and which goes like this:

 

Who is the craziest person you met in your life? (or heard about)

 

I just have to say:

 

…I think it’d be safer to ask who the sanest person I’ve met is…

 

Anyway, from the top of my head…

 

There’s this old guy whom I once encountered that started rambling about…

Actually, I didn’t understand well what he rambled about but apparently it was important.

 

I heard once about a guy that sharpened his toenails for his karate practice…

 

I also heard about a company that sold hairs.

 

How about my sister’s pup? She thinks she’s a cat.

 

On another note, actually, right now I’m seeing a very crazy girl with some sort of serious trauma disorder herself… she just jumped at a man and started strangulating him, and OMG! Is that his--? Auughhh, GOOOOD, that’s the—uhhh! Darn! I can’t believe she did that! She just—OH GOODNESS! What’s that?!!! I can’t believe that she—okay, now… let’s just stop this… geez… that’ll give me nightmares… I swear.

*shudders*

 

So yep, in order to answer your question I should tell you a story:

 

Once upon a time, there was this little girl, who we shall name G, who slept soundly on a definitely not pink bed. She was comfortable, she was happy, but then…!

A big, ugly dudette appeared!

“Oh teh noes!” cried G, starting at the ugly dudette.

In essence the dudette, who now we shall call C, was not all that ugly, but she certainly was mean. C started throwing some things toward G, and…

Oh, poor G could do nothing but lie there as all those stupid sucks attacked her ribs and almost broke them.

Worse off… they were her own socks.

Oh well, at least she didn’t die of suffocation.

Anyway, socks-turned-cannon-balls did not stop until poor G had gotten up.

Fin.

 

Moral of the story:

Never use your sister as alarm clock.

 

If that didn’t answer your question…

Too bad. XD

 

THANKS FOR THE QUESTION!

HAVE FUN!!

GREKI!!!!

…

…Btw, why did I just scream my name?

 

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Dear Anonymous,

Regarding to your question sent this past… hmmm May 13, 2009, where did that fell into again? Anyway, which goes:

 

¿Cuál es la importancia de escribir en tropos?
Translation: What’s the importance of… idioms? (Not sure if this is the correct translation.)

 

I just gotta say:

I will use a story with you too:

Once upon a time there was this dude who thought the language should be less boring… that or he wanted to writhe within his grave in secret pleasure upon all the unfortunate fools that just so happened to suck at the finer aspects of their language… poor idiots… gotta say, though, I was one of them… anyway this dude was actually many dudes, and they liked to make some people’s lives miserable.

Indeed.

But to tell you the truth?

Those dudes were actually hidden elementary teachers.

Fin.

 

Thanks for the question!

Have fun!

Greki

 

PS: Sorry for the short answer, got kinda uninspired at some horrible tasting toast… x.X

Ewww…