I thought that this video merely showed Pippen's extreme fondness for water sprinklers, but as CC pointed out, it also serves as a nice example of his separation anxiety issues.
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Oh, Chuds. Pippins hilarious, but you know the sad part? I fast-forwarded it to the part where you can see the very bottom of your salmon top, your white "out to the park" flip flops, and your red toenails, and watched it all in slow motion, just to see a little bit of my sister again. :(
But on a more interesting note, a poem by sixoryx:
"Lisa the Kind"
There once was a girl named Audrey she was known as "Lisa the Kind", she studied biology then later, proctology for she loved everything about the Behind
She became a fine Colorectal Surgeon and cured all the butts in the land, but suddenly she felt wrong and she couldn't go on there was trouble with her own anal glands
She ran every test in the book But her anus still felt sad, she probed and she poked, she pondered and moped her condition, she surmised, was bad
Her illness was perplexing and rare so she researched until she was sure, she worked into the night and by the morning light she had finally found the cure!
She wrote to a medical journal in an article that outlined her plight, "not to sound banal, but I'm just simply anal and my nature I'd rather not fight."
The World Medical Association was astounded and welcomed a seat on the board, to the world's leading expert and writer of textbooks on everything that made the butt sore
She went on to win the Nobel Prize Hands down! The competition was GORED! she gave a great speech and retired to teach "Anality" a class at stanford
I write great poems, don't I? And so historically accurate. Don't worry, Leaszy, one day I'm going write you the biographical epic poem you really deserve.
Oh and by the way, my sandals really were white when I headed out to the park yesterday, until Pippen splashed mud all over them and my pants. I swear. Miss you!
Hey those are real anagrams? Too bad you had to disclose my identity over the INTERNET. Now I have to delete them so that all the people that google me all day long can't find this special blog and I can continue to post in anonymity
Hmmmm. If you're up for it, you may want to leave them up for a bit, as a Google test. I can't find anywhere that can verify this, but I'm pretty sure Google doesn't index blog comments . . . And I just tried getting Google to find some of your older comments, and couldn't do it. We could search for your name(s) everyday, and see what happens!!!
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Oh, Chuds. Pippins hilarious, but you know the sad part? I fast-forwarded it to the part where you can see the very bottom of your salmon top, your white "out to the park" flip flops, and your red toenails, and watched it all in slow motion, just to see a little bit of my sister again. :(
But on a more interesting note, a poem by sixoryx:
"Lisa the Kind"
There once was a girl named Audrey
she was known as "Lisa the Kind",
she studied biology
then later, proctology
for she loved everything about the Behind
She became a fine Colorectal Surgeon
and cured all the butts in the land,
but suddenly she felt wrong
and she couldn't go on
there was trouble with her own anal glands
She ran every test in the book
But her anus still felt sad,
she probed and she poked,
she pondered and moped
her condition, she surmised, was bad
Her illness was perplexing and rare
so she researched until she was sure,
she worked into the night
and by the morning light
she had finally found the cure!
She wrote to a medical journal
in an article that outlined her plight,
"not to sound banal,
but I'm just simply anal
and my nature I'd rather not fight."
The World Medical Association was astounded
and welcomed a seat on the board,
to the world's leading expert
and writer of textbooks
on everything that made the butt sore
She went on to win the Nobel Prize
Hands down! The competition was GORED!
she gave a great speech
and retired to teach
"Anality" a class at stanford
I write great poems, don't I? And so historically accurate. Don't worry, Leaszy, one day I'm going write you the biographical epic poem you really deserve.
Oh and by the way, my sandals really were white when I headed out to the park yesterday, until Pippen splashed mud all over them and my pants. I swear. Miss you!
I realize that this is some multiple personality disorder , some psych thing they taught us about during my psych rotation last winter.
But then I tell myself, "she's at least 50% related to you, so she can't be 100% that far gone." And then it dawns on me -- IT'S AN ANAGRAM.
Which means you'll be taking over the world with your baby, and that we only have 4 months.
I'm so onto you.
Thats right. Now get your dictaphone out and record it and then play it backwards, it says all your bases belong to us
Hey those are real anagrams? Too bad you had to disclose my identity over the INTERNET. Now I have to delete them so that all the people that google me all day long can't find this special blog and I can continue to post in anonymity
Hmmmm. If you're up for it, you may want to leave them up for a bit, as a Google test. I can't find anywhere that can verify this, but I'm pretty sure Google doesn't index blog comments . . . And I just tried getting Google to find some of your older comments, and couldn't do it. We could search for your name(s) everyday, and see what happens!!!
You know you can tell google and other crawlers not to index your blog... you and your paranoia.
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