Leading By Three

Right. Snakes on a plane. Snakes on a plane. It's not a question. It's the answer. It's the answer to my prayers. Snakes on a plane. I could write it for days. Snakes on a plane.
College kids on Jeopardy pisses me off.
Cocaine needs to use my blog as his blog again. He is slacking on making me laugh. Slacker. As for punishment - no Snake on a Plane for you.
Chad McGreevy says that I should change my name from Yossarian to Smoke Blog. Chad McGreevy says it's easier to remember.
I remember in school we had an intercom that led to the office were the principals were. I remember how on a weekly basis one teacher would also walk over to the intercom and buzz the office and say something along the lines of Mr. Yossarian coming down for a visit. I remember how after one "debate" I walked over to the intercom, buzzed the office and said I was sending Mrs. Nolan to the office. I don't remember the punishment, but I remember the story, and that's all life is. Stories.
I have another story. It's a beautiful tale shrouded in romance, mystery and danger. It's a story as intriguing as it is routine. But I don't feel like writing it. So stop bothering me about it.
She flies through the night sky and watches me while I sleep. She holds the wolves in the hills while I sleep. She cries as I dream of being with her. I believe the tears cause the dreams. Her smell calms me while I sleep. Her beauty warms the room while I sleep. She laughs and leaves as I awake. I believe she laughs because I think I can protect her. I always wake up thirsty. If I slept for a thousand years it couldn't quench my thirst.