Especially life sucks for this bird because... it went the way of all true Americans and got reeeeeeeeeeeally fat. Now it is trapped in a cage forever, taunted by the open door. Never escaping. Probably hearing the never ending song of birds outside the window. But hey, what are you going to do? ...Diet I guess. Let's just say, I'm glad my life isn't as sucky as this pathetic bird.
Anyway....
I was really going to tell a sad tale. It all started with... well, 8 walk. It started strong... and it only grew from there... then, MBM.
MBM was the peak of 8 walk. We were never so religious about our nightly walk. Probably cause we had a fairly good reason to walk. (hott boys tend to do that...) Then.. well you could say that ended badly. B is an A hole. and M and M.. well, we rock. (I just covered like half the alphabet!)
^^^^^clearly m rocks^^^^^
We slowly lost it. 8 walk faded and died. Summer was good, then school hit, life started sucking and.... :/ Last time we walked was about............ shoot. a few months.
I just miss the days when we 8 rocked mostly...
But we are bringing it back. Yes, sexy. but also the walk. Because life is always better with 8 o'clock
and I think everyone in the world should 8 walk. Except probably not. Then our whole neighborhood would be outside and hear everything we say..... so no. Don't 8 walk. Please.
Unless you are that bird in the cage. Walking is a great weight-loss program! Walk away, birdy. Walk and be free :)
-Morg
