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hello. this is stephens friends. corn-tea and alamony-salad. we think that is really funny. now, about stephen. his hair feels like grass today. he only lacks a lawn chair, umbrella, mower, and sign that says "keep off grass". he wants to go to rickys bar and grill. but i wasnt supposed to say that. he looks like a terrorist when hes wearing a toque and scarf (aka when you can only see his eyes). i just slapped the computer..but i made it sound like i clapped my hands. mwa ha ha ha haaaaa. more about stephen. he is a man. but he can change. if he has to. he guesses. he likes to be loud, especially at tim hortons. sometimes he screws up at driving, and we almost die. and then i (alyssa) think "thank god for airbags". we usually go to tim hortons on sunday evenings, so stop by if you like, and we will throw the sprinkles from stephens donut at your pupils. and then you will go blind. and instead of pizza face, people will call you sprinkle face. hahahahha. he doesnt like sitting by me in band, because i tell him things like "stephen, its an f sharp." and etc. but thats okay, because we never sit by each other any way. why, you ask? well, dearie, its because we laugh at things like hubcaps, and then never actually do anything that involves us playing music. stephen likes explosives. one day, we will all get into what we call a suicide car, and run ourselves into lamp post, and die. and thats one example of how morbid we are. we are very very morbid, and we laugh at things like peoples misfortunes (aka shadden froida..i dont know how to spell it). every once in a while stephen turns into racial man...who is half black and half white. and then i get angry on the excercise bike at john arcand. and we went to the university once for a day with my dad, and we had fun wearing the cancer hat and saying things like "i have cancer", and "im waiting for surgery". apparently we cannot take anyone seriously in that hat. so if you could not tell, stephens life (and also corn-tea and alamony-salad) is made up of inside jokes. and if you dont think its funny, you need to go.. uh... ni-meh *in audible whispers..followed by hand gestures*