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Jay's Comments Hey, I am [Ahem] Jay. Yes, that's right Jay. Jay is in fact a real name. So don't diss me. Anyway, it's not like I asked to be named Jay. I have no idea what the hell my parents were thinking of when they named me but who really cares. I like my name. Okay, now I've just reread what I just wrote and it sounds kind of gay. I bet that you're thinking "Gee, this guy is really weird" or something else along those lines. I'm weird. So what? I bet you that you're really weird as well. Anyway, I've read Kelvin's comments and they were well.....[cough, cough] you get the idea if you've read them. If not, go read them and you'll understand. Since Kelvin wrote about Bwenda, I think that I will write about her as well. But, I won't write about how we met. Unlike how Kelvin met Bwenda, my story of how I met Bwenda isn't as "colorful" as his. Although we did go to Kindergarten together and we only just realized that like two weeks ago. Bwenda will probably tell me off for writing about her. But, she either posts this up, or she doesn't. I sure as hell aren't going to write write another one of these. Hmm, let me think for a moment. What exactly should I write about Bwenda? I suppose I better write something "appropriate" huh? Or maybe I shouldn't write about Bwenda. Maybe I should write about my favourite topic.......[insert drum roll]....FOOD!! Yes, I love food. People say that my love for food rubbed onto Bwenda. But [shrugs] who knows. Wait, I know. I'll write about Bwenda and food. Aren't I smart? Lol. So, Bwenda and food. what is there to say about the two? Well, Bwenda sure does love her food. I remember once she tried to teach Kelvin, David and I how to cook. (Michael full on refused to participate. He said "Cooking is women's business." ) Anyway, she decided to teach us how to cook cake since she figured it was the easiest thing. So we're all at my house she's giving us a cooking lesson. In the end, David's cake turned out burnt since he didn't listen to Bwenda and kept his cake in the oven too long because he wanted his to be 'crispy.' Kelvin's cake, lol, like didn't rise properly since he became impatient and took his out of the oven before it was done cooking. I think it was still gooey in the middle. And me? Well my cake was the only one which actually turned out properly. [grins] It tasted good. It was the only edible cake. Okay, what to write about now? Oh, I know I'll write about how Bwenda and I went for a walk one day. Well it wasn't really a walk but that doesn't matter. Anyway, Bwenda was over at my house and we had just eaten like half the fridge. We didn't want to eat the rest of the food so I suggested that we go to the shops since it's not too far away. So Bwenda agreed and when we were halfway there, there was a sudden downpour. It wasn't just come drizzle. It was a really hard rain which hurt when it hit you. If memory serves me right, I think that there was also hail. Or maybe I'm wrong. Back to the story. So it had began to rain and Bwenda said that we should go back. Go back? I say. No, I wanted to go to the shops and get my food since we were already halfway there. So we ended up arguing in the rain. Finally, I gave up and we headed back home hungry and soaked through. If I had gotten my way, we would've only been full and not soaked. You wanna know something else? I dunno whether she's told you this or not but when Bwenda and I were in Kindergarten together, guess what she tells me? She tells me: "I want the moon" That's all fine with me. I tell her that I want the moon too. Then she asks me "can you get me the moon?" The fact that it's daytime doesn't even seem to bother her. So being the stupid 4-year-old that I am, I say okay, how are we going get the moon? Bwenda points to the tree and says we'll climb that. So, we begin to climb the tree and as we're near the top, I ask if we're there yet. Bwenda says yeah, nearly. Then Bwenda steps on a flimsy branch which snaps. Nope, it didn't happen in slow-motion. The next thing I know she tumbles down the tree and we end up on the ground. Conveniently enough, Bwenda sustained no injuries since I had broken her fall. I on the other hand wasn't so lucky. I fractured my wrist. Anyway, I am now going to stop typing here because I am hungry and want to go and eat.
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