A Blast of Rocks

So I was wicked bored today. I'm at home, Googling myself on my computer, but all I found were some Scottish Shishkobob recipes and a Japanese website selling illegal tuna (why the tuna was illegal I'm still not sure). Like wicked bored. I have nothing to do, except for homework. But let's face it that's not going to get done, so why waste time debating whether or not to do it? 

    I'm still wicked bored. There's no Red Bull in our fridge and the cable's been out ever since Rudolph shot the cable box with Denny's hunting rifle (but apparently the Home Shopping Network still works).

    And I'm just like; this is lame. I should be rockin' out insanely right about now. But the band hasn't gotten any gigs in a while, so we haven't practiced that much either. And now I'm looking at clown breakdance on Youtube.

    Then it hit me like a blast of rocks. The prom. Our school prom is coming up in a couple weeks. And since I'm wicked tight with the guidance counsler Mrs. Ulehxuh (I gave her a basket of muffins at the end of the year last year wishing her a festive summer), who is also head of the dance committee, I'm sure I can book us a gig.

    But just in case my foolproof plan fails, I'm gonna need some signatures petitioning to make our band play at the prom. Thanks bro/bra.

Rock out and stay kewl.

---Percy