The house of the scorpion page#59

I learnd a new word that is not a fig.lang word. It is Eejit, and it is Irish slang for being an imbosol, or just acting stupid. The sentence that I found this in was, Matt you are so eejit you put the left shoe on the right foot.

TO MUCH HATERS

            Bow! Back on the front lines at school, they think that talkin all dat trash goin behind your back is cool. They really don't care how you are fellin, don't let them get you, bounce back tell em get out of ya face cuz there breath is killin. People in this world will hate on ya, really ain't that delightful, don't understand why yall's wack @1# gotta be so $#@% spiteful. Just quit hatin, cuz dats really agravatin, feels like yall just make my feel bloody while your rakin. The bright side the haters won't be nuthin if dey keep it up, dey sippin on there haterade that sip outta there 2 cent cup.

The Dead beat father, who is not a man

who only sees 2 of his kids, which is not his whole fam.

 Saying I'm a waste of his time, but he be looking for me when it's my time to shine.

The hurt the pain my mother went through, only makes you wonder if all the rumors are true.

But the one thing that is really sad, is when the 1 person doesn't want nothing to do with you is your real dad.

Running Back

The art, the passion

the rush,the grind,

the urge and anxiousness, to even run blind

the haters, the naysayers

the followers,and the fans.

Every minute, every second

every yard, & every inch

makes you stride to be great.

Every tackle you break, every stride you make

makes it easy to realize,

playing running back is a tough passion to play.

This is me

    Whats up with the haters being so spiteful, makin fun of me talkin that trash really ain't so delightful. Stop man, I hate racism attackin me, it's beat up how white running backs ain't in football's anatomy. Me & Mama have been through so much, That re re mike i hold onto like a clutch.If my boy weston can live through a car crash, then i can push through the hole the haters have stabbed in my back. Day Day is my twin, Tarus is my daddy 2, both helped me have heart for that touch down I can run to. Yall need to grab hold of reality, when I make it big haters don't come runnin after, wantin some money.

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Can't Go Wrong With A Twix

Once upon, a time there was a running back named Jazzy Jeff. He wore the number 25, and he was a 23 year old rookie in the NFL. He wasn’t like all the other Players who celebrated when ever they scored. No, instead of touchdown dances after he scored he went to the sideline and ate a Twix candy bar. Touchdown after touchdown he had the same routine every time.Except one.

    In the last game of the regular season he had scored 5 touchdowns and all of them he celebrated by eating a Twix, but not the last one. After he scored his last touchdown he went to the side line and looked for another Twix but wait. It was gone!!! He saw one of the lineman eating eat.Furious & betrayed ,he said,   “You fatty’!!! said Jazzy.

“Why are you always eating”? “You eat before the game, during the game, on the field when we play, even after we play”. “You could lose a few meals”.The lineman looked at Jazzy disappointed and said, “you have got to be kidding”! Jazzy looked at the Twix rapper and said. “you have to be kidding!” “That was 10 Twixes you ate”.  Jazzy was upset that he couldn’t celebrate his last touchdown with a twix but, curiously, he walked to the other part of the sidline. YES!!!!! said Jazzy.  One last Twix! Jazzy not only won the game for his team, he was also reunited with his luscious Twix, he lived happily ever after.    THE END.