hiLARRYiously funny

A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
"House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa."
"Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."
A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computadora"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval;

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.


The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ("el computador"), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem;

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.


The women won.

Please comment back if you think this is the funniest thing you've heard since the last time you've checked my blog.

FLABERGASTED!

I'm waiting for Becka to come pick me up for school, and I was looking at my blog (oh, how great it is), and I decided that it's time to let the cat out of the bag.
Okay, what's really going on, is on the sub-titles of my picture (look to your right if this is my latest post) I've put on the the words, "If you can read this, comment the word 'flabergasted' onto my latest post.". Only 2 people have done this (Hannah, and Anonymous [nice name]). I'm very upset with all of you. Okay, I'm just kidding. Just wanted to see how ovservant some of you are!

I've just found out!

I've recently been informed that some of my classmates read my blog (you tell one person, and suddenly everybody knows). Most were complaining that they could not comment on my posts. Well, this is now untrue. I just changed my blog so that anyone may comment. I'm always thinking of others.

Just a footnote:

Although I'm sure most of you don't know him, Austin Renes is my neighbor and, I guess, he's my friend, I guess. I've recently added him to my list of blogging aquaintances. I'm not saying you have to visit him and be his best friend, I'm just merely pointing out that I've added him. Now I somewhat know how becka feels.

Newspaypa! gets ya newspaypa

Since most of you don't look at Charity's blog because she is so boring (that's sarcasm, who am I kidding, everybody LOVES Charity), I will put what I wrote on her comments on to my post, because everyone loves me (that's NOT sarcasm). Also on Charity's blog is a latin saying that she wanted people to figure out. Well, here are mine...

1. Amor est vitae essentia.
2. Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem
3. In dentibus anticis frustrum magnum spiniciae habes
4. Lusus naturae
5. Ne auderis delere orbem rigidum meum!

Any guesses? Whoever guesses right first, wins.
P.S. Sorry if it's a little much, but I have nothing else to do.

PROOF!

No, you're not dreaming, this is my Driver's Permit. I got it last week Wednesday, 9/5. After a couple of nerv-racking minutes caused by not knowing some of the answers, I decided to figure out how much I could miss. It turns out I could only miss 7 answers, or I would fail. I missed 6. Wow am I lucky.





By the way, I caught a picture of the dangerous duo of monkeys who are responsible for putting that perilous hole on Loren and Jolene's lawn. I was unable to capture them though. In fact, I'm lucky I got a good photo.

By the way...

By the way, if you have not yet done so, please visit 'the Hooyer Family Tree'. This beautiful piece of fine art is conveniently located on http://www.ancestry.com/. Once there, you must type in a user name and password. This information is classified, but I guess I'll tell you. Username: hooyer Password: reyoohSarah (cousin Sarah) and I have been working on this for at least a year. Now we are going nation-wide with it. I'm sure you'll love it.
'Cause if you don't...

What I did today

Although this story might bore some to a crisp, many of my more annoying cousins (hem, hem, Charity, hem, hem) have been bugging me to post. So here goes (for those of you who have a paranoia of bad grammar, I suggest not reading this next few sentences)...
I woke up (you can tell this is going to be exciting, can't you?). I had Cap'n Crunch Crunchberries limited edition Pirate Pete's Shapes. After nearly missing the bus to school, I sat by my friend/neighbor Austin Renes who just cut his hair into a mow hawk. Seeing that he is normally bald, it will only be for today, which, by the way, just happens to, incidentally, be Wednesday of homecoming, which, of course, means that all the children who are, incidentally, quite nice get to dress up, unfortunately, as their favorite, if not positively most bodacious, Disney and/or Dream works character which, sadly, I regret to inform you, this information slipped my mind, causing me to forgot to dress up as one of these Disney and/or Dream Works characters, but, I did have a plan, which was one of the best plans, to wear a Goofy hat, which is one of the most remarkable hats in this Universe, whichever one we are in as of this very second, but, as I have already informed you, I forgot to wear that most astounding piece of hatmenship ever to be worn on my most illustrious, red/golden mane, which, by the way, has been recently cut down to size, but, that is getting off the subject. After the bus ride I got off of the bus, and entered the most monotonous menagerie of maniacle madness (A.K.A., the school). After an eternity of soaking up knowledge like a dried up, thirsty sea sponge named Bob, whose existence coincided with the life of Spongebob, I left school with that knowledge seaping out of my pores and drenching any one who choose to walk beside myself. Sadly, about half of this wondrous knowledge spilled out onto the streets and now I cannot remember half of what I learned in school today. O, woe is me. After finally reaching my destination of grandmother's house, I cut an apple (not Granny Smith, but the luscious golden/red kind) and devoured it along with a couple scoops of creamy, gooey, peanut butter, not the brittle, crispy, crunchy, chunky kind, o no, that just would not satisfy my superior taste buds, which by the way, are certainly more refined then a commoner's taste buds, such as yours. I pity the poor (no literally, poor) pitiful peon (it's a word, look it up) who cannot appreciate such delicate peanut butter flavors, but rather must drudge through their day bludgeoning there tongues with baser flavors. O, woe is them. O, the horror. O well, too bad, going on...
Wait just a second, this is the most feared and unloved part of any story, the part where the hero must die, or must complain about how lousy the Internet service is in Iowa, whichever suits him. If you have not caught on, which will be most of you, this is the end.
No really, this is the end.
Leave.
Now.
WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I take it back, we have another story for your interest.
Here goes...
again...
never mind. I'll do it later.