chico and her hermphrodite penis.

i wanted to tell you a story. listen carefully, it contains many oh-so-important life lessons.

theres once was a young lass named chico and she was obsessed with one thing, and one thing only. this one thing was all she ever thought about, talked to, and played with; it was her life. her life was her huge, long, brown, harry hermaphrodite penis. even though chico was not black, her penis was brown, because of all the times she had dipped it in chocolate and used it to spoon her ice cream. it was stained for good, and chico loved it. she also loved brushing its hair. chico was tormented for having her penis and even got kicked out a school because she wouldn't keep it behind her zipper, but she didn't care, she loved it like a child. one day, when she was walking, she met a young lass named choobs, who although seemed like she may also have a hermaphrodite penis, wasn't actually a hermaphrodite. she was just a young drag king, who liked to dress like boys and flatten her chest to get other boys to like her. the lass's became instant bestfriends and decided they wanted to have children together at the age of 15, using chicos huge hermaphrodite penis. but when they went to the doctor, they found at something shocking! chico's penis wasn't really a working penis, but something her mother had sewn onto her when she was young to make her fit in with the rest of her transvestite family. chico was so sad that she went home and chopped her penis off. she put it in a box, where it hangs above her bed. the end.

i hope you learned a valuable lesson.

why must we FAIL at life !?

our blog is officially a huge.. fat.. ugly.. loserfaced.. FAILURE.
It's disasterous. It sucks. It's, well, NOTHING!
okay, well we came into this wanting this to be the coolest, most legendary blog ever. After our blog, people were going to be saying Perez Who? and chanting our names as the queens of the internet blogging community. So far is this happening? Well, I'll let you answer that question. My creative juices must be drained, chico's too, because normally, we can attract attention. This is not going well.

I think it's best if we delete everything and revamp, alright? does that sound good? Well even if it doesn't, thats what we're doing, and you can't stop us! :P Have any suggestions? Email me: paytongirlie@mail.com. Tell me what you want to hear us talk about (:

PEACE OUT, boy scout.
- chooobs.

Mickey Mouse is really... THE MAN AT THE NURSING HOME?!

So.

As a victim of the wandering mind during my second period's time in our "Chapel," while I am supposed to be meditating to our-savior-the-lord-the-son-of-the-father-with-equal-power-shared-three-gods-in-one JESUS, I come to ponder the unknown while my religion teacher says the rosary. Me, with my short attention span of a carrot, look around the room while I think about odd topics of conversation and debate.

-A HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION, PEOPLE-

Young Sally Sue is from the faraway land of Japan, come as a tourist to Sunny California, (or Sunny Florida, depending on whatever suited her parent's fancy) to see the ocean and whatever else we have here in Sunny California or Sunny Florida.
Sally Sue skips down the sunny steps of DISNEYLAND, where she has been looking forward to taking pictures with the Disney Characters.
As an educated Japanese tot, she knows all about Mickey, Pluto, the Princesses, and the rest of California 1950's pop culture from that era. She is part of the crowd who comes to the state in the summertime with the rest of her Anime friends. Ping-Lin has already been to Disneyland, and so has Sally Sue's other friends from Japan, including Yi-Grits and Ashley.
Finally, Sally Sue goes up to give Pluto a hug and have him sign her Autograph Book (with Japanese subtitles, of course) Sally Sue has always wondered how Pluto could sign it anyways, with those monsterous HANDS anyways. (Big gloves....)

So I put myself in Sally Sue's position, as an innocent croc-wearing tourist... and I start to think.
You don't know who is actually the people who are in the costumes !
Think about it. You go up to a person in costume, without knowing who is actually in the costume! It's like a mascarade. Exceept... more... unmask-ish.
You think you're hugging and getting a picture from Goofy?

Well he's really your pervy science teacher, working on a side job.
Ponder that.

-CHICO=]

Le Sigh.

It's Saturday, and so far my weekend has been okay-ish.


Leonardo... DiCapri...Oh...
Well, the highlight so far has been watching the TITANIC on TNT.
Which of course, brings back memories of seventh grade History Day and the fesitivities that have to do with Jamie and Sam. Ah. What a wonderful time that was.... not. A couple of days ago I watched the video of us at County and, well, wow. That was the most sullen, melancholy, terrible acting done by the three of us that I have ever seen. No joke. And no offense to ya'll for that, either. We got extra credit so... not gonna complain.

The movie itself though is just so depressing though. But snaps for Rose. I wish I had the guts to spit in my fiancee's face too. It's a life lesson, as much as a
I WANT TO CRY!!

I think I'm just going to go get some cookie dough.
Goodbye.

Welcome to Ze Blog :D

Why hello there,

It's Chelsea and Sam, come to bring you the blogtasticness of blogocity. :)
To get the story straight:

Chelsea=chico.
Sam=choobie.

Get it? Gooood :)

It's not that hard to comprehend. Two pals, different schools...
You get used to us, our corny humor, and our obnoxious jabs. And if you don't? Tough.

:)