Luke Luck likes lakes.

Luke's duck likes lakes.

Luke Luck licks lakes.

Luck's duck licks lakes.

 

I just said it alright!!! Yay :P I feel special

Woohoo!!! That next part's a killer too, can you say that? Cuz if you can....then I stand in awe of your awesomeness. My tongue refuses to do that.

 

That one took me a few more tries :P

Stop it! Stop it!

That's enough, sir.

I can't say such silly stuff, sir.

Woohoo!!! That next part's a killer too, can you say that? Cuz if you can....then I stand in awe of your awesomeness. My tongue refuses to do that.

 

That one took me a few more tries :P

*applauds* You rock!!!

Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir.

 

Let's have a little talk about tweetle beetles....

 

What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well...

When tweetle beetles fight,

it's called a tweetle beetle battle.

And when they battle in a puddle,

it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle.

AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle,

they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle.

AND...

 

When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle

and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...

...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.

AND...

 

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles

and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...

...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle

bottle paddle battle.

AND...

Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox!

 

When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle

with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle,

THIS is what they call...

...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled

muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!

Fox in socks, our game is done, sir.

Thank you for a lot of fun, sir.

And now, by request....

By the Incomparable Dr. Seuss.

Congratulations!

Today is your day.

You’re off to Great Places!

You’re off and away!

gamblers all

 

 

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,

I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside

remembering all the times you've felt that way, and

you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face

in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,

get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the

newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your

wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,

like millions of others you enter the arena once more.

 

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,

moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch

the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow

get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull

days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful

and so disappointing because

we are all so alike and so different.

 

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous

part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works

his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and

out through your shoes.

 

it's been a tough fight worth fighting

as we all drive along

betting on another day.

 

charles bukowski

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

You’ll be on your way up!

You’ll be seeing great sights!

You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.