The Critical Hour

“Hey it’s Zac, with my man William and you’re reading to Suburb Enthusiasm, the new hit blog show about worldwide stuff. William is a master at cars 101, science 101 and martial arts. Now here’s William’s take on Wall Street”: “While the idiots at wall street are fretting about the rising costs of waffles, the smarter idiots at wall street are wolfing down donuts at Krispy Kreme at 50 XXL donuts per hour. And what’s up with Eminem? He took the name of a tiny piece of chocolate”! Isn’t that the honest-to-god-truth, right? I think that the Reeses Puffs rappers copied Eminem?” “True that.” “In one of my latest entries, I totally hated on Sony. I had nothing to write about. Sorry Sony. The PS1, PS2, PS3 and PSP’s are awesome. The PS3 is only so expensive because it can play Blu-ray discs, it’s a DVD player, a computer, and it’s a video game console. I didn’t know all that stuff, and my Xbox 360 couldn’t do anything what I just said, and it only cost $250. Sorry guys. Okay. Looks like we’re out of time. Keep watching The Z Zone’s new hit sitcom, Suburb Enthusiasm. See you guys.

“Ah nothing beats a summer hobby like a dip in the pool. But I hate the chlorine. It burns your eyes. What the? How’d this paragraph get here? Oh well. You know what they should have? Pools with just hose water. I do believe my notions would work miracles as an entrepreneur. But you’ve got to keep it TOP SECRET. “ What’s that conscience? You think putting it on the Internet isn’t TOP SECRET. Well guess what, if anybody tries to steal my idea, I have my own attorney. Or at least I think I do. Whatever! Different subject!

Here’s some information that will probably bore you to tears but I just decided to write about it. In December 2006 a man named Michael Ratley saved his wife and baby. One month later, he murdered his wife. Why is it that every single story is about confused bi-polar man? It gets immensely dull after a while. I’m going to go to another site. Maybe LA Times.com. I’ve been going the way a lot lately.

You might wonder why this is called The Critical Hour. Every Suburb Enthusiasm has an hour. It might be the happy hour, the Brazil hour or the Kevin Rudolph hour. It depends on the subject.
Change of subject.

I know I’ve had like a blog marathon since Monday. Well this is the last of the blog marathon. I’m going up to New Jersey to my cousin’s. Then I’m going to NYC to see some tennis at the U.S Open (did I mention they are front row). See y’all.

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