What's up, guys. I am totally sweating right now and my hair is sticking to the back of my neck and my face is breaking out even worse than before and it's disgusting. It's about 101 degrees here and I'm sitting in my backyard staring at my empty in-ground pool. Dad said we couldn't fill it up this year because we're in a recession and we don't have enough money for water/chlorine/blow up toys. My life totally sucks, but at least I am stealing internet from my neighbors, The Swellers.

That's right, I live next door to The Swellers. They are a band that you've never heard of. They are poor too, you can tell by their picture, which was taken by their little sister. They bought their plaid shirts at Salvation Army (the one on the right actually used to be my Grandpa's, RIP). They also only had enough hair gel for one guy to use (the guy in the front) and enough electricity for one guy to use a hair straightener (the guy in the red shirt).

Don't bother listening to their music, they recorded it in their garage using one of those car headset microphones that you can buy at Target. You can hear my screaming in the background for them to shut up. Anyway whatevs, I don't hate on poor people because I am one of them, but I just don't want you all to waste your money on their music because you will totally be disappointed.

Ok, gotta go try to find some rich kids to hang out with. Might try my local Outback Steakhouse Restaurant parking lot. I heard rich people love Outback. The blooming onion is something I dream about almost every night. I pray Santa brings me a bloomin' onion this year for Kwanzaa. Peace out poor kidz.

P.S. Click HEREEEE for another post about Da Swellerz. OK? OK!