Todays story deals with the little people known as sneaks. Now the sneaks that we're talking about live in and amongst us. There down the street and up the lane. They are all around. They might know you but you don't know them. They clever as all get out! There convinced that what they do is good. That what they do is good for others. Now thats the really clever part because its what the sneaks live for. Doing sneaky stuff because they know better and it will be good for us. Pretty sneaky thinking huh!
Well some of us have, you guessed it, sneak goggles. They let us see right through sneaks and their sneaky ways. Why we can see through three or four sneaky sneaks at a time.
Now the StopCVS'ers, yes them again, have what some would call a sneak corp.
Thats right a corp of sneak soldiers who do the bidding of the head sneak. And in this case the head sneak led the sneak attack himself. Sort of a hands on captain sneak. Well these sneaks stole down one night (er, day) and began to rifle through all of the files they could find to see what sort of sneaky mischief their arch rival (me) had been up to. Well imagine the hurt in sneakville when no sneaky stuff could be found by the little sneaks. You could here the wail of little sneaks all the way to Gemma's O'Donnell's house down the street to Greg Burton's house and up the lane to Ed Cauldwell's house. For these are the main sneaks who rifled the files at City Hall to get the goods on me and came home empty handed.
Sooooo, boys and girls, the moral of this story is this. Does North Shore neighborhood really want a bunch of sneaks living all around us checking up on us whenever they think some sneaking around is needed. I don't think so.
Let me know what you think. To sneak or not to sneak. That is the question.
By Steven D. Lange
Well some of us have, you guessed it, sneak goggles. They let us see right through sneaks and their sneaky ways. Why we can see through three or four sneaky sneaks at a time.
Now the StopCVS'ers, yes them again, have what some would call a sneak corp.
Thats right a corp of sneak soldiers who do the bidding of the head sneak. And in this case the head sneak led the sneak attack himself. Sort of a hands on captain sneak. Well these sneaks stole down one night (er, day) and began to rifle through all of the files they could find to see what sort of sneaky mischief their arch rival (me) had been up to. Well imagine the hurt in sneakville when no sneaky stuff could be found by the little sneaks. You could here the wail of little sneaks all the way to Gemma's O'Donnell's house down the street to Greg Burton's house and up the lane to Ed Cauldwell's house. For these are the main sneaks who rifled the files at City Hall to get the goods on me and came home empty handed.
Sooooo, boys and girls, the moral of this story is this. Does North Shore neighborhood really want a bunch of sneaks living all around us checking up on us whenever they think some sneaking around is needed. I don't think so.
Let me know what you think. To sneak or not to sneak. That is the question.
By Steven D. Lange
