ole! ole! ole! ole!

sambas!
four pairs of old-timey sneaky hottness.
everybody rocks the same sweet sneaks,
everybody kicks the footie.
those're the rules for after-dinner runaround time.
sambas, ninjas.
goin' back with it.
nice.
that's that cute, quirky family togetherness-type sh!t.
y'know,
sorta like when fat families all wear the same oversized shirts to amusement parks.
only way less gaytarded.
we are together.
 on est ensemble.
that's good stuff.
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so,
now that autumn has decided to pop in,
and make a special cameo appearance...
it's extra chilly,
and that crisp cool breeze is blowin' in with answers.
it seems that summer is over and done with.
at least, for most practical purposes.
soon-to-be drunken college kids have all gone off
to dorm rooms and sh!tty beer-party apartments by now;
school kids are done shoppin' for gear,
and are getting their bus schedules and homeroom assignments;
and moms and dads are finally finished with their time off of work.
vacations are done for, duders.
the woodsly goodness is finally slowing down.
which of course is good and bad.
we get our streets back,
but we've only got the local stumplestiltskins to rely on for loot.
that's a rough exchange.
but,
if i spend more time driving,
and less time working,
then i'm ahead of the curve, yeah?
yeah.
after all,
we've got the shoes,
we've got the fields,
and we've got the ball.
kickin' it all the way live;
never quiet, never soft.....