FlippyDoodle

Okay, My last blog was getting a wee bit too long, so I decided to start a new one.
H'okay ! So, from where I last left off, about my weak immune system when it comes to arguements in which Soda favours the opposition, after that, we started discussing Tim Shepard's gang. About how his little brother Curly wouldn't be there because he's a stupid little chicken nugget.
WHO WOULD NAME A CHILD CURLY?!?!?! AND I THOUGHT PONYBOY WAS AN IDIOTIC NAME!! I WAS ALL LIKE, DAD, WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU NAMING MY WEE BROTHER PONYBOY YO!!!!????
Sodapop sounds like a cute name though.....
I don't like my name; Darrel. I want to be Bartholomew. Or Abraham or something. Bah! No sense dwelling on things that cannot be changed.
Oh! I just made an excellent joke about Soda's brain being non-existent. He is quite 'mad' at me now. Time to show off a bit. I decided to do a somersault in the air off of the front steps. The others followed suit. Back a summer or two ago I took a class at the YMCA, that taught me how to do all of those crazy stunts, I then schooled the gang on the moves in case it would help them in the future.
"I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the fair name of our city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" Soda bellowed loudly to the world. "Greaser..greaser..greaser...O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood!" Steve came in second. Now was my turn.
"Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Get thee hence, white trash," Two bit said in his best impression of a Soc. "I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties." Ponyboy said his bit next, in a serious awestruck voice.
"And what do you do for fun?"
"I JUMP GREASERS!!!!!!" Two-Bit screamed with all the power in the world. I felt a sharp pang as I remembered that fateful night months ago when we found Johnny beaten to a pulp by the same greaser he had killed. That fiend deserved everything he got, and more. I thought to myself. No. No one deserves to die. Especially not Johnny. This world is cruel, tough. Maybe if we all thought like Dallas, we'd be better off. But wait. No. Dally isn't almighty. He loves Johnny too. Maybe not the way I do. But he still cares for him. Dally was almost in tears when he saw Johnny that night also. I was just awestruck. Dally was angry. Dally was devastated, I- My inner thoughts were interrupted, as we had reached our destination. Now, we had to wait.