With Great Augusto!

Midsummer Enthusiasm from Maven Quibble



AAAAAHHHHH YEEEEEEAAAAHHH BOOOOYYEEEEEE!

Feel it DEEP DOWN!

YOU KNOW IT!

NICE!

I'm comin' at you with EVERYTHING I've got! You better BACK THE HECK UP, Holmes! I'm all over this essay!

It's August, baby! It's the eighth month of the year! ARE YOU PSYCHED, OR WHAT?



Perhaps you're puzzled. Maybe you don't feel psyched it's August. Okay, fair enough.

Here's a bunch of words that remind me of August:

grape
Tuesday
deposit
indicate
ZOOM
peanut

I just KNOW you're feelin' my flow NOW, baby! HOW CAN YOU NOT? You are SO down with August now! Thirty-one days of jacked-up heat! Thirty-one nights of cracked-up feet!

(I know, but it rhymes.)

Here's a paragraph that reminds me of August:

A dachshund named Smoky was causing problems for the Fitzsimmons crew. Smoky would walk on the Fitzsimmons's newly-smoothed wet cement and make a face like he didn't care. It was the height of rudeness. One time, Smoky took a poop on Seamus's sashimi. Seamus went ballistic - he cancelled his subscription to Lucky and threatened Smokey's owner's mother's father. He said, "That 110-year-old dickhead is DEAD!"

See? That paragraph captures August perfectly. So to Coolio, Chuck D and Dom DeLuise, I say... Happy Birthday! And to everyone else, I say... HAPPY AUGUST!