Get your ass over here!!

A girl in my English speaking training class asked me to help her better speak this sentence-Sorry, I didn't get your name. And I said, "what do you need my help for? You've already speak English as correct as an anchorwoman. " She apparently didn't know that I was just being nice and said, "Yeah, I know. But I want to make the best of it." "well, then. Your speaking sounds flawless to me. But maybe you wanna link 'get' and 'your' and pronounce them like 'gecha', like "Hey, Jerome. Gecha your ass over here." well, it was something my mother used to called me.

I have this picture in my mind.

I've always wanted to be a stand-up comedian. You know, I always have this picture in my mind that one day I walk down the stairs and to the bar like I've been there for thousands times. And I say to the bartender with an hoarse voice, "Hey! Who's the next guy? Is he funny?"

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It's a quarter pas 10 at night. I turned on the TV and tuned to Sports channel for a women tennis match. Sport English has always been my weakest part of my english Vocabulary, so I decided to watch women playing tennis routinely.
Not for nothing, I want to increase my sports english vocabs and watch Sharapova, the Russian tennis hotty.
I know some of you would say it's kinda soft porn and learning English from tennis reporter is just an excuse, but I'm just gonna do it anyway. heyhey.

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Last night I was watching the first season of the West Wing, and decided to write a obituary for the person who played Leo Mcgary, who was the chief of staff to the President in the TV series.
Somehow, today when I was ready to give it a try, I can't remember his real name. Then I think, "to hell with that, I'm gonna do it anyway." So, here it goes:
Dear Mr. Spencer
My name is Jerome and I've been one of your big fans since the first time I sawin the "the west Wing" I love your show because your performance and acting was so extraordinary and enchanting. I still can recall at one scence you were standing there in the Oval office, arguing with the President who was just about to launch a war against his enemy, and then you said, "Dr. King wasn't wrong, he's just didn't have your job."
It's really a shame that you give in to you long-standing heart disease and left us your admirers.
The moment you left us, I believe, was when we lost one of our best actors in the world. I'm only
glad that you had left us such a fascinating work, which I'm sure would be your legacy for us.

Respectfully
Jerome.


PS: It's not really an obituary, I know, but I just want to write the old man an message.