Favorites Meme
Tagged by my bestest Brit Buddy, Mac over at Mulier Fortis
Hmmm.... what are some of my favorites? I'm going to have to place a bit of a Caveman twist to this particular meme.
It's a favorite of mine that I attend a Mass where the emphasis is on God, and not a constant attempt to bring attention to ones own self. Case in point, The Boss and I went to Mass at Inaccurate Deception Liberal Catholic Tithing Community & Self Worshiptorium last night, and to perfectly sum up this Nervous Disorder hootenanny, there was this sports hero wannabe who kept kissing his index and middle finger, then pointing skywards after executing the Sign of the Cross. Every time. We don't know if he purposefully spilled a little of the Precious Blood on the ground in memory of fallen homies or not... when The Consecration was done, so were we.
Being a smart-ass, flirtatious, goof-ball 17 year old trapped in a 49 year old's body. And getting away with it.
It's a favorite of mine (and everyone else) that I have stopped trying to speak "PC". To shush away over-eager sales reps, I really should stop saying that I'm just buy curious. And when responding to the Final Jeopardy question, I really should stop saying that I'm mentally challenged. I've learned my lesson. From now on, it's plainly said - "get the hell away from me, I'm just looking", and "damn, that's a hard question."
My virtual reality cyber-dog, Barack. I promise that I'll stop smacking the shit outta him just as soon as Bobby Jindal launches his Presidential Exploratory Committee.
I hereby tag the following followers -
NC Conch
Jack
Sub-Vet
G. Thomas
Connie
Joe of St. Thérèse
Tagged by my bestest Brit Buddy, Mac over at Mulier Fortis
Hmmm.... what are some of my favorites? I'm going to have to place a bit of a Caveman twist to this particular meme.
It's a favorite of mine that I attend a Mass where the emphasis is on God, and not a constant attempt to bring attention to ones own self. Case in point, The Boss and I went to Mass at Inaccurate Deception Liberal Catholic Tithing Community & Self Worshiptorium last night, and to perfectly sum up this Nervous Disorder hootenanny, there was this sports hero wannabe who kept kissing his index and middle finger, then pointing skywards after executing the Sign of the Cross. Every time. We don't know if he purposefully spilled a little of the Precious Blood on the ground in memory of fallen homies or not... when The Consecration was done, so were we.Being a smart-ass, flirtatious, goof-ball 17 year old trapped in a 49 year old's body. And getting away with it.
It's a favorite of mine (and everyone else) that I have stopped trying to speak "PC". To shush away over-eager sales reps, I really should stop saying that I'm just buy curious. And when responding to the Final Jeopardy question, I really should stop saying that I'm mentally challenged. I've learned my lesson. From now on, it's plainly said - "get the hell away from me, I'm just looking", and "damn, that's a hard question."
My virtual reality cyber-dog, Barack. I promise that I'll stop smacking the shit outta him just as soon as Bobby Jindal launches his Presidential Exploratory Committee.I hereby tag the following followers -
NC Conch
Jack
Sub-Vet
G. Thomas
Connie
Joe of St. Thérèse
posted by Kevin Whiteman at
5:45 AM
1 Comments:
Nice one Cavey!!
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