My new favorite picture:
Think about it. If Jesus has that much love for dinosaurs, wouldn't he also have that much love for you? (Answer: No. Dinosaurs are much better than you.)
I'd like to have pad thai for dinner. I've got an intense craving for it.
Also, I had lost the key that opened my office door and I found it today at the bottom of the washing machine.
Today I went to the bank. Because it was a short trip, I didn't bother to bring any music with me. However, I became bored while waiting for my turn at the drive-up, so I turned on the radio. I found a local "classic rock" station and listened to that. Apparently their whole gimmick is that you won't hear any songs that offend you or that you'll have to explain to your children. Also, their disc jockeys don't use vulgar language. The song they were playing? Walk This Way by Aerosmith. For those of you who aren't as familiar with the song, here is the first verse:
Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers
till I talked to your daddy, he say
he said "you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin
then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways"
I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder
oh, the times I could reminisce
'cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin
only started with a little kiss
like this!
"Mommy, what does Steven Tyler mean by 'real young bleeder'?"
So in the first verse alone we have a "backstroke lover" (I will have to call my mom and ask her what this is, breaking the first promise of the radio station), somebody's father encouraging somebody else's child to go "down on a muffin," "a real young bleeder" (um, gross?), and an incestuous fourway. I don't care how many people you do it with, but doing it with sisters has always freaked me out.
This only solidifies my conviction that people who are distressed by the vulgarity of our culture are only troubled by the novel manifestations of said vulgarity. The stuff they've been listening to since junior high? No issues there.