Goodbye Candyland
Hey guess what guys??!!
You're Bath Soap!
Everybody needs you! Some more than others.
Both men and women just seem to rip their clothes off whenever you're near. Go you!
Anyway, sorry if the crude imagery of you ripping off your clothes to take a shower offended any of ya'lls. It's all in good fun. Here's another offensive remark: "Yo mamma's so fat the back of her neck looks like a package of hot dogs." Take THAT! PaPOW!
This week was actually pretty awesome. I got to see a lot of peoples that I've not seen in ages. My former youth group, including Brad Eades, the youth intern of yon ages past, got together not once, but TWICE, my friend, to revel in the changes of this past semester and reminisce with fellow raconteurs. (We also saw Harry Potter, which was a bit of a disappointment) Brad was a bit dismal Saturday night, telling me that he didn't want to have to go home to St. Louis the following day and leave "Candy Land." I realized that today I have to leave Candy Land too.
But I've also realized that Candy Land disappears after the holidays. Friends part, with the promise to call, and people go back to new homes, their new lives that they've made for themselves in various cities, and the fellowship is broken. Reminds me of Lord of the Rings. So, my point is, that even if I didn't return to the village on the Plains, all that would be left here is a Molasses Swamp.
You're Bath Soap!
Everybody needs you! Some more than others.
Both men and women just seem to rip their clothes off whenever you're near. Go you!
Anyway, sorry if the crude imagery of you ripping off your clothes to take a shower offended any of ya'lls. It's all in good fun. Here's another offensive remark: "Yo mamma's so fat the back of her neck looks like a package of hot dogs." Take THAT! PaPOW!
This week was actually pretty awesome. I got to see a lot of peoples that I've not seen in ages. My former youth group, including Brad Eades, the youth intern of yon ages past, got together not once, but TWICE, my friend, to revel in the changes of this past semester and reminisce with fellow raconteurs. (We also saw Harry Potter, which was a bit of a disappointment) Brad was a bit dismal Saturday night, telling me that he didn't want to have to go home to St. Louis the following day and leave "Candy Land." I realized that today I have to leave Candy Land too.
But I've also realized that Candy Land disappears after the holidays. Friends part, with the promise to call, and people go back to new homes, their new lives that they've made for themselves in various cities, and the fellowship is broken. Reminds me of Lord of the Rings. So, my point is, that even if I didn't return to the village on the Plains, all that would be left here is a Molasses Swamp.