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Birthdays, again. Next up, Jesus.
I hope Jesus likes her B-day (but if she doesn't there's a couple of boards and some rusty nails with her name on 'em!) because I know I am going to like her B-day. You know what is going to go down? A ceili at the Dubliner AND THEN a ceili at Oddfellows. That's like, one...two... SIX hours of freakin' ceilis! And of course, I'm not talking about two-thousand-year-old bones-to-dust Jesus who's "birthday" is already being advertised on TV non-stop (to fill up the void of negative political ads, of course), but the Real Jesus, Alexi. My son. And sister. What's that? Shut up.
In the backround is the worst game show I've ever seen. William Shatner, twenty or so ladies dancing when he deems it, an allusive "killer card", and a contestant so annoying I wish the killer card would really mean he would die. Then it would be the BEST game show ever.
I'm getting sick! My throat, of all things, is hurting. My THROAT. MY throat. It's weird, because that doesn't happen often. It must be the sign of a tumor. Nurse Feenz? Any new age celtic remedies you be recomending? I already gathered some "halls".
The End.
I hope Jesus likes her B-day (but if she doesn't there's a couple of boards and some rusty nails with her name on 'em!) because I know I am going to like her B-day. You know what is going to go down? A ceili at the Dubliner AND THEN a ceili at Oddfellows. That's like, one...two... SIX hours of freakin' ceilis! And of course, I'm not talking about two-thousand-year-old bones-to-dust Jesus who's "birthday" is already being advertised on TV non-stop (to fill up the void of negative political ads, of course), but the Real Jesus, Alexi. My son. And sister. What's that? Shut up.
In the backround is the worst game show I've ever seen. William Shatner, twenty or so ladies dancing when he deems it, an allusive "killer card", and a contestant so annoying I wish the killer card would really mean he would die. Then it would be the BEST game show ever.
I'm getting sick! My throat, of all things, is hurting. My THROAT. MY throat. It's weird, because that doesn't happen often. It must be the sign of a tumor. Nurse Feenz? Any new age celtic remedies you be recomending? I already gathered some "halls".
The End.