I don't really feel comfortable around farm animals. Some are OK, but being way deep into the farm environment gets uncomfortable for me sometimes. Like getting too close to a radioactivity source or drifting away from an increasingly less visible shoreline. I worry that if I lose sight of the smog cloud or my car keys the farmer will try to bury me in the garden like in Motel Hell.
Neal, you are going to want to beat me when you find out who anonymous mean boy is. It was god: your least favorite of my friends, the Big Nonexistent Screw Up who ruined Africa and spends her/his/their lunch break poking the ozone layer with tiny holes.
Now admit it: god is funny. I bring that out in um. That's why we are friends.
p.s. No matter how many imaginary conversations I have with the creator of all beings, you can't beat me for it. That's intolerance. I would have to call Amnesty Interational and tell them your library card number.
9 comments:
it's still funny.
I don't really feel comfortable around farm animals. Some are OK, but being way deep into the farm environment gets uncomfortable for me sometimes. Like getting too close to a radioactivity source or drifting away from an increasingly less visible shoreline. I worry that if I lose sight of the smog cloud or my car keys the farmer will try to bury me in the garden like in Motel Hell.
haha
ha ha you Neal laughed at something god said. I think that that is great.
Neal, you are going to want to beat me when you find out who anonymous mean boy is. It was god: your least favorite of my friends, the Big Nonexistent Screw Up who ruined Africa and spends her/his/their lunch break poking the ozone layer with tiny holes.
Now admit it: god is funny. I bring that out in um. That's why we are friends.
p.s. No matter how many imaginary conversations I have with the creator of all beings, you can't beat me for it. That's intolerance. I would have to call Amnesty Interational and tell them your library card number.
no more beatings, just into a box for you...
what about that makes me laugh? The image of you opening a pastry box and motioning for me to go inside.
Neal, tell me how much you like my preface.
like what i've seen.
Post a Comment