* no he didn’t … (updated)
Note to self: Never invite your sweet daddy to Thanksgiving Dinner with your church family if mr. preacher man is going to be there, which is somewhat inevitable. Mr. preacher man will invite your father, in front of you, to join him in his food gathering outting scheduled for next week and your daddy will gleefully agree to go … just to see you squirm a bit. Is there no shame in this world any longer?
There are some things in this world that are just wrong. Things that go against the course of nature. Things that should just not happen under any circumstance. Please picture me standing here with my hands upon my big old fat ample hips, waving one finger in the air furiously. Is that a vision you could’ve lived without? Well, you can blame it squarely on mr. preacher man.
do you see this line?
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That would be the line that mr. preacher man stomped walked right over today. Yep, he did. He’s obviously desperate in his attempt to beat my Sunday school class in the Mt. Wesley Smackdown on hunger …. Woooo!
Let me just tell y’all what he did. (cause thats the grown up mature thing to do). Today, while I was diligently working in court, he snuck up to the courthouse and attempted to infiltrate my home front. He told my faithful co workers of his ploy to overtake the young adults class in the smackdown challenge. His plan? For my co workers to help his team. The nerve! The unbridled Gaul! The gloves are off … the heat is about the get turned up.
AND … if that weren’t bad enough, I get a voice mail from mr. preacher man, proudly announcing his little coup of the clerk’s staff. mmhhmm … he did. He called and laughed on my voice mail, out loud. It is so on now. If you have not gone shopping yet, get your fanny out the door. Fine, you can wait till daylight if you must. I won’t be sleeping tonight. I have strategy to plot!
ps: isn’t there some rule about preachers being all nice and humble and stuff like that?
me.
now do you see why i said i was going to team up with mr preacher man?
um no, they are your co workers too … i offered to split any clerks office loot with you. shame shame shame.
Do I need to gather the troops in Tennesssee? I think we can take ‘em… Just let me know what’cha need. We’ve got some big cannons out here. I’m certain there are a few of us that can miss a meal or ten and not be starved.
By the way, I’m in Ohio tonight, so I’ll gather up the gang here too.
Just let Mr. Preacher Man think he’s going to pull something over on a Bentley (Null)…. I’ve got to laugh, what is he thinking?
By the way, I won’t even mention Cathy? If nothing else, she should know that Bentley’s we can feed the world with fried chicken.
She’s not got a chance….
You are so funny. Get the big guns out Melinda.
First of all I didn’t sneak anywhere, I came right through the front door, and by the way your co-workers said they would gladly help me instead of you. That is just the beginning! I can’t begin to tell you the organizations that are bringing food to me Saturday! HA HA HA. You better get your troops in Tennessee, Ohio, and any other state you got troops in. The gathering is on!! WHOOOOOOOO!
asu is on the side of the young adults
Sorry Chrisi, alcohol is not something we would accept so I don’t think ASU is going to help.
haha, thanks alot eric–you know, i am an off campus student, so we can still help