First things first.
This isn’t a poetry-only blog. I wish I was that cool, but alas, I am not.
And speaking of my coolness, I am highly doubting it at the moment. I’m not losing confidence, just doubting coolness, so don’t worry.
I think Facebook applications are a bunch of liars. I used to have this application posted on my site that said I was the best roommate, hottest, and most desired for marriage. I took the little poll on that particular application just to see how I would do, and then left it up there for awhile solely because I’d be a fool not to advertise those results.
Reality, however, tells a different tale.
I had to ask 3 different women to this weekend’s Resurrection Ball before I got a date. Hottest? Most desired for marriage? Ha. I spent Saturday telling myself that “stag” is a really cool sounding word. After all, Bambi’s father was a stag and he was one of the first bad dudes that I ever saw in a film.
Either way, the ball should be fun because it’s run by a bunch of Presbyterians. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Presbyterians, I shall list a few reasons why they are fun to have around:
1. Their denomination was founded by John Knox who was Scottish and had a beard that all manly men envy.
2. Solid biblical exegesis.
3. As a general rule, they smoke pipes.
So we’ll be dancing upon this Friday, and that pretty much makes me the worst Baptist ever (I use the word “Baptist” loosely, but I can’t avoid my roots in Charles Stanley’s church).
Filed under: Dancing Christians, Facebook, Orange Juice
i appreciate that you apparently created the categories dancing christians, orange juice, and whiskey for this post… i’m looking forward to see what other posts will fall under these categories in the future… especially “dancing christians”…
oh, and, not to toot my own horn, but if you leave out john knox and just consider the beard, that list could be a list of why you like me so much… yeah… i’m just kidding…
You’re right about the beard.
And you’ve caught me; all my love poetry is written to you. I hope your wife doesn’t get mad at me.
so yah whisky and oj…not very good together. and I ain’t mad atchya. But that is only assuming of course that I can gank some poetry of yours and call it my own..then he will really love me, he will he will.
I miss you buddy.
oh and my facebook once told me that I was most likely to smell funny, and to be late, or not show up at all..that really hurts the street cred ya know.