Disturbing Thoughts…
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Some things that have disturbed me lately:
1. Pre-packaged communion emblems. This is weird to me. The concept in and of itself is something that drags all the sentiment away. As if the concept wasn’t bad enough, the bread has the taste and texture of styrofoam.
2. Cheerleaders. Please do not try to ever tell me that cheerleading is a sport. That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life. Are stunts hard? Yes. Do they take a lot of practice? Yes. Is it a sport? No. A sport requires you to make split-second decisions ( i.e., basketball, football, baseball, tennis, etc…). Cheerleading requires nothing remotely close to this. We went to the Decatur High basketball game the other night and the cheerleaders had signs. Great. I like a good sign just as much as the next guy. But the back of the signs had arrows on them. That’s right. The cheerleaders needed assistance to make sure the signs were right side up. Not a sport. It doesn’t matter what anyone says. And, cheerleaders don’t even lead cheers anymore. They just hoochie dance and flip around during timeouts. Not a sport. Though, I do wish I could flip like that.
3. Kids Don’t Like to Go Outside Anymore. Last week we had one of the prettiest days ever. Seriously. It was one of those kind of days where you just wanna go outside and stand there, because it’s too beautiful to be inside. I called all the kids in the youthgroup. Let’s do something; play ball, wrestle, fly kites… something. 3 out of 14 guys I called took me up on the offer. They just didn’t want to. 4 of my boys were too busy playing Halo. Now, I’m all for video games, don’t get me wrong. Me like the Mario Kart. But I would never have passed up a beautiful day for video games.
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“The internet dude, it fries their brain cells.” (Van Wilder)
I know what you mean bro, I dated a cheerleader for a year and a half and could never get it thru her brain that while cheerleading can be hard and very dangerous at times, it is not a sport and will never be a sport so long as we both shall live. Did I just marry cheerleading? But anyways, I love fast food communion, it rocks!
And as for young bucks, there is no hope for them anymore. They talk trash and over and over get blasted by us oldies and yet the desire to get better is not there. The desire to sweat and practice outside is gone like my fart in the wind. Sweet cancer patients I dont know what to do with myself.
1. I agree that the bread taste like foam. (And everyone knows they’ve tasted it, even if they don’t need to, just to see what it tastes like…or taste what it tastes like.) But it is better than when the juice leaks out into the carrier case causing it to smell like my dead great uncle’s scuplin wine-filled fridge.
2. I really don’t care too much about the whole cheerleading thing. As long as they keep wearing short skirts, it doesn’t offend me if they wanna believe it’s a sport. I guess I don’t care too much for Faulkner’s since they wear pants.
3. I seem to remember several pretty days out that you, Bird, Heath, and Chachie (spelling?) spent inside destroying each other in MarioKart. But it is different when a brothah calls you up to do something and gets the cold rejection. There’s no excuse for that.
And finally, none of Dirty Bird’s farts have ever gone away with the wind.
first of all the only time we ever played mario kart during the day was when we were skipping class. mario kart was almost exclusively reserved for not getting our much needed rest at night.
secondly, you are correct in saying that dirty bird’s farts never disappear in the wind. in fact, wind is like a catalyst for his farts; it only intensifies them and causes the vomit to rise higher in your throat.
The pre packaged communion things always made me chuckle. This may be sacriligious but all I could htink of was “have Christ’s blood and body on the go!!” (apologies for that…tasteless I know). Cheerleading is no where near a sport. And that is that. As for not going outside….picture this…upwards basketball, crisp saturday afternoon, the games are over, a full basketball court is out, ready to be played on. Where are all the kids? huddled around one boy in a back room watching him play some game on the P2P(or whatever it is called). These things are for long road trips, not prime basketball conditions. I hate kids.
I…..like…..cheerleading…..
i am fat. going outside is hard for me to do.