My God...

I barely believe this shit...

Yesterday, after that inbred dickhead barged in here, I flipped OUT. I was going to change the lock on the front door, because I had no idea where in this house the key might be.
Not a clue.

While I was looking for it, I found a St. Anthony's medal. I looked him up to see what he's the Patron Saint of and it's finding lost things.

Okay.
Cool.

I asked about my mind, a tape I can't ssem to find and my patience and oh, yeah... be cool if I could find that stupid key, too, Dude.

Well.
Guess what I just found?

Yeah MAN, the key!!!

When that thing slid into the lock and turned the bolt, I got goosebumps.

I'm still kinda numb.

Wow.
Ya know?

Gotta go get a copy or two made, now.

Thank you, St. Anthony.
You too, God.

Too cool.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:21 PM

Comments

1 How'd he do on helping you find your mind? Cause if that worked, I'd like you to send me the medal next, m'kay?

Posted by: RP at March 08, 2005 10:05 AM (LlPKh)

2 Next time, just wave a pistol in his face. He'll get out of the house.

If he doesn't, then shoot him and call 911 to come get that dead burglar out of your home.

Posted by: Acidman at March 10, 2005 04:46 PM (rz1Lc)

3 You Catholics and them saints of yours....
I think when St. Whatshername finds out you were were once baptised in the Bracha Bible kid-fucking Church, she and fellow saints may want to put a little distance between you and themselves..
plus, I haven't found out what you're mad about,
since I haven't read your great blog for nearly a week. I'm now going to go catch up..

Love,
Dad

Posted by: haveayen at March 11, 2005 11:59 PM (VPYMW)






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