>When I was in high school, I decided I was too cool to go to
>church, so on Sundays I would send my 10-year-old brother into
>the chapel and my friend and I would go play Uno in the
>cemetery next door. One week my brother decided he was tired
>of this and went straight home instead of finding us first. My
>mother came tearing through the graveyard to find us,
>screaming: "LIKE A BUNCH OF ROMANS, PLAYING CARDS AT THE FEET
>OF JESUS!!"
>
>hehehehe
>
>Marie
Marie,
ROTFLMAO!!!
Okay, so we have heathens, nudies, head-bangers, sex maniacs, Bobbi with her human trafficking....:+ Good to know we all have our foibles!
I'll just add to my list that I was on a gameshow once. Totally humiliating experience.
Sparrow
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow - what a ride!’ — Peter Sage