After yesterday's post, I've heard back from my relatives who are shocked... SHOCKED that I was such a naughty boy scout. Now I have to share uplifting or enlightening stories about myself in a feeble attempt to prove I still deserve my halo. While not as entertaining, they do paint me in a better light, like the time I... wait, that one ended badly.
Oh, yeah, once, when a group of us got together for a... hold on, a couple of laws were broken at that party...
Well, I can remember once, when I was helping a stray... oops, that one didn't turn out well, either.
Geesh! Maybe I AM a bad person--that would explain the two cowlicks in my hair right on the top of my head that I never seem to be able to comb down and look like two horns...
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Maybe you are the devil. I remember you and Jarrod murdering my favorite doll Susie. How tragic it was for a little trusting sister to run to her room in excitment because her older brothers said there was a surprise, but when I got to my room there was Suzie with blood (ketchup) all over her, hanging from the light fixture. I am still hauted by that sight.
I didn't have anything to do with that, as far as I can remember--that was all sadistic Jarrod on that one.
Just keep telling yourself that for peace of mind.......
Just give yourself another year on those cowlicks, and they'll be gone, too.
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