sconsetmonkey

I've seen it. It's real. And it's scary.

31 July 2008

Jesus Christ Shit Stain

I must apologize for my tardiness in posting yesterday's miraculous sightings, yes two, of your boss the Jewish carpenter.

I'll let you search out the CNN "reports" but here's a brief summary.

The first was a Cheeto, ya know, those crunchy orange things that your wipe the crumbs on you ass. Kind of like Ash Wednesday but backwards. The image of Jesus on the cross was nicknamed Cheesus by the owner of the most holy of snacks. Now that's viral marketing.

The second sighting was on a poor little kitten's fur. The swirling coat of a cute little feline in the likeness of the face of Jesus is surely a sign, right?

What if, just what if, the crazy guy on the corner with the bullhorn, judged by all as a wacko, really is Jesus. The real second coming right there as you laugh and snicker while off to see Hannah Montana.

Ridiculous you say? No more ridiculous than Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich or in a glass of chocolate milk. Although a tasty combination bad for your heart.

Enjoy and remember cleanliness is next to godliness. Is really is Christmas in July.

30 July 2008

How you gonna come?

27 July 2008

Stepping up...

So in the game of lacrosse there is this little thing called a Braveheart. This occasionally occurs when a game ends in a tie. (Usually in a championship game where ties must be decided.) The tie breaker consists of one goalie and one other player from each team going head to head using the full field to break the tie with the first goal scored.

A lot of pressure for a young player to accept. The coaches almost turned their backs as not to even catch a glimpse as a Braveheart is completely out of their control.

Our team's choice accepted the challenge with grace and a fair amount of fear. Four and a half minutes of hard running, hard hitting and hard knocks left one player standing in victory and the other literally on his knees in defeat.

Both teams rushed the field at the conclusion and carried their players off the field on their shoulders with pride and respect.

Big fucking balls and class for a bunch of kids.