The following is a transcript of how last night’s date went down.
I got some Pepsi!
They let me fill it up myself. I put lots of ice in there!
Can I go get more ice? I like pushing the ice button. It’s loud!
Let go of me! LET GO OF ME!!
NO! Let me go, Bridgette! You’re not my real mom, anyway!
Why are all of you looking at me! STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!
I LIKE PEPSI!!
I’M POOPING MY PANTS!!!
Happened again, huh? There might be an underlying issue here.
I’m glad that this blog allows me to publicly explore myself.
last time I explored myself, I ended up on some list on the internet and a special segment on Dateline.
were you on a date with Keith Marler? is that why Bridgette was having to physically drag you away?
A+++++++++++++++++++++++
possibly my all-time favorite.
Scott-
I feel that this post’s strength lies in its ambiguity.
I think publicly exploring oneself is illegal Peter.
(singing)
The vodka in my glass makes the pills go down
pills go down…
pills go down…
The vodka in my glass makes the pi…….
that comment from “bridgette” has kevin sawyer written all over it. A+++ for that, too.
a good day for the JLP!!
Tim Hipps
Although Peter is a teacher you don’t have to grade everything. Calm down and poop your pants for crying out loud.
Boy it doesn’t take anything to get you men riled up, does it?
Pepsi causes wet farts.
i couldn’t help myself… i love poop stories! when i was leading small group, we actually once had an icebreaker of, “tell your favorite poop story.” there were some GREAT ones! and no wonder i’m not a leader anymore.
Tim…
Between that, the Peep incident, and burning down that cabin…