There's a big difference between a karate chop and a pork chop. I know this may sound stupid to the average reader, but it hit me last night like a ton of bricks. I hope you will bare with me while I explain why this is so profound. As I laid in my bed last night designing my ideal mini-van- complete with a remote control hobo and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich dispenser- I found myself dozing off into a fitful sleep. I don't know whether it was Mary's hair tickling my nose or my accidental overdose on cold medicine, but I quickly began to dream that I was surrounded by ninjas; not just your average ninjas, but ninjas with big... dancing... bison. Doing what any brave defender of the faith would do, I quickly turned my tail and ran screaming like a puppy. I soon found myself mysteriously cornered by two purple... ahhhh. I woke up about that point in a cold sweat trying desperately to remember what the two purple ahhhs were. Do you have any ideas? Submit them to the blog... the best answer gets a super prize that will make the ladies swoon... well, unless the winner is a girl... then Mary will decide a on a prize to make the fellers all upons... Good Luck!
--Patrick
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Not fair...Jordan and Brian will be at Scout Camp until the 9th and I'm sure will want to participate. How about moving the date back a week until the 16th? (family camp-out, I know). Well, whatever you decide....
Sego lily
They were Flying Purple People Eaters, of coarse!
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