Good Morning,
Casey Anthony is back. All blondes should file suit. Forrest was right. Stupid is as stupid does. Lohan is jealous. Texans day is Saturday. We need a slogan. Luv ya Blue. Clutch City. Maybe Terrible Texans. Something. And a team song. I still like, Who Let The Dogs Out? I like barking in certain spots. It's like grunting. A man thing, you know. Maybe it's really a big boy thing. Remember Kip's Big Boy? There used to be one close to our house. I liked their food. The statue out front was a little weird. Was he Kip or Big Boy? They had a burger that was like a Big Mac, with secret sauce of some kind. And a salad with lots of chopped ham on it. The only thing I didn't like about it was my Oceanography teacher, Mr. Williams, used to eat there and I would have to see him. He was like the statue out front - a little weird. He liked sea animals more than people. He never liked me as much after Arnold flipped some kind of salamander out of the aquarium onto the classroom floor and I couldn't quit laughing. You would have thought we killed the principal. Mr. Williams was really ticked. He had a slight lisp but when he got mad that day his lisp went into overdrive. I sat at the front of the room the rest of the year. Everybody in the high school science department was a little weird seems like. Too many Bunsen burner fumes, I guess. Everybody except Ms. Wuensche. She was hot. Well at least in our hormone addled 17 year old brains, anyway. Word was she had been a model before coming to teach at our school. Now, does that really make sense? From model to teaching chemistry at a high school in Pasadena, Texas. See what I mean about hormones? She was at least younger than the rest of the science department and was female. Maybe Eddy Van Halen was in our class and I just don't remember, but one of our classmates ended up marrying her after graduation. Hot For Teacher was more than a song looks like. Enough about science. Have a great day. I do have the formula for gunpowder and hydrogen that can both be made from items you can purchase at the drug store and feed store. Weird and science came together with me. Boom boom, out go the lights.
Men's breakfast and Bible study tomorrow morning at 8am.
Ladies you too will have a breakfast at 8am but not with us, but I guess you can ride with you manly man, if you like.
God lift my denial. Let me see the ditch in which I so often live. Let me look up to see Your fiercest anger poured out on Your Son so that I could see your mercy, Your compassions that are fresh every time I look up from the ditch, God, I know You've been quoting words written by Lewis: "God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts to us in our pain; it is His megaphone to a deaf world. Please, let me hear your voice of love whispering beneath Your paralyzing shouts. But don't stop shouting. I's still pretty deaf." This an excerpt from Dr. Larry Crabb's book, " 66 Love Letters." Each book of the Bible is a love letter from God to humanity.
See you later, love, ken
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