March 7, 2008

God Loves the Little Drunkards

Several years ago I was sitting in my dorm room on the third floor. I noticed, as one does, that there were a lot of drunk people that walk down the street past my room. It was really fun to mess with them sometimes.

So, one night when I was tired of all of the laughing and screaming and talking, I yelled out of the window:

"My children, thou art menteth to be quieteth! Do my will, and hush thine mouths... eth!"




I heard some rustling from below, footsteps, and then only silence. To this day they probably think that God himself was talking to them.

Blogging the depths of the abyss,
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1 comment:

I like the way you think.