Wednesday, December 22, 2010

they had grilled cheese sandwiches..

oozing with butter...
on utterly GOYISH, WHITE BREAD....lol
and red velvet cupcakes afterwards....uhhh...yeah.....
and they sat and strummed on their 'WHITE' guitars....
and there was a poignant nostalgia in the atmosphere...
and suddenly....
GANDHI entered the room...
with his robes flowing....
and his apostles holding his train....
as if he were a bride walking down the aisle....
and the boy on the sofa began whaling at the sight of the
ASCENDED MAN.....
crying for his mommy....
and the monk at the rectory table was holding a
HUGE JAR OF gummy bears.....(a bribe!)
they continued to wonder why nursery school was STILL IN SESSION...
and so it went.....

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