Enjoy. :)
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember…
A blast from the past… My daughter just posted this picture of me taken back in high school by a budding photographer. :)
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OK, just saw this on my daughter’s blog, it made me laugh just as hard as when this happened years ago. Enjoy, it’s a funny story. :)
In response to this classic 8-track I will tell one of the funniest stories of my childhood. Every year there is the Jimmy V Celebrity Golf Tournament in my town. It has flagged of late, but it was pretty awesome when I was a kid. Michael Jordan came, Dave Coulier (that’s right, Uncle Joey), and, you guessed it, Meat Loaf. So in tournaments there are pairings sheets with names of all who are participating and the groups they are in. Meat Loaf was listed as “Loaf, Meat”…not. joking. So when my mom saw one of her favorite rockers driving away in his golf cart she RAN AFTER HIM, while shouting “MR. LOAF! MR. LOAF!”
Everyone nearly peed their pants laughing, I’m pretty sure my little sister actually did, and “Mr. Loaf!” is still one of my favorite things to shout.
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