Tuesday, November 22, 2005

We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand.













If I came out to visit the Dude, and while hiking, we encountered a grizzly bear on the trail, I would:
Look up from your cell phone, irritated, and ask, "Do you know who I AM?"
Shit twice, die.
Experience deep, immediate regret for your decision to wear your homemade, raw bacon underwear.
Crank Love is a Battlefield and do the shoulder-shimmy/boob-shake dance until it went away.
Ask the bear if it has accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as his savior.
Wave your hand and deeply intone, "These aren't the droids you're looking for.... Move along."



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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd sympathize with my bear brother. We'd talk about how the white man has hunted our kinds. Then we'd take out our anger on the dude by eating his liver.

-Timmy

6:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There, now boob-shaking is equal to using the Force.

8:39 AM  

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