Palm Sunday started with a knee to the nuts that I was actually grateful to receive. Moments before my shell shocker I was trying to figure out where to park my 1976 Cutlass.
It was parked on my dad’s parking pad and he was on his way home. He’s gonna shit if I don’t move it.
I went from pacing back and forth at me parents house to trying not to scream and wake up the neighbors.
I wonder if God knows what I’m dreaming about and if he does can he show my dad?
Poppa God and my dad are sitting in Poppa God’s office watching the dream that I’m suffering through….
Jesus walks in and asks both of our fathers what is so funny.
“Be quiet son! Don’s son is dreaming, but he’s about ready to get kicked in the nuts by Don’s granddaughter.”
Jesus replies, “I’ve seen this happen before. Jumbo always screams out my name right after impact!”
Good morning Chalkheads! The glows of sunrise are cooking up some gorgeous colors this morning. We might get a decent sunrise after a crappy Saturday.
Every team I wanted to win lost yesterday. So I probably jagged Iowa with my crappy chalk Hawkeye. That’s the blobby thing on the bottom righthand side.
Holy Week starts today…. Passover begins on Wednesday. Jesus gets crucified on Friday and he shakes it off on Sunday.
Busy week!
How would you like to start your week being cheered and welcomed into town? Then one of your buddies sets you up while you are at Seder. Before you know it the cops are at the door and you are getting arrested.
That’s the kind of week our skinny Jewish hippy friend is about to have…
I prefer my week…. Opening Day at Sox Park. The smell of grilled onions. The sound of the baseball off the end of a bat. The long lines to the pisser and the traffic driving home.
Let’s get this April started…..
