I’m back in the ‘boken after traveling well over a thousand miles in under eighty hours. I’m crunchy. I’m stinky. And I’m still haunted by the fruity/chemical taste of the endless Bojangles and Diet Mountain Dew fueled burps that my brother consistently managed to blow into my open mouth every time I turned to yell at him.
It was a long trip.
Never fear, there’s ample fuel for at least three more blogs (and pictures and VIDEOS) based on the antics of my siblings. I just don’t have the energy to cobble together coherent sentences today (as exhibited by the last sentence of that first paragraph). Instead, I leave you with a song. It’s one of Thom’s favorites. I think it explains quite a bit. And no, I don’t think I’m the son of God. Thom might, though.
We started the return car ride with Thom asking, “What about you, Elly – did you suffer a crisis of faith or did you just never believe in God?” Then we ended the trip screaming along to the lyrics of this song. Let the psychoanalysis begin…
That song was really something. Something, indeed. Welcome back to the land of snow and dead car batteries. We’ve missed you.
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Snow. Boo. Hiss.
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Sean and I have just decided to make ourselves “What would Craig do?” bracelets. Thank you for giving us some part of the gospel to truly get behind and support.
♥Spot
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Aw yeah! That’s way more ambitious than drinking cold Coors Light. That was my homage last night.
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Such the second child.
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Such the douche.
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Awesome. The Bojangles burp to your mouth. I love BJ’s, though maybe not that way. I am confused, Thom might think you are son of god or that he is?? I think you are.
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I left that vague on purpose. I figure if he confuses me, he should confuse you guys, too. Such is Thom.
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I now know what my answer will be going forward in life when people ask that stupid question…” If you could meet any historical figure from the past, who would it be?” I am definitely going to have to go with, “Oh, I would definitely want to meet fucking Craig, you know, Craig Christ, Jesus’ brother” LMAO
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Funny, I would have guessed Alfred Kinsey as your pick. Craig would definitely be more fun at a party.
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used to be Dante
.-= Wicked Shawn´s last blog ..Wicked List of Good and Not So Good Ideas =-.
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Arghhh I can’t hear the song… probably just as well as my stomach is still churning thinking about all the burping!
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But it’s so GOOD! Here are the lyrics, but its really not quite the same.
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Craig-lyrics-Stephen-Lynch/ADACB3E1DAE55483482570990028786A
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dearest,
I used to worry about you sometimes, now I worry all the time.
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Glad you’re back safe. I can’t stop singing that Eddie Murphy song – my don likes to worry all the time, worry all the time, worry all the tie-ime.
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Ahh, thank Craig you’re back!
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