Expertise:Some would say that I am a pianist. Others would say that I'm an actor or an athelete. Still others would only know me as an average engineering student. But pretty much I'm mediocre at a ton of stuff, and not really expert at much of anything. Why did you even ask, now I have to go find a skill. Dang.
Slightly damaged (mentally and emotionally) from the lack of responses to recent posts about Joey, he has become a recluse, a bum, a dried prune addict and very selective about his clothing. I hope you all are happy. I mean look at him, I almost don't want to tell you that he has hidden a lifetime supply of dried prunes in the fold of his hat. Poor, poor Joey. He is battling an alterego where in a delerious state he begins to rap and rap and rap. He thinks that orange rhymes with everything and he calls him self "Slim-Tan". Yes, all this is because of you. Not only does this affect his mental condition, but he has drastic mood swings from enormous highs where this look is permanently plastered on his face:
To drastic lows where his face shrivels like the prunes in the fold of his hat *see picture below*. Please don't let this trajedy continue. Comment. Now. For his sake. Not mine. Don't say things like "You are ugly." Or hurtful things like "what in tarnation is wrong with his face." Or "what is going on between his ears that would ease his conscience about wearing a hat like that." Thank you. I will make sure to keep all of you concerned readers informed about the stability of his condition.
Because the general populace was scared senseless by my last post of Keith, Keith changed his name to Ferguson and stopped working out. An unsightly and unfortunate side effect of the drastic change of his workout schedule was that Ferguson's forehead swelled with the muscle that once inhabitted his Gascon jaw line and tree stump of a neck. Fergy (that's his nick name) now is receiving physical therapy to make his forehead weaker.
Basically, Joey has been working out lately. He's been a little shy about it so I had to sneak this post up while he was asleep. He changed his name to Keith and it is pronounced like you would say "Keith" after drinking a glass of half and half...really gutterally and only in a bass frequency that most human beings can't hear. So try not to stare because he might crush you between his pecs in fierce, steroid driven rage.
This made me laugh uncontrollably for a few seconds. I'm ok now. I think the funniest part is how patient this guy had to be. "Cheese...cheese....cheese....cheese..." I would have been like "I am going to murder you with this cheese."
"But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in in it will be laid bare. Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and goldy lives as you look forward to the day of God and speed its coming."
Everything physical comfort, every unspiritual entertainment and delight, every car, house, television, cell phone, computer, item of clothing, EVERYTHING..will be destroyed. By fire. I think on that day, our preoccupation won't be our last bank statement, the favorable reaction we had from the joke we told our friends, our appearance, or anything of that nature. Let's remember today what kind of people we ought to be, knowing as we do that everything in this world will be destroyed when the Lord comes.
