Keys Keys Keys
All day at work I try and unlock doors with my apartment key.
Then I get home and try and unlock my apartment with my church keys.
This is just another sign that I've done something to anger God.
Also I'm often off pitch.
I work as Associate Children's Ministry @ Saturn Road Church of Christ, but I prefer the titles 'Secretary of Keeping it Real' and 'Medium Range Ballistic Missionary.' I try to mix up the posts so some are for adults and some for kids. Hopefully there is a kid inside all of us. Although I do not have a kid inside me, I swallowed a knife and the kid cut his way out and escaped.
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Ps. I got in a car accident.
You must be getting old...
Yep...you can buy all the Mighty Blasters you want and pretend you are young...but using the wrong keys erases some of the points in the youth column that you had previously gained by your cool stuff purchases.
Hey look.
Nothing can diminish the coolness of the smoke ring gun.
For crying out loud, it shoots smoke rings!
Oh no! Are you hurt? How is your car?
Oh, silly Trey. The only people who "anger" God are liberals. And we've all accepted the fact that we're going to hell, so everything's cool.
And, to avoid further car accidents, you might want to try not doing a driveby smoke-ringing next time.
The only church keys I remember were the ones old people used to open "adult beverages" before the pop top. Humm, didn't have anything to do with the accident I hope?!? =) Glad you are okay, sorry about the fender bender.
Darth Brooks, eh?
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