“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
So in less the 24 hours from now we will have reached zero hour. The 29th anniversary of the greatest day ever. I didn’t get the donations I hoped for so I thought it might help to bring out the big guns. My man Benny Hinn voluntered to come and lay hands on people who give generously…well he actually said ladies. I asked him if he couldn’t just say special prayer or something. But he insists that “laying hands” is the only way to get the “full effect” (he did the finger quotes on that one). I’ll try and convince him to send some holy water or something…I wouldn’t want this to get out of hand.
“What’s the greatest nation? Donation.”
A Wise Man
So on the 29th I’ll be 29, how poetic. But I’m trying to party and I have no funds. Give to a good charity, seeing me enjoy the last year of my twenties. Think of it this way I’m a poor bum who’s birthday is in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plus my grandmothers birthday is 2 days before mine. After the turkey is done they’ll come see her and I’ll get left high and dry…trust me. So remember…that PayPal button on the right ain’t just for show. Beer doesn’t cost much and the more you give the higher quality my hooch gets. Or I can use it to buy myself a cake and then I’ll cry in my beer. If you leave an address I’ll even send you handwritten thank you note with my caligraphers pen. It won’t be worth anything unless your sentimental though. Unless I strike it rich and become famous…then you can take it to Ebay!!!!
I wrote a long and wonderful post describing the beauty of the day I was born 29 years ago next thursday…and my fricking computer froze than closed the window. I’m pissed.
This is the jist:
My birthday…great day…snowed in Texas…I was born…sun came out…accepting donations…”Gloria in Excelsis Deo”
Yeah.
I’m giving myself the award today…I plan to be smug sometime later on after I get off of Facebook. For now ya’ll can bask in my gloriousness….I said BASK IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?”
Clifford Stoll
I’m addicted to facebook…for real though. I’m not sure how many hours I’ve been on it this week, but I know it’s alot. I avoided it for a long time. Hell, it took me a while to even get on Myspace. Now that I’m on though…I can’t get off. I could ask people to help me, but damn that I will instead encourage you all to get on that joint. Please. I need more people to throw sheep at. If you’re down with Star Wars I could recruit you into the Jedi and you can battle your work day away. I may need help. Don’t try though cause I won’t accept it. Oh Interweb…why hast thou corrupted me? From now on I dub thee Palapweb. I will follow you…my master.
“There’s some powerful niggardry at work here”
Uncle Ruckus
Check me out at Un-Mute today.
“When men are pure, laws are useless; when men are corrupt, laws are broken.”
Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)
So wednesday I go over to the Lair of the Vixen. As we come in we can hear some voices outside. I think, “Meh, some hood cats running their yaps.” She goes over to the window and says, “Look!” I think, “They fightin?” No…No, No, No.
Some dudes in a Rover look like they are about to leave the parking lot, too bad for them that:
10+ plain clothes cops are jumping the fence.
7 unmarked cars have blocked the streets.
2 marked cars are behind them.
A Swat Truck is behind the cars.
A helicopter is circling.
A Swat Team is approaching the fence with their shields up.
COTDAMN
As we’re watching there comes a knock at the door, which is weird cause you have to get buzzed in. A second knock and mosey on over to see what the deal is. Four plain clothes cops in the hall. I open the door to see what the deal is. Basically the roommate of the Vixen has the same name of the girlfriend of a dude that was not in the Rover and is still in fact in the building. They request entrance to check for a person. Being that I no longer engage in any illegal activites and the Vixen is a saint…mostly we let them in, they check, no person, they bounce. They later find dude on the top floor with…oh hell check it out here. Too bad I didn’t have my camera or I would have got better shots than these crappy ones with my phone.
I also learned that I’m too hood and too city. Vixen was kinda bothered by it. I had went through my mind, processed the applicable laws, checked off my guilt free status and moved on. I think I may have had a little too much police interaction in my life time.
