I haven’t been wanting to write recently, but apparently I tried to give it a go after my friend Dina’s birthday luau the other night. I was rereading it this morning and it seems that things quickly escalated from this:
to this:
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE. Hi. HI. Hey. The way the light is hitting my floor right now I can see a stinky dog’s footprints. That stinky sneak. I went to a luau tonight, but was still hung over from Jaime’s birthday party last night:
I made that my profile picture on Facebook, by the way, and someone commented on it to say she preferred the profile picture I had before because I looked stunning in it, but not so stunning in the one above.
This was the previous photo:
So on the newer, goofy profile picture she commented, “There are NO VACATIONS from beauty.”
Yeesh, tough crowd. I don’t mean to make things awkward for that lady, but the guy at the party who took the picture said it was perfect and that I looked like “Sexy Halloween Jesus,” and that sounds to me like one of the highest and holiest of praises, like, ever.
Then he kneeled before me and I spaketh, “My many blessings are upon you and you may now rise, Sir Guy I Don’t Know.” (It sounds like I was knighting him, I know, but I wasn’t–that’s just how Sexy Halloween Jesus rolls.)
It was at that moment that my new apostle ascended up, up from his knees and into the kitchen to get another drink. I then had a shot of RumChata and it was a delight.
So, anyway, what I think that Facebook lady needs to do is shut her lady mouth, say a Halloween rosary and accept Sexy Halloween Jesus into her life, especially because Sexy Halloween Jesus is not as forgiving as regular Jesus.
Okay, well, it’s time for bed. Goodnight all, and don’t forget that I’ll be watching over you. I’m creeping right behind you, breathing on your little neck hairs because that’s what Sexy Halloween Jesus does after she has had too many grapefruit crushes. Those are really yummy, by the way…probably my new favorite drink.
Sexy Halloween Jesus, if we’d had that as Canadian kids going to Sunday school would have been so much finer. And a great reason to roast that evil Satan turkey on thanksgivingday. I guess that makes the Easter bunny kind of redundant eh?
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Haha, we shall bring it to the classrooms, Bob!
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Beautiful no matter –
she is just jealous…
Thank God (and Jesus) I was born ugly = sooooo much easier
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Well it is a goofy picture…but I thank you very much. As long as we’re all living in happiness and love, I don’t give a poop what anyone looks like!
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Your Sexy Halloween Jesus makes me want to go to church again.
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Yes! The communion tastes better than it used to, so you’ll even get a decent snack.
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EXCELLENT. And I know the wine will be good too.
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I hadn’t even thought of that. Wins all around!
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I think Sexy Halloween Jesus is, well, very sexy.
People need to keep their stupid comments to themselves. Seriously. “There is no vacation from beauty?”
Maybe not in “Everyone Looks Awesome and Stunning and Super-Beautiful Every Minute of the Day Land” but in the really, real world, pfffft….
In any case, you’re beautiful. You just are. As Sexy Halloween Jesus or anyone else for that matter.
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I’m like a sexy football player on a sexy football team, and before each game when we leave the locker room fired up, we all slap a big sign above the exit that says “SEXY” and we yell out, “NO VACATIONS!”
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Let’s put one above my doorway!
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We also like to trash talk the opposing teams. Sometimes it gets real cray cray. Like, for instance, when running back Gus Jackson drops the ball, I like to give him a hard time. I might say: “Hey, Jackson – yeah you – why don’t you catch the ball next time? What, were you too busy booking a cruise on Carnival.com for a SEXY VACATION?”
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^^^^ That was me. I forgot to login. Guess I was on vacation😦
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Goof. Xoxo
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Side note, a sexy vacation would be quite nice.
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“Sexy Halloween Jesus”—You should trademark that phrase/name. Quick, before someone runs with it. But if they do, you’ll have us as witnesses as to who first spaketh those words.
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I just came up with an irreverent Halloween costume idea. And in other news, “spaketh” is back!
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Sexy Halloween Jesus would also serve as a good fantasy football team name.
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Ooh I like it! A good trivia team name, too.
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I feel like my life just took a turn for the better; like I might be saved. Thanks!
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This is why I’m here, sir. This is why I’m here.😉
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You should remind her that beauty on the inside is important too and she needs to sleep more.
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Mmm…tasty, La La. I’ve never had a grapefruit crush. Maybe if I have one I can be one of your Disciples!
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You should have one. Seriously, it was one of the best, most refreshing drinks!
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The Gospel According to Sexy Halloween Jesus is the best title in the history of ever. Love this post. Yes yes yes. On all of it. Totally looking into the Grapefruit crush recipe – girls’ night on Saturday : )
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Do it! So so good, lady. Let me know what you think.🙂
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Also? Yes the FB lady needs to shut her dumb mouth. That pic is fab!
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Hehe, thank you.
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Well said SHJ – by the way what is that thing in your hair?
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You’ve got layers, La La… they’re funny, sometimes creepy layers, but layers nonetheless!
Good for you!
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Ha, thanks dude!
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Grapefruit Crush? Do tell…
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