November 21, 2007
This is what happens when your skinny, persuasive, and very boisterous friend talks you into giving up your user name and password. You get your first guest poster, whether you like it or not.
I have no idea what the word "rupe" means--so obviously, I did not write this little story-ette.
So, without any further hesitation, here is a post by my dear friend Catherine:
Today I show up at Amy's house to add to the fragrant aroma cocktail. Jared is changed James who no longer is constipated. Amy is vegging on the couch and stewing in the stale remnants of rupe. Catherine is burping sweet potato heaven into the air. Grace is laying on the floor farting and wondering why God had to curse her with a nine inch long nose.
I love this place. S0metimes churchy types talk about feeling the spirit when they walk in to a home. I definitely prefer to smell the spirit.
These are my sort of people.
By the way, this might all be one big lie.