Deron, this got me to thinking–what do you reckon awaits people like us in heaven? An endless loop of Beavis & Butthead, maybe? The Plato’s Form of Luby’s? The utter absence of apostrocide and citrus desserts?
I’m known for breaking vows, but if ever I get together with a bunch of y’all, I swear I will thrust my head through an opening in a headless donkey piñata and bray-sing “This World Is Not My Home”.
Deron, this got me to thinking–what do you reckon awaits people like us in heaven? An endless loop of Beavis & Butthead, maybe? The Plato’s Form of Luby’s? The utter absence of apostrocide and citrus desserts?
Wow. We have some thinking to do.
those are all good starts.
50 yardline Cowboys season tickets.
time to think.
freedom from stupidity.
nutella.
the big lebowski.
new seasons of most HBO series.
weddings in Hawaii.
clusterflockstock.
all the books I’ve read before.
internet porn.
good pizza.
the new river gorge.
shark tunnels.
nieces and nephews.
dark ale.
errol morris.
Well, shit, cowboy–we have those things right here!
heaven on earth.
The Lord has a headless donkey piñata waiting for me, and He is just itching for me to crawl inside it and poke my head out.
Sheila wearing the headless donkey piñata is my heavenly reward, also. That’s even better than Luby’s.
I’m known for breaking vows, but if ever I get together with a bunch of y’all, I swear I will thrust my head through an opening in a headless donkey piñata and bray-sing “This World Is Not My Home”.
“I’m just a-passin’ through…”