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random sass & musing™

quips + wits + sarcasm + sageness = random sass & musing™
 

today is random day.

i saw a commercial for JIMMY DEAN™ SAUSAGE which was disturbing to me. it consisted of various jimmy dean™ workers who were talking about the supposed greatness of their FROZEN BREAKFAST SANDWICHES. the dialogue went something like this:

countrified woman with exaggerated southern accent:
the eggs come from real chickens.
the cheese comes from real cows.
the sausage comes from jimmy dean.


hannibal lectorish anyone?
just how much sausage capability does jimmy dean have anyhow?
some things in life fall under the "don't want to know" category.

our home group was set to meet tonight to discuss the welfare system, it's pros & cons, & the eligibility for same. unfortunately, the girl leading it (our superfly social justice advocate leader) realized she had a prior engagement for a homeless shelter in durham. to compensate our loss (after continuing it to another meeting night), we will go to THE VILLAGE DRAFT HOUSE & drown our sorrows in fried pickle chips & something from the tap. a low-key "family" gathering at it's finest.

i've been musing over some of romans lately as my friend ERIC & i have begun a study of the epistles together. don't be scared of eric's page discussing monkey-infested death. as for paul, the more i study on him & read about him, the more i identify with his style. i love that God used him to do that which he thought himself incapable or even unworthy to do. pride goeth before a fall.

i was thinking today that i miss my friends CHEWIE & NATALIE & PAULY & MEG. i should really write them letters as snail mail is a lost art these days.

/end of transmission
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At Thu Nov 18, 01:28:00 PM GMT-5, Blogger sharon said...

hey, you with the mouth.
shush it!    



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