Tuesday, August 05, 2008

My body is a temple,

a Buddhist temple. It is a big, fat Buddhist temple which sits on the couch with its stomach distending over its belt watching the 1994 Stanley Cup Finals on DVD because its small and inadequate air conditioner does somehow manage to keep it a few degrees cooler on the inside than on the outside and any little bit helps.

4 comments:

GEWELS said...

Shall we lay fruit at your feet- oh Holy sweaty one?

Dave Mows Grass said...

No need for fruit, but a beer would be nice!

Hi Gewels!

bulletholes said...

I went to the doctor and the doctor said
Son you look older than me and I'm 71
You're falling apart and not living right

I went to the doctor and the doctor said Boy,
your body is a temple, it's not a toy
Fill up this here paper cup and give it to the nurse
Don't spill it now

Anonymous said...

My body is a Mormon temple. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir will occasionally show up to sing inside me. I hate those tiny bastards.

UF Mike