my mom's been doing way awesomely rad with the kick ass jokes lately:
A Jewish man goes and visits a Rabbi about a personal concern of his.
"Rabbi," he says, "I am so upset about my son, I don't know what to do. I raised him a good Jew, taught him the Torah, and instructed him about the Sabbath. Well, I just learned at this last Passover that he converted to Catholicism. Please tell me what I should do to reason with him!"The Rabbi answers: "Funny you should mention this. The exact same thing happened to my son. I taught him everything I know to make him follow in my footsteps and become a good Rabbi like me, and the next thing I know, he converted to Catholicism and became a Priest! I truly don't know what to tell you: maybe we should ask Yahweh for some insights."
To two men started praying: "Yahweh, G-d almighty, Creator of the Universe, please come to our rescue. Our firstborn sons have converted to Catholicism! What should we do?"
A thundering voice responds: "WELL, TELL ME ABOUT IT!!"
Hi, I'm officially a statistic. It's weird dealing with it.
Hoping to go up to the Land of Port this weekend, if the roads will stop being under like 4 inches of fucking rain (Today is day 29 of this constant rain bullshit). I know Corvallis sucks and that it should probably drown anyway (the only good thing about corvally is AJ's bar, and it's riverside art. Other than that, it's dead to me) but dear god, please let there be a road for the dog bus to drive on this weekend.
Ran into my lovely Naima and we had a fantabulous lunch. Have not seen her in fucking AGES and it was just nice to catch up. Not that any of you care, but umm...I got to spend a good half hour with one of my dearest friends to there.
Have decided my ex boyfriend's current wife (NOT the lovely Melissa!) is nuts.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot how rad yoga (