Sunday with nothing to say

This is what you get when you actually have nothing at all to say. Rambling. I am almost positive that is where this will lead. Church was today, I must say this is an odd feeling I have been having about church here lately, I actually desire to go. A true miracle has happened. All of my life I have retreated from the thought of willingly submitting myself to the clutches of the church people. But I suppose times are a changing. I went out to Josh's after church and played 4 rounds of HALO. Days winners: Nacho-2 Rambo-2.

While I was out at Josh's I dropped a deuce like no other in his guest bathroom, which the smell actually lingered out into the hallway and started nipping at Josh's nose hairs. Needless to say my bung hole is burning like the dickens now. I rushed out of there like a bat out of Hades to get to the Creek to play some ball. Curt called and informed me of the horrific news that we couldn't get enough to play. That amazes me, who would not want to play the glorious game of basketball? Disgusting. Now tonight I am faced with the decision of if I want to go to...it starts with a "C". Uhhh, I am going to have to go look it's killing me. (I get up to scamper down the hall, oh wait it is 2 feet from me-you know what they say, ah ah, if it was a snake...) Central. My flesh does not want to go, I want to sit around and eat chips. I should probably go, I am sure the people there are nice, not to mention the fact that I would bet $100,000 that there will be chips there.