Let it Rain
The weather forecast predicted snow for this weekend; not much, just few inches and perhaps no accumulation [hey, snow is snow and I'll take whatever amount you want to dump on this area] but we've been having instead more than fifteen hours of non-stop rain.
But it's not the type of rain that I like: pOUriNg dOwN! Cats, dogs, cows, zebras, gold and women raining down; thunders splitting the night in two and fucking up my network card like late last summer; big apple-size drops hitting the roof above and lulling me to sleep. But no. . . this is the type of rain [if one can use that word] that comes with tiny little drops, taking for ever to hit the ground but covering everything around. It's a bitch to drive in this conditions because it's impossible to time the windshield wipers: if you're using the continuous function and stop at a traffic light, then it's too much; and the same once you step on the gas.
The only good thing is that it's very cold and it's Saturday. . . and I believe the only color that matches this is a couple of glasses of Vodka Redbull and a night out in downtown CLT. But just like the rain we're having, my drinking is gona be very modest [is not gona be like a thunderstorm of alcohol going down my throat] because tomorrow I have to go to CHURCH.
I made you gasp, didn't I?
No way José that I'm gona show up there; because while some try to wash away their sins, I'm gona be working on my ABS!
But it's not the type of rain that I like: pOUriNg dOwN! Cats, dogs, cows, zebras, gold and women raining down; thunders splitting the night in two and fucking up my network card like late last summer; big apple-size drops hitting the roof above and lulling me to sleep. But no. . . this is the type of rain [if one can use that word] that comes with tiny little drops, taking for ever to hit the ground but covering everything around. It's a bitch to drive in this conditions because it's impossible to time the windshield wipers: if you're using the continuous function and stop at a traffic light, then it's too much; and the same once you step on the gas.
The only good thing is that it's very cold and it's Saturday. . . and I believe the only color that matches this is a couple of glasses of Vodka Redbull and a night out in downtown CLT. But just like the rain we're having, my drinking is gona be very modest [is not gona be like a thunderstorm of alcohol going down my throat] because tomorrow I have to go to CHURCH.
I made you gasp, didn't I?
No way José that I'm gona show up there; because while some try to wash away their sins, I'm gona be working on my ABS!
Jean-Francois was drunk at 8:32 PM
2 Comments:
c'est vrais que tu iras a l'eglise - si est-ce que tu penses que ton corps est un temple ;-)
Oh yeah, you hit the nail right on the head. I've been going to my church all this time [Sundays] and never fully realized it: first a dosis of gym, and then a banquet of news/reading+coffee at the local bookstore.
That's gona be my standard answer from now on when someone mentions/invites me to go to their church... "yes, but you have to come to mine"!
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