......like, whatever!
This is district convention weekend in my area. Of course, I'm not there!
Now, I know that in the good old days, I would get up early, drive to Hamilton (an unpleasant place), sit all day on an uncomfortable plastic chair with no legroom and listen to the usual boring tripe regurgitated from last year, with only a short break to eat dull sandwiches. Then I'd drive all the way home, tired and cranky and hungry, eat something and go to bed, knowing that I would get to repeat the whole sordid process the next day!
Well, what's a guy to do when he no longer has that level of spiritual joy in his life?
I'll tell you what he's to do! Yesterday I ordered $50 worth of pizza and wings which will last me the entire weekend. There is beer in the fridge, and new releases from Blockbuster next to the TV. Probably the most strenous thing I will do today is step outside the front door to admire my roses.
So, all you joyful Witnesses giving God glory by snoozing uncomfortably in Hamilton, spare some sympathy for a poor lost apostate whiling away the weekend in unspiritual pursuits.
Oh, and Kenny Little, this pizza-and-beer-laden belch is dedicated to you! RRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Expatbrit