If Chickens Could Time Travel

If chickens could time travel I am sure that they would go back in time and meet Adam. Then when it came time for Adam to name all the beasts of the field, they would somehow get Adam to call them poop instead of chickens.

Back to the present...instead of us saying that everything tastes like chicken, we would be saying that everything tastes like poop.

Homophone Sequences (4)

If the word "bye" was worth $5, then I would buy "bye" by the handful.

The Offspring Now Outnumber the Wives

As was once a race among the Helena Boys: How long would it take before the 2nd generation Helena Boys outnumbered the Helena Boy wives?

As the balance has now been tipped (4 second-tier RBs, 3 "I do"ed RBs), I find it appropriate to recount a few memories from when times were different.

Adam - You lived in a very small room. However, that did not stop Barry, El Spaniard and I from sneaking into your room one night while you were asleep and marking on your face with what else but a marker.

El Spaniard - You were the first (and only) Helena Boy to ever have the Aaron Carter poster on your door. You earned the requisite number of demerits first and proudly displayed a poster of an NSync's younger brother on your door like only you can...even though the poster was meant to be a punishment.

Junk - Your dog was a menace to society. He tore up blinds...he left enough fur on the ground to cover a new dog every week...he ran away...he was a bad influence on my Saintly Augustine. On another note, your bedroom was quite large and you had your own full bathroom.

Barry - You were maniacal about your bed. That did not deter the rest of us from all getting in your bed one night and waiting anxiously for you to get home from work so that we could surprise you. Maybe you held in your emotions all too well, but I was expecting much more of a comical outburst than from what you delivered. Nonetheless, you are a person.

Me - I loved the interior brick wall that we had.

Now go be fruitful...and multiply.

Rainbow Buddies....Unite, and Almost Get Arrested!

To my former roommates:
...2 whom aren't on the blogsite.
...1 whom doesn't ever read this blogsite.
...and 1 whom reads it but never contributes....

I was inspired a couple of days ago when I was talking to Mr. Barry Charlie Apel II on the phone. We were catching up with each other's lives, you know, doin' the fiddle. Anywho, we had to end the conversation on the abrupt side of things because Mr. Barry Charlie Apel II was being pulled over by a cop.

Now, unfortunately, the Helena Boys are no strangers to confronting the Law. Whether it be from a loud house-party to spending time on a roadside near the airport....we have shared the honor of facing the Law...together...as roommates...nay, as Rainbow Buddies. In rememberance of these times spent together, and because I couldn't help but to wonder if I had anything to do with Charlie getting pulled over, I have decided to continue this tradition in spirit and make a new goal.

The new goal....I want to be responsible for each one of my Rainbow Buddies being confronted by a cop.

Let the games begin.