Heavens & Sakes! Last night I went to the concert of a life time!
While other 23 year olds were out, doing whatever normal 23 year olds do, I was gettin' down with The Oak Ridge Boys. My 50 yr. old buddy, NiNi, and I traveled all the way up to Corinth, MS to see the men I've had a sick, twisted music crush on for years. On the way up, I was airing out Ni's Sunfire and thought I missed my exit. She had the friggin' window down in 30 degree weather, puffin' on a death stick and between shakes she said "Emmy...I hope we didn't miss our exit... I don't want to end up in Arkansas."
If you didn't think that was funny. Get a map.
Anyway, I'm not even sure what song they were crankin' out when we went down and shook their hands. I was too busy thinking "holy crap" and trying not to take one. If I was that excited to meet the Oak Ridge Boys then I sure hope Jesus has a shop vac. I don't want to be the first to mess the heavenly carpet. (I told that the other night at the table and it didn't go over so well. Maybe Jesus jokes combined with potty humor is a bad combo)I have an odd obsession with bathroom humor. Speaking of bathroom humor, Thanksgiving was Thursday and I spent it with a bunch of turds. Now, don't get my wrong, I do like a select few family members, but the rest of those folks get on my damn nerves. I had not been to a family get together on my dad's side in three years. I quickly remembered why.
I don't like them.
While other 23 year olds were out, doing whatever normal 23 year olds do, I was gettin' down with The Oak Ridge Boys. My 50 yr. old buddy, NiNi, and I traveled all the way up to Corinth, MS to see the men I've had a sick, twisted music crush on for years. On the way up, I was airing out Ni's Sunfire and thought I missed my exit. She had the friggin' window down in 30 degree weather, puffin' on a death stick and between shakes she said "Emmy...I hope we didn't miss our exit... I don't want to end up in Arkansas."
If you didn't think that was funny. Get a map.
Anyway, I'm not even sure what song they were crankin' out when we went down and shook their hands. I was too busy thinking "holy crap" and trying not to take one. If I was that excited to meet the Oak Ridge Boys then I sure hope Jesus has a shop vac. I don't want to be the first to mess the heavenly carpet. (I told that the other night at the table and it didn't go over so well. Maybe Jesus jokes combined with potty humor is a bad combo)I have an odd obsession with bathroom humor. Speaking of bathroom humor, Thanksgiving was Thursday and I spent it with a bunch of turds. Now, don't get my wrong, I do like a select few family members, but the rest of those folks get on my damn nerves. I had not been to a family get together on my dad's side in three years. I quickly remembered why.
I don't like them.
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