You were the guy who roused me from serene contemplation as I worked at my home computer late the other night. You stood in my front yard and yelled at my second-story window that "The Lord is risen." Living on a quiet, suburban cul-de-sac, I'm not used to such visits from strangers at 11 p.m. Thanks for making the hair on my neck stand on end. Up until the other night, I probably would have said Christianity is better taught in the home than, say, a public school. Now that I find myself looking out my front window every time I get up, I'm not so sure it should be taught at all.
Hey, guy who stood next to me at Barnes and Noble and farted loud and long and then followed me to the next section and did it again. Was I being taped for a dopey YouTube skit, or did you really mistake me for a Port-a potty? When I saw you follow me into a 3rd section I nearly pulled my hammy double timing it away from you. I wanted both to slug you and recommend a gastro specialist. Seriously, that's some rank behavior. The next guy might be a Raider fan, so back off on the roach coach food.
