Having family dinner and opening gifts this afternoon so everyone is free to enjoy Christmas on their own. Wife and I plan on taking our kids to see the Hobbit. The grandkids are still a little too young for that long of a movie.
May everyone have a blessed week and be safe while traveling or braving roads with those who don't understand the need to drive sober.
If anyone has some spare time over the next few days and feels like reading all you need do is go to Amazon.com and look up Patrick Prescott. Vander's Magic Carpet, Human Sacrifices, Fan Plan Meteor Strike and Fan Plan Preparation are still only $.99 as e-books. Optimus: Praetorian Guard is under P.M. Prescott.
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- Family and Friends is my everyday journal. Captain's Log is where I pontificate on religion and politics.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Poem finish
Fellow blogger Ruined Chapel posted this and challenged us to finish it. I'll give it a try.
He’s been sitting in this bar for the last fifteen years,
Waiting for the Devil to come make a deal for his soul.
Don’t bother to talk to him, I think that his ears
Are shot from all of this bad rock ‘n’ roll.
One more blood shot drink for the road… [This line contributed by Thingy]
Sitting in his battered car waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop
"What's he waiting for?" he fumed. "All he need do is ask, I'll come cheap."
Starting up the car the road started swaying. A loud noise came from above.
He was buried under three stories when the earthquake finished.
With his spirit leaving he was met by a demon.
"This cannot be," the man cried, "he hasn't paid me for my soul!"
The demon laughed maniacally, "Why would he pay for something he already owns?"
He’s been sitting in this bar for the last fifteen years,
Waiting for the Devil to come make a deal for his soul.
Don’t bother to talk to him, I think that his ears
Are shot from all of this bad rock ‘n’ roll.
One more blood shot drink for the road… [This line contributed by Thingy]
Sitting in his battered car waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop
"What's he waiting for?" he fumed. "All he need do is ask, I'll come cheap."
Starting up the car the road started swaying. A loud noise came from above.
He was buried under three stories when the earthquake finished.
With his spirit leaving he was met by a demon.
"This cannot be," the man cried, "he hasn't paid me for my soul!"
The demon laughed maniacally, "Why would he pay for something he already owns?"
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