Mini Midwest Power Memory #14
This memory is a little fuzzy (and, i'll get to that later) but, i do remember some things that happened quite well.....It goes a little like this.
Bill and, Diane Dorn (The Flying Nun) are very dear friends of mine...Well, it was the year that Diane really became hooked on fitness and, was gaining some muscle mass rather quickly...NOT in a manly way but, rather noticeable...
Anyway, i was standing about 25 feet away just giving her a real ration about the fanny pack that she was wearing. It had shifted and, for all intentional or non-intentional purposes....
It looked like she had a MAJOR bulge thingy going on...on her front side at the lower shirt line. :y:
:rofl: DAMN SISTER! Your NOT supposed to take anything that has a picture of a horse on the bottle! :rofl:
Next thing i know...Diane is in full trot my direction and, gaining speed...but, before she got there...i felt a sharp pain and, saw stars.
All i could thing of before i hit the ground was: DAMN!
Ninja, that was a killer knock out from AT LEAST 10 feet away!
I saw bright light, heard the soothing sounds of harp music and, felt a general warmness flow across my body...Then a gentle but, calming voice rang out...
"Welcome home my son..."
Are you
"Yes, i am...I am your true Father, the Architect of Humanity..."
You kind of look like the Architect of the Matrix!
"I get that all the time..."
Who are those hot looking Mama's with the harps behind you
"Their names are Angelica, Angelina and, Angel..."
Let me guess...i get to pick my own *Welcome Wagon here!*
"Why yes you do my son..."
I'll take the Redhead!
"Excellent choice my son!"
Hey Daddy-O, got a question for you....Where's the nearest Drag Strip? Do you have a Model Rocketry Club and, why is it that i can't *Tap* *Tap* get the Cake Farts Video to come up on my phone?
"WHAT?!"
I mean if this place REALLY is that *place* i might want to enjoy my time here....Plus i'm guessing i'm NOT allowed to *touch* her....those wings look preeeeetty menacing!
"Maybe this isn't the place you need to be....yet."
Well....I was raised a Lutheran in southern Wisconsin and, we really have no Couth per say....
"Just keep that smoking thing up and, we will be seeing you real soon....Try to redeem your ways before it's TOO LATE!"
*POOF*
Then i woke up cradled in Diane's arms...and, suddenly realized that *yes, that really is a fanny pack not a......*
Apparently the motor casing out of Cliffy Dawg's rocket finally made it's way back to earth and, landed on my head...
Now you know the rest of the story and, why i always wear a hat...not just to keep what little hair i have left on top of my head....
Bill, i'm so envious of you...You have a tough but, lovable wife who can handle herself quite well with the boys and, is not afraid to climb a tree to retrieve your rockets! Save me a spot at the dinner table Saturday night...see you all real soon!