Prodigal Sons

As God, I feel it is my duty to instruct the miscreants (Joe Rod, who might that be???) and correct his wayward mistakes. For the benefit of the rest of the three of us who read this post, I will relocate the post on previous entries:

Joe Rod said...
Hey does anybody read this shit?
Okay, here goes in the beginning part two. If any of you don't know by now I'm a hard-ass invesitgative reporter and here I've done some hard-ass investigative work.
I'm sitting around like a dink at work waiting for an interview so I figured I'd go along and tell the "rest of the story" seeing how I don't know how to post, all I can do is comment.
So here goes:



Joe Rod said...
Part 2:

After returning from Mass the boys were at a loss of what to with there time. Most of the fellas decided to sit down to a healthy Sunday afternoon of American football while one cetain prod, oh... let's call him Chirs Ortiz, decided he was off to the ice cream social at the big tent on campus.

The big tent was like something young Chris had never seen. He spent his youth picking cabage in the Florida everglades "boy that tent sure would've kept the sun off my greasey back," he remarked to himself. There were so many new people, all of them willing to listen to his stupid jokes and stories. For the first time in his life, Chris was cool.

Joe Rod said...
It was at that ice cream social that perhaps the most infamous of prodigal sons lore went into the history books.

At first Chirs caught a glimpse of the unkept man from the corner of his eye. The unkept man was licking dry a bowl of what used to be soft-served chocalate ice cream. In the hot Ohio sun the tasty dessert melted before he could really get after it. The proof was on his "STAND JUST" t-shirt, now covered with chocalate run-off. Junks of nuts were lodged in his goatee, his sloped shoulders hung nervously around his love handles. His name was of course Pete Cole.

Joe Rod said...
"What a beautiful human being," thought Chris. Maybe it was all the hay, liberally spread throughout the big tent, but Chris was starting to feel a little confused. A tingling in his stomach, a rush of blood to his head. He new his feelings were wrong, but how could something wrong feel so good?

and the rest as they say is history...
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