Friday night I video-taped the little kids' soccer league from St. Awesome's. I'm being paid to edit my footage into some kind of year-end video. All the footage looks the same. Lots of legs, and running, and sorta-kicking, and occasional falling and crying. After Dirty and I planned to meet at Miyakos for sushi. It was packed, though, so we tried a new place down the road. Not so good. After the sub-par sushi we went to Shamrock's. There were two dudes playing and singing. They started out doing a Dave Matthews' song and I decided right off that I had made God angry somehow. From there they started doing Pearl Jam and eighties tunes. But they did them with a guitar, a violin, a harmonica, and a falsetto voice. It was kinda cool. Sara joined us eventually.

Saturday I met Sara for breakfast at Bob Evans. It's no Hannah's On Lime, but it worked. From there I spent the rest of my day at St. Awesome's hittin' switches as they say. After church I drove to L-burg for a birthday party. For some reason there was lots of talk about the legality/morality/stupidity of dating cousins at this particular party.

Sunday volunteered at St. Awesome's again. Ate Chipotle with Sara and then took a nap. After the nap Mike and Jennifer came to Sara's house and watched last week's The Office on Sara's DVR since they'd missed it. After that Sara and I went to Vlad and ET's house to see their Halloween decorations and so Sara and ET could talk costumes. They had a lifesize witch on their front porch that almost made Sara cry. Then I saw Vlad in his underwear and I cried. From there we went back to Sara's place and she made me macaroni and cheese and I farted on her brother twice. It's a sign of affection, you know.


affection, respect, and dominance... all wrapped up into one small (or large) burst of rectal air.  


Mostly dominance.  


I'll take 10 cents on every dollar. That sounds fair.  


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