After The Storm

Holy Moly….What a week it was…Cookouts, fishing, hangin’ with friends and family, and of course, copious amounts of Wild Irish Rose. Am I one jet-settin’ mo fo or what? I gorged on burgers, brats, and ribs. A week of nothing but greasy…er…succulent delights.

The Rose and the beer were flowing through me like Rush Limbaugh’s bodily fluids on an overdose of Viagra. Oooo weee what a perpetual, patriotic buzz I had. All the while, I remained in complete control of my faculties. Okay, I admit that the incident involving the bottle rocket, the cat, and Cheez-Whiz was a bit much, but c’mon, it was vacation.

Of course…Now comes the crash.

I feel like I am still hungover. My liver is fossilizing. My colon is working overtime to purge itself of the side of beef and the twenty pounds of pork I ingested, and my balding head is still smoldering from the sunburn I received while not catching any fish.

But I guess that’s the defacto cover charge for a week of debauchery. And it is also the reason while today’s blog entry is short. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to soak in a tub of ice water…Good Day.

And Now, Our Moment of Hinn…

Sitting in for Benny today is Jesse Duplantis:

"I've never had the Lord say, 'Jesse, I think that car is a little bit too nice.' I've had vehicles and the Lord said, 'Would you please go park that at your house. Don't put that in front of my house. I don't want people to think that I'm a poor God.'"

--Jesse Duplantis