RULES TO LIVE BY
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 03/22/2007 - 3:31pm.
Once upon a time, Mr. Dusty Sexton and I attended the wedding of the brother of a friend with whom we had, quite honestly, started losing touch. We’ll call him Slim. Slim had some PROBLEMS. Slim did things like get roaring drunk and then call our home and pick really mean mean fights and then weep and ask if we were still friends. We had the impression that perhaps Slim’s family had expressly invited us to his brother’s wedding to entertain Slim and keep him from misbehaving too much and making a scene and spoiling his brother’s nuptials. We partially succeeded. Slim still got messed up, but he didn’t really make a scene with anyone but us. Anyway, that’s all just a preamble to the real meat and potatoes of this story. While the actual ceremony took place at a church, the reception was inexplicably held in the gymnatorium of a Catholic elementary school. Some people may have heard another story related to this reception, in which we witnessed our first and only public display of real live line dancing, the most awesome detail being that this room full of rednecks commenced to line dancing only when M.C. Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” came blaring over the loud speakers. Hilarious.
Anyway, at one point we stepped outside so that Slim and I and Slim’s roommate could seek a mezz chamber by the dumpsters outside the elementary school, which felt pretty debauched even at the time. Did I mention that we were in Jackson? Anyway, as we were bumbling back down the elementary school halls toward the gymnatorium, we realized that there was some truly amazing kid art being displayed on the walls. I can’t even tell you what all we gawped in awe over that day, but the series that stands out in my head is one child’s rendition of those rules that Moses hauled down off the mountain, as labeled in kiddish scrawl: “THE TEN COMMANDITS!” In my clouded state, I did not commit nearly as much to memory as I should have, but I did retain enough to attempt to recreate one of the commandit illustrations one night at Dadmin & Angie’s house, as follows:
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Submitted by dingey on Thu, 03/22/2007 - 3:34pm.derrr
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 03/23/2007 - 11:10am.hey!
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 03/23/2007 - 4:09pm.If by "works", you mean, "cracks me up", then yes.
Submitted by wizzybit on Sun, 03/25/2007 - 12:18pm.Hilarious. We had to memorize the 10 commandments (and something about Luther, too, but it seems like there were 13 of those…. just goes to show how effective memorization is for me) for cathechism class, and I was kind of obsessed about how they could apply to cats. I wasn’t sure cats really coveted anything except snuggly spots and canned food, but that seemed like enough. Pastor told me repeatedly that cats don’t have souls and weren’t going ot heaven, which was probably the beginning of my crisis of faith in organized religion. What? No cats in heaven? Well, what’s the point then?
Don’t even get me started on honoring thy kitty mother and father…. And the killing. Man, I guess there aren’t any cats in heaven.
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