Stinkiest House on Fannin Dr., Euless, TX 76039
I ran into My old friend and former classmate, Invisible Pink Unicorn, on vacation in Mexico City a few days ago. After a few tequilas, We got around to comparing notes and opining on the merits of the way brand-loyalists did things in the Good Old Days. Not surprisingly, your name popped up.
You, sir, are My kind of guy. I’m sure I’m not telling you anything you don’t know when I say that I miss the smell of goat in the morning. It smells like… Victory, (though obviously not as much as tithing). I don’t know where people got the idea that I didn’t like a bit of roast pheasant or perhaps a haunch of bullock on the weekend. I do know that a lot of brand-loyalists picked up the mistaken idea that just because My youngest boy, Hippy Jesus, got slightly crucified for His Deity Club initiation, that they don’t have to cook for me occasionally. Not only is that wrong, it’s insulting. What’s My boy, chopped liver? They evidently think so, imagining that He takes the place of a nice mutton saddle.
Beyond that, they’re implying that I prefer the smell of dying deity over the tantalizing aroma of dove pie. I mean, what do I look like, a cannibal? The more I think of it, the more it chaps My Holy Fundement.
So, all that to tell you that I’m behind your lawsuit against the city of Euless 100%. Don’t pay any attention to their kvetching about health issues and such. What’s more important, the health of your neighbor’s kids or My momentary enjoyment of the smell of roast lamb chops? I’m quite looking forward to your eventual win. I expect a pretty impressive thanks-offering when you do. Just be sure that no one in your neighborhood is having a bar-b-que when you fire up the old offering grill. I sometimes can’t tell the difference and I’m sure you don’t want those moaners to get the credit.
Wish You Were Here,