Friday, March 27, 2009

sweet 1



That fowl temptress tried to ply me with the liquor and then get me to break my vows.

I was quite happy this morning, thinking, my willpower withstood her advances.

I denied myself candy for Lent... and over and over I was offered moose stuff.

But then I realized, I also denied myself ice cream for Lent... I knew there was a reason I didn't want to go to Ivanno Cone!

Eternal darnation awaits.