David and Ben (aka - the DirtBoy's): You two made my day brighter. Little Maggie Simpson - (aka Maggie Simpson) First person to dawn the new 'Bully' T-Shirt which is also now available online and I least forget the talented Ruben DeLuna (aka - artist for BugGirl): it was great to have him come by and hang out on Saturday.
Now to Moronism #1 - I am going to start posting new Moronisms every Tuesday and Thursdays. On Wednesdays I will post the continuing story of the 'Saint of Liberty' and whatever news falls on me on Mondays and Fridays.
That said I present Moronism #1:
Sometimes you have to be bad
to learn how to be good!
(like refusing to eat your Brussel sprouts, only to make your mom really mad and have her put a bunch more on your plate and tell you that you aren't leaving the table until you have eaten them all. Then realize that your favorite TV show is about to start, so you cram every freaking Brussel sprout into your mouth so that you can leave the kitchen and go to the front room to watch TV. Only to have your mom demand that you swallow your food before you can go. Hearing the theme music to your show you attempt to swallow the ten Brussel sprouts that you had stored in your cheeks. Only to get a couple stuck in your throat. Not being able to breath you run to your mom and give her the international choking sign with both hands at your neck. She screams the loudest she can, "Oh my god! My baby's going to die!', as she spins you around and gives you the Heimlick maneuver, which not only sends all the Brussel sprouts in your mouth and throat flying, but also brings up the rest of your meal that you had eaten earlier. Before you have a chance to hold back your dinner flies from your mouth. All you can hear is the splat of your dinner as you puke it all over the kitchen wall. You spend the next 25 minutes cleaning the puke of the wall and floor just in time to watch the end credits of your favorite show. Next time your mom serves you Brussel sprouts you make sure that you either chop them up in to tiny pieces and mix them in with the other food, making the other food taste a lot worse but not as bad as Brussel sprouts by themselves or feed the Brussel Sprouts to the dog when your mom isn't looking. Weeks later you realize that your thirty years old and finally move out of your parents house and get a place of your own, where you never make Brussel Sprouts ever.)
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Or if someone were to pay you to wear another shirt, or if your DirtBoy shirt was Dirty or if the colors of your DirtBoy clashed with your favorite shoes, or your girls shoes, or you just not in the mood....
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