In the End of Days we shall all rise again, whole, perfect and complete, except maybe for one:
Call me iDad, because I look like a green, mossy iPod
Because, just like one part whole milk and one part cream, my Dad, is Half n’ Half! [half here and half there with his ashes to ashes dust to dust!]
Hmmm…I don’t know what to make of this…
Will he be the spiritual equivalent of a manananggal? Floating waist up in the hereafter? And why does he belong to one other and another? I’m sure Dad is singing in Heaven, with possibly a harp or a harpsichord, singing: “All of me…why not take all of me?”
OK, this is not very Buddhist of me…I must meditate…
OM…my Gawd!
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armyof8 // July 17, 2008 at 3:45 pm |
iDad! Aw r u na? R u Pine? Aw R u peeling? Like a banana?
[If humor is a function of intelligence...this is Gozum humor at it's pinest! Philly-pinest! :]