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BUT BOY WAS I WRONG!!! so we played this one church and i was sad that these people
were christian. these old men playing with our 8th graders started to cuss almost every time they
didn’t get a point or the ref made a call against their favor. all i could do was laugh cuz what
was i to do? what was this poor, timid soul was supposed to do? cuss back?
AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH man these guys were not cool at all!!!!
and i found out the dude that was cussing the most was their pastor… dang…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
so after the tournament our entire church went to a chinese restaurant. as we were
driving out of the park we saw these gangster ducks just chillin by the lake. we were
just minding our own business but that’s when all hell broke loose. we were just
minding our own business and singing hymns in ed’s car when the ducks threw up their
wings and yelled out “WEST SIDE ESSSSSAYYYY!!!!” i really didn’t want any
trouble because my psychologist told me that fighting would be bad for my
head aches. well… so i get out of the car since i had to protect my kids… and this
is how the conversation went
ducks: waddup esseyyyy…. whats ur problem esseyyy
me: uh… nothing, i was just asking politely to have this little incident over with
ducks: WHAT FOO!??!?!?!?! ME GUSTA TUS PANTALONES!!!!
me: uh…. i like your…. what?
ducks: COME ES MI COMPRENDO CARNE CON LECHE!!! ESSEYYY!!!!
me: uh…. what?????
thats when i lost it. i had to use necessary force to protect my gay youth kids. so i
frantically ran toward the ducks and started to yell out my battle cry. after i
completely kicked their butts thats when my youth kids joined in… how sad… i
teach a bunch of girls… I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!!!

it seems like everybody runs away from you mister… why is that?
i dont know, i just have that effect i guess?
is it something you said? or something you did?