My hand, though equipped with seven cutaneous layers of built-in protection, is not a pee shield. That is a fact I want set down in the record.
The wall, though covered with two coats of paint (ok one, I cheated and spread it thick) is not a pee range.
That fact did not affect the volume of pee with which it was carefreely doused today. There is something about having pee drip down your wall in streaks that would be fit for a horror movie if they were colored red and traced in words by a being that could threaten in more than gibberish.
Something about the moment you realize it's turned on you. I shrieked, I'll admit it. It was indiscernable, true. Kind of like gibberish. And a hand that I was perfectly comfortable not being used as a pee shield instinctively volunteered itself and was sacrificed on an altar of Terry cotton purified by Talcum powder.
I didn't even attempt to get in the way of the second frontal. Let the fountain flow, baby.
The wife will never notice the spot on the carpet.
And now, the monster: Don't let him fool you. He's not cute. He's... he's... oh dang it. He's stinkin' adorable.
You can pee on me anytime
buddy stinkin' adorable
Genesis 18:16-19:38, Matthew 6:25-7:14, Psalm 8:1-9, Proverbs 2:6-15
Lot, his wife, and daughters all compromise with the culture. Lesson: don't compromise. Learn, herein.
Jesus breaks it down gentle. You are a lily. Or a bird. But you probably need to hear this one (if you're a lily with eardrums and synapses).
David glorifies God. Worship with all your soul like David.
And Proverbs slips in a secret of wisdom: integrity. And, with eternity's largest backer- the Lord, it also promises to save you.