Time to hand out some forgiveness. Ok, I'll start.
I forgive those birds who mess up my car everyday because as much as I like that tree for shade they like it for a different reason
I forgive Oasis for singing Cum on Feel the Noise live even though it is a classic song from the british band Slade long before the joke that is Quiet Riot.
I forgive all the tour de france wannabees with their silly spandex and helmets taking up half the road on busy thoroughfares. Shoot, while we're at it, I FORGIVE FRANCE.
I forgive my mom for making me wear those brown plaid pants with alternating brown and green velour v neck sweaters.
I forgive the sun for being so close to me here in Phoenix and for the chicken shit clouds who are afraid of it.
I forgive Kris Ann, the first girl to make my heart flutter, who then moved out of town before the start of sixth grade.
I forgive people who wear Birkenstocks even though I still with all my heart believe they are the soles of evil.
I forgive the English National Team for continuing to embarrass itself on the worldwide stage.
I forgive those black Necco Wafers who try to pass themselves off as the good purple ones with all that powder.
I forgive all those marketing bastards who destroy quality 80's alternative music with their grotesque tv ads hocking their wares.
I forgive Robert DeNiro for The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle.
I forgive the desperate souls in San Jose years ago who threw a huge rock threw my car window and stole nothing but my mixed tapes, out of date walkman and my favorite baseball glove.
I forgive Mars for being so captivating that it distracts big minds and big money from the real issues threatening our children.
I forgive Nabisco Shredded Wheat for letting the sugar pass right thru it on the way to the bottom of the cereal bowl.
I forgive drawstrings who disappear into the waistband of your favorite hoop shorts.
I forgive my nature and it's love of procrastination and self pity.
I forgive technology for passing me by.
I forgive Cold Stone for actually sucking and being so expensive that it brainwashes people into thinking it is good.
I forgive that tree which drew my sled and head to it like a tractor beam on the Harter's hill.
I forgive Half Priced Books for making it so easy to fill a closet full of literature that was only briefly scanned and cast aside.
I forgive eastern Montana for being butt ugly and detracting from the beauty that is western Montana.
I forgive those people in that thread that say The Beatles are the most overrated band of all time.
I forgive those bold ass crows that climb in your golf cart and fuck with your beverages.
I forgive Chevy Chase for never being funny but always thinking he is.
I forgive rain and its unpredictablitly fucking with your intermittent wiper duration decision.
I forgive Courtney Love and all the horrible places she has made her barefeet endure.
I forgive Barstow California and Kingman Arizona for being the most depressing places west of the Mississippi.
And finally, I forgive Nickelback, Creed and the Goo Goo Dolls for they know not what they do.
I forgive those birds who mess up my car everyday because as much as I like that tree for shade they like it for a different reason
I forgive Oasis for singing Cum on Feel the Noise live even though it is a classic song from the british band Slade long before the joke that is Quiet Riot.
I forgive all the tour de france wannabees with their silly spandex and helmets taking up half the road on busy thoroughfares. Shoot, while we're at it, I FORGIVE FRANCE.
I forgive my mom for making me wear those brown plaid pants with alternating brown and green velour v neck sweaters.
I forgive the sun for being so close to me here in Phoenix and for the chicken shit clouds who are afraid of it.
I forgive Kris Ann, the first girl to make my heart flutter, who then moved out of town before the start of sixth grade.
I forgive people who wear Birkenstocks even though I still with all my heart believe they are the soles of evil.
I forgive the English National Team for continuing to embarrass itself on the worldwide stage.
I forgive those black Necco Wafers who try to pass themselves off as the good purple ones with all that powder.
I forgive all those marketing bastards who destroy quality 80's alternative music with their grotesque tv ads hocking their wares.
I forgive Robert DeNiro for The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle.
I forgive the desperate souls in San Jose years ago who threw a huge rock threw my car window and stole nothing but my mixed tapes, out of date walkman and my favorite baseball glove.
I forgive Mars for being so captivating that it distracts big minds and big money from the real issues threatening our children.
I forgive Nabisco Shredded Wheat for letting the sugar pass right thru it on the way to the bottom of the cereal bowl.
I forgive drawstrings who disappear into the waistband of your favorite hoop shorts.
I forgive my nature and it's love of procrastination and self pity.
I forgive technology for passing me by.
I forgive Cold Stone for actually sucking and being so expensive that it brainwashes people into thinking it is good.
I forgive that tree which drew my sled and head to it like a tractor beam on the Harter's hill.
I forgive Half Priced Books for making it so easy to fill a closet full of literature that was only briefly scanned and cast aside.
I forgive eastern Montana for being butt ugly and detracting from the beauty that is western Montana.
I forgive those people in that thread that say The Beatles are the most overrated band of all time.
I forgive those bold ass crows that climb in your golf cart and fuck with your beverages.
I forgive Chevy Chase for never being funny but always thinking he is.
I forgive rain and its unpredictablitly fucking with your intermittent wiper duration decision.
I forgive Courtney Love and all the horrible places she has made her barefeet endure.
I forgive Barstow California and Kingman Arizona for being the most depressing places west of the Mississippi.
And finally, I forgive Nickelback, Creed and the Goo Goo Dolls for they know not what they do.
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The church at the end of my road is at least 900 years old. It's staggering to think that a building has been in continuous use for all of that time and the effort that went into building it when everything else was built of wood. I guess the mid-west = mediaeval Europe in respect of everything revolving around the church.