I Now Pronounce You Squirrel and Tissue
First of all I’d like to thank everyone for their kind comments on last Saturday’s post. Even if you just read it and didn’t comment—which I can sympathize with as I really didn’t leave much room for discourse—I still thank you. It was a hurdle for me to put that out in the open as I’m traditionally a very private person. Thanks for your support, fam!
Now we return to our regularly scheduled programming: stream-of-consciousness thoughts.
If Spring is the season of love and romance, what does that make Fall? If Fall is the opposite of Spring, does it make it the season of anti-love?
This evening I was walking towards a central part of my University’s campus to play a rousing game of Ultimate Shillely. We don’t play with frisbees up here in Minnesota; rather, we embrace our strong, overpowering Irish heritage and throw around the ol’ shillely. And then we dance around the Mexican hat.
But that’s beside the point. What was my point? Oh yeah. Is Fall the season of anti-love?
I was pondering the idea this very evening. Just as I was drawing conclusions, however, I witnessed a squirrel humping a stray tissue that had floated into the grass.
O, Fall is not the season of anti-love! Yea, love is strong year round, even if it’s the abominable love between squirrel and tissue.
And He saw it was good.
Now we return to our regularly scheduled programming: stream-of-consciousness thoughts.
If Spring is the season of love and romance, what does that make Fall? If Fall is the opposite of Spring, does it make it the season of anti-love?
This evening I was walking towards a central part of my University’s campus to play a rousing game of Ultimate Shillely. We don’t play with frisbees up here in Minnesota; rather, we embrace our strong, overpowering Irish heritage and throw around the ol’ shillely. And then we dance around the Mexican hat.
But that’s beside the point. What was my point? Oh yeah. Is Fall the season of anti-love?
I was pondering the idea this very evening. Just as I was drawing conclusions, however, I witnessed a squirrel humping a stray tissue that had floated into the grass.
O, Fall is not the season of anti-love! Yea, love is strong year round, even if it’s the abominable love between squirrel and tissue.
And He saw it was good.
"ma'am"
3 Comments:
HAHAHAHA The Mexican Hat indeed! It was a valient effort at Irish music I must say, but you were off by a whole nationality and a half. Better luck next time. Ole!
well if you dont want the joke answer which is that fall is the season of football spicey scented candles then ill go with a more thought out answer... spring is the season of rebirth, life anew (thats why it is said that jesus came back from the dead in this season - it coincided nicely with the already well established pagan holiday around the spring equinox, of which the rebirthing symbol/mascot was the bunny -sound familiar?) so in contrast, fall is the time of rest, retreat, deep slumber and revitalization... and football!
Fall is the time of anti-love and pro-meaningless fucking. see your squirrel and my love life both prove it!
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