So this is my gift, a web page, Merry Christmas! God bless.
LEST WE FORGET
The Conferences
What can we say about the conferences? ROCKY IV man, ROCKY IV. Need I say more?
As little ol' Sean would say 'Do I amuse you? Am I here to amuse YOU?' How about those 'pranks' on our neighbors 'the boys'. Cutting out letters and writing anonymous threatening letters. And then trying to break into their room. I think we had silly string, and water balloons one year. Good times, good times.
We'd eat when we felt like it, and generally, we basically ruled the campus. Or how about all the times the fire alarms went off, and we'd have to evacuate the building. So we'd dare eachother to walk up to the firefighters and shake their hands. After long sermons, we'd stretch out on the grass, positioning ourselves like the lion king characters. There were warm lazy June nights, and bugs would be singing, and one of us would inevitably say,
" 'Hey Timon.'
'Yeah.'
'Ever wonder what those sparkley dots are up there?'
'Pumbaa, I don't wonder, I know!'
'Oh, what are they?'
'They're fireflies, fireflies stuck up in that big bluish black thing.'
'Oh gee, I always thought they were balls of gas burning millions of miles away.'
'Pumba with you, everything is gas.'
'Simba what do you think?'
'Well, I dunno.'
'Oh, come on .'
'Give give.'
'We told you ours.'
'Well somebody once told me, they were the great kings of the past, watching over us'
'Really?'
'You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?'
'Yeah pretty silly huh?'
''What mook made that up?' "
And then there would be silence, and then we'd start all over again. We'd repeat it till someone had something different to say. Then we'd be back in the room, and we'd talk till crazy hours in the night. Or we'd practice those awe inspiring 'scar flips' with our stuffed animals