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27 June 2010 @ 09:06 am
A simple description of what might be your purgatory. Just Sayin'.  
You're sitting at an extended family wedding-related event, realizing that attention spans from the tables are separate from the front (ring bearing, toasts, etc.). Two hours go by, people with jail tattoos running from their shoulders to their inner thighs, cheap beer in plastic cups, and conversation between others is nearly impossible due to intensely loud country music and other odd distractions, such as two lesbians making out and relatives stumbling from illegal substances they brought with them.
Here's the bummer. You want to leave, but you can't. Why? 20+ cars have you blocked in.
YOu ask them to move their cars, and they're not.
Now you're stuck.

That, my friends, is purgatory. I may consider living out my life as a dedicated Catholic, now.