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It seemed like everyone from the Pope to Mahatma Gandhi was accelerating
their personal growth through the powerful self-development tool of “journaling.”
So, not wanting to be a bridesmaid, I decided jump on the “journaling” bandwagon.
Here’s an example of how it went…
I had…I had never seen a human being wearing such a big pair of underpants.
My Mom: How and what the hell are you doing in here?!
Me: The window and looking for Kryptonite?
Me: Hey, Pope.
Hey, Mahatma Gandhi
How did you get in here?
Pope: The Window.
Gandhi: Got any Kryptonite?
Pope: Whoa. Draped over that tuba.
That’s the biggest pair of underpants I’ve ever seen.
Me: Yeah, my Mom’s. She’s in the other room or through the other window.
Gandhi Who feels like marching to the sea with me to make salt?
Pope: Get your Mom son. She can lead the parade wearing those underpants.
Me: I watch the parade on Thanksgiving.
Gandhi: Hey, what’s with Pope. He’s going through that other window.
Popeye: Where’s me spinach?
You land lubbers sure like your Kryptonite.
Abraham Lincoln: I miss my wooden friend Pinocchio.
Santa Claus: Who the f**k pitched a tent over my tuba?!
Superman: Sorry I’m late. Ahhhh, Kryptonite!
My Mom: Can you be a dear and zip me up.
Who were all those voices out here?
Sounded like a party.
Me: Just me Mom.