He's a mixer, he's always been. Don't leave him alone with your wife or your best friends, or there's no telling what mischief the man with the mile-wide mean streak might wreack.
So, I confronted Gibbons with the disturbing news I had gotten from Cory about him going out bar hopping all the time with college kids, only to find out 1) He's been to a bar about 3 or 4 times since being in Terre Haute 2) He has NEVER gone out and done anything with kids that are still in college and thinks (like me) that a guy his age doing that would be kind of creepy. He was like, "Man, why would Cory say that? But that's what Cory does! He's a mixer! Well, since he opened the door, how about this:" And he proceeded to tell me how he left Cory alone for five minutes with Trista and when he came back in the room she was all worried cause Cory had told her I was going away to live in a hippie commune in a house made of straw. Again, why does Cory do this? Forget Boromir. Forget Sam. Don't forget the internal battle of Goodboy and Badboy and remember that, given a chance, NAAASTY things will transpire, and suffering and pain will follow.
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I guiess he's going to hell for that too.
I must protest! Things are scewed greatly in the wrong direction. Never said a hippie commune. In fact, I told her that it was NOT a hippie commune and that it sounded like a nice place. I told her that you are thinking of straw to use in the construction of your house. She thought of the three little pigs, so then I explained myself so more. I looked like she knew what I was talking about. Guess not. I was in fact supporting your move to Zepher Valley, but I don't know how it got scewed so bad. And with Gibbons, I never said that he went out with college kids, but I assumed that and that it was a big joke all weekend between him and I. In our conversation, I thought that it was not cool to go out until 4 am peroid when your wife and daughter are at home in bed. So I don't know where all of this shit is coming from but I do know that it stinks! I am not the mixer you label me as.
What are we, the UN? Why is diplomacy failing? Where is the communication breakdown? Why, o, why didn't we listen to Madonna when she said that without the heart there can be no connection between the hand and the mind????
I imagine much spluttering and stammering as Cory wrote that.
If it didn't have 'Mix' in it, I'd say T-Clog becomes 'The Mixer'.
I am still looking for a retraction from the editor of this blog. Thank you and good day! :)
Sorry, man, but there is a valuable lesson to be learned here. Whether or not events are as the result of misunderstanding or half-truths, a man must be who he is meant to be. You must own up to the truth about yourself: You are The Mixer. That won't change. And you must also understand who I am and realize that I, too, cannot change. For, you see, I am The Pot Stirrer.
I thought that you were the pothead?
What, just because I am going to live in a hippie commune?
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