The Shipp or not the Shipp

Okay, so this may be a woman, but it looks a lot like Kevin Shipp to me. I just found it on one of those random pics that show up on mail.yahoo.com. Let me know what you think.

INFESTATION NATION!

I don't know about you guys, but it seems like the oncoming summer months only means one thing. No, no... not freedom from massive amounts of schoolwork or fun at the beach. I'm talking about bugs. EVERYWHERE. So about two weeks ago, a foul stench was wafting my way from one of our two trash cans. "What could that be?" I thought, all too curiously. Upon opening the lid, what did mine eyes see? About 30 maggots went cascading to the ground from under the lip of the lid. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. They all wriggled on the ground in shock and then crawled away to I don't even know where but a vent to our crawlspace was very close... Ok, so after avoiding the trash can until trash day, I had a sigh of relief when the trash men actually got the nasty infested bag out. No more maggots! Ooohhh no. Last Tuesday, my roommate Sara threw away half of a raw chicken (the breast and ribs that had the gizzard and sick stuff attached to it). I knew disaster was imminent, so I attempted to keep the lid sealed on the trash can to prevent flies from going in there. Every time I went by, though, someone would always leave it cracked open. On Thursday, Holly and I had noticed a foul smell around our front porch (very close to the trash cans). I said, "It's trash." She said, "IT'S DEAD ANIMAL AND I'M GOING TO FIND IT!" Well, maybe not that excitable.. but you know, loud. Like Holly. So she goes out to the bush by the front steps with a broom and starts jabbing around in the dirt. I go inside thinking she's a moron, and then Holly runs in to tell me it was the trash and that there were maggots eating all up in the trash bag. Uuuunnh. The trash came the next day, and sadly, not all of the maggots left with the bag, so I had to give them a little bath with our water hose and dump their foul selves into the grass. I'm hoping the robins had a feast. Anyways, I've gotta run to class now. Watch out for maggots.
The end.

Back to school... back to school... to prove to Dad I'm not a fool...

This is the God-breathed verse for the first day of summer school today:

Behold, what I have seen to be good and fitting is to eat and drink and find enjoyment in all the toil with which one toils under the sun the few days of his life that God has given him, for this is his lot.

Ecclesiastes 5:18

School will be over soon. Yayyy.