Here it is, middle of November, and I’m stuck at home. Because I can’t install widows and doors in this weather. (Yes, a real rant.)
Okay, we’ve that other job going now. But, I have a guy hanging rock in the kitchen today becuase I have a couple more window jobs to do. We would be in each other’s way today.
So, anyways…
It’s November 17th and we have a tornado watch. Hail. High winds. Torrential downpour.
Like I said in the title, I thought I had done my part. I sacrificed the goat (Tasty! )
I cut myself and let the blood mingle with the goat’s.
I poured it on the ground, making a big circle. In that circle’s arc, I made five points. I connected those five points with the entrails of said goat, and my niece’s jump rope cause I made the circle too big.
I shaved my head and got naked.
I covered myself in butterscotch (the God’s love butterscotch ) and proceded to do the dance and very loud song of “Just give us fuckin’ normal weather, for cryin’ out loud” to the tune of Madonna’s Justify My Love.
Should the goat have been a virgin? I thought I could I could maybe save money by using the goat we already defiled in the other ceremony to ensure a Sooner win over the Aggies. (That one worked!)
In 17 days of Novemeber so far, we have had almost 12 hrs of sunlight. Not daylight, sunlight. If I was near the Artic Circle, I would expect this. But, the tattoo on my ass clearly shows Oklahoma City to be almost right on the Equator. Or is that my crack?
Anyhoo…
Goat killed? Check
Self mutilation? Check
Large, scary looking symbol drawn in blood out in the middle of May and NW63rd? Check
Nakedness of large 40 yr old man? Check
Singing? Check
Butterscotch? Check
What do the Gods want? What else to I need to do? Anyone got Jesus’s phone number? Maybe he’s paying attention…
P.S. This is a real rant concerning our horrid weather. I may have exaggerated my reaction a tad…