by Madison » Thu Sep 22, 2005 11:38 am
Pedro was driving down the street in a sweat
because he had an important meeting and couldn't
find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven,
he said "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me
a parking place I will go to Mass every
Sunday for the rest of my life and give up
tequila." Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Pedro looked up again and said "Never mind.
I found one."

Yes doctor, I am sick.
Sick of those who are spineless.
Sick of those who feel self-entitled.
Sick of those who are hypocrites.
Yes doctor, an army is forming.
Yes doctor, there will be a war.
Yes doctor, there will be blood.....