Cal.E.'s Korner

Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life

Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am Make a piece in your master game plan Free from the earthly temptation below I've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe

Bring on the brothers who've gone on before And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door All the departed, dear loved ones of mine And stick 'em up front in the offensive line

Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life End over end, neither left, nor the right

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft

Dropkick Me Jesus lyrics © Screen Gems-emi Music Inc., Black Sheep Music

C.: Well, d.c. is running late, so it looks like it’s up to me to begin the blog…Tom the Tabby, what are you doing here?

Tom: I think you know, Cal.E.

C.: No, I really don’t.

TTT.: There’s a little matter of money, my friend. In particular, the money that you stole from me some time ago.

C.: Yes, but my husband paid you back in full.

TTT: He paid me the principle of what you stole from me, but not the interest. It’s not the principle that I’m principally interested in, but the interest that has my interest piqued. That’s why I kidnapped your best human friend and threw him down into the basement at the Sam Houston Coliseum. You can see’ em again when you pay the interest on the principal. Otherwise, I’ll drop kick d.c. scot through the goalposts of life.

C.: And how much money do I owe you, Triple T.?

TTT.: One million dollars (ahahahahaha).

C.: That interest grew quickly. Anyway, d.c. and I collaborated on the blog yesterday, so I know that you and Tucker just threw a dummy down the stairs at the Sam Houston Coliseum replica that was made by a fan and put up in its old location to hold the cat fight. That cat fight occurred this Tuesday, and it was between Tucker Tucker Two, my husband and five-time heavyweight cat fighting champion of the world, and T. Puppy Katt, a virgin to the sport. It was on pay-per-view channel 2222222222.2 and is available for replay at one-half the original five hundred dollar cost. I also know that no decision was ever rendered since y’all got rid of the ring announcer and the referee, so I expect a rematch soon.

TTT: That was an imposter you worked with yesterday, Cal.E. Listen to my phone.

d.: Help! Give Tom what he wants, or I’m dead!...

TTT: That’s enough. I want my money, Cal.E. If I don’t get it by this Sunday, no more d.c. scot.

C.: Well, I’ll talk to my husband. He can probably write you a check…

TTT: No, no checks! If Tucker, Tucker Two can’t give me the money in cash or kibble, then I demand that we go into the ring and settle this like two grown tom cats. The purse will be the one million dollars you owe me Cal.E. If Tucker wins, you both get to live, and so does your human friend. If I win, it’s curtains for you all, if I don’t get the money doubled, or that much kibble. That’s this Sunday at the new Sam Houston Coliseum replica. Also on per-per-view channel 2222222222.2. That’s two days from now, Cal.E. Even you can count to two!

Now, I have something to say to my potential opponent. “Tucker, you’re a traitor. I’m the original Triple T, and I always will be. You were my best friend, but then you went and married that thieving tri-colored cat. You’ll pay me with your money, your kibble, or your and your friend and wife’s lives, my former friend, next Friday, on pay-per-view channel 2222222222.2.”

Peace out, y’all.

Cal.E.'s Korner

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