I'm in a lecture

Hello one follower! At least now I know that one person follows my blog.

I'm sitting in a small groups lecture, taught by Scott Tubman. It's very good. that's why I'm writing this blogpost :)

Adam, a guy in my class, made me coffee. So here I sit, coffee next to me, on a wonderfully rainy day, with a mug of hot coffee, and I'm content in the world. I am so blessed :)

Time to take notes - Cheers..

Regular post becomes The Doc

Good evening.

This is a post. I can't actually think of anything to say. Sometimes when I start blogging things just come to me.

Much like The Doc's sex talk to us the other day. He is the King of Brain Farts. No. Seriously. He has a throne and everything.

He was giving us a sex talk wherein he told us about the purebred dog he used to have that used to climb walls when it was on heat, he told us a story about a man that appreciated the relationship between men and women so much that he, rather embarrassingly, began weeping, and finally he told us the story of how he had heard that all young boys at some stage in their development go through a phase of marked homosexuality. He had not, however, ever been through, or experienced that phase.

At the end of the talk, he explained to us that all of this was unplanned, and that what he was actually trying to say was that they would appreciate it if there were to be no room visiting, i.e. No guys in girl's rooms and no girls in guy's rooms.

Today, Frankie baby came to talk to us. The Doc, by way of introduction told us about Frank's children. "Frank is the father of John* and Michael*, and he is the father of... a girl (we now start to realise that he's forgotten her name), who is in Norway. SHE'S IN NORWAY! and we'd just like to thank frank for coming to speak to us, DEBBIE!" and he sat down.

Some say he has a tattoo of his face, on his face. Some say he is the King of Brain Farts.

All we know is,

He's called The Doc.