O-4 My Father

My Father is one special guy.  He pretty much runs the show at my church.  Every Sunday, he preaches the word of God.  His name is Father Joe.  He is a very nice fellow and knows what is right and wrong.  It seems like he has his life in order and has good morals.  I can talk to him about anything and he always gives me the greatest advice.   I always ask him how comfortable those collar things are, but he always bats the question out of the way.  He respects me and I respect him.  We always seem to get along.  That is probably because we are really awesome people.   He is really good at basketball and I always play with him in the church gymnasium.  He always defeats me.  I suck.  He enjoys listening to country music and he plays in a country music band, called “Our Father.”  It is basically a Willie Nelson cover band.  He sings all of his songs and is actually really good.  He played many sports back in the day, like football, baseball and basketball.  He was the quarterback for his football team, but I forgot the name of his school.  He led his team to a division championship, so I guess he was pretty good.  In baseball, he holds the record for homeruns and for the lowest ERA in his school history.  In basketball, he was the all-star.  He averaged 19 points a game.  It is safe to say that he is an all-around great guy.  If I learned anything from this guy, it would be to never resort to vegetarianism.  The stuff is wack.  He told me that all vegetarians are borderline serial killers!  That sketched me out pretty bad.  The moral of the story is to never be a vegetarian.  If you ever see one, kill it.  They eat hummus.