Boxing Day

Boxing gloves. Red, aren't they ?

It's Boxing Day. I awoke, got out of my bed, put on my boxer shorts, my boxing gloves, and took my Boxer Dog for a nice long walk. I tried to do up my Reebox with the gloves on but that didn't work, so my long laces were left trailing. The dog ran away and I couldn't run fast enough to get it back. Now it's somewhere making some street filthy.

I've seen Donnie Darko, I know what it's all about. I was in the time between times and wondering about my Ensurement Trap.

Remember: these are Christian boxing gloves, which means you can batter the hell out of anyone you like and still be saved. I certainly intend to do just that, once I have figured how to get out of this box. Fido !