Last Saturday (October 7th), Holly lost her Black-ness and became a Phillips. It was a beautiful wedding! They will be making their way to Nearly, Canada this week. We look forward to being with them soon.
My name is Vince and I live in Colorado. When I drink coffee a brown ring forms on my bottom lip. A similar ring forms on the mug. It's worth the hassle. I love my wife more today than yesterday and our kids are growing on us. I am a church planter with Acts 29 and I am in the process of planting The Town Church.
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Who is that hippie, Emergent-looking guy with Kirsten and Ezra? Don't tell me you preached at the Chapel looking like that.
No, I didn't wear the tuxedo.
You look like a damn San Fransican who doesn't shower and dates a chick that doesn't shave. No way you can make a tux look good with that visage.
Love you, pal.
Bryan - I am hoping that your comment does not mean to imply that I am the chick that doesn't shave because if so, well, that's just rude! You know nothing of my armpits.
Steph - I was certainly not implying that. Only that if one were to see Vince without seeing you, one would suppose that his wife does not shave (or do facials with other women).
C'mon, my wife tells me when it's time to trim my beard or get a haircut. Did you not notice that he looks a bit like a baboon?
Vince is Vince. Maybe a little shaggy... but baboon? Nope. His hair is his creative expression. It doesn't bother me. Now if he starts throwing poop and eating bananas with the peeling on, I will become a bit more suspicious.
As would I. Okay, Vince is Vince. Fair enough. Vince rules.
Did no one notice the beautiful bride? Or the cutest little "penguins" ever? And, thanks to Vince, I have finally learned that hair (or lack there of, Bryan) does not make the man.
Did I just get spanked by Vince's mom? You have some protective women in your life, pal. Picking on you is like approaching a lion and getting ambushed on either side by a bunch of hungry lionesses.
That's what I imagine, anyway. That's never actually happened to me, despite what I tell my fawning admirers.
Actually, no one has ever fawned in admiration at me either.
You see, the problem with my life... Aw, nevermind.
That was not a spanking..maybe a hand slap. I thought about bringing Rick into the scolding by mentioning his yellow/orange hair days, but I decided that would be too vengeful. Vince has remained silent before his accusers. Just more proof of the man behind the hair.
But, again, did no one notice the beautiful bride?
wow, look at that bride!
Hey, do you think you could get me the seven digits of the hot guy sitting above the groom on the right?????
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