(TOES, CREATION/EVOLUTION) SHALLOW THOUGHTS FROM THE DEEP END WITH MISS JULIE’S POOL BOY: Creationism & Evolution trace back to toes. Like the world’s 3 major religious entities all trace back to night time commando raider & 100 year old baby daddy Abraham, like the Ancients were tied to the Titans & Olympus, & like the Mormons bringing their always decent choir, usually decent football team, occasionally multiple wives & no caffeine to the Big 12 Conference, these & both the Garden of Eden & Darwin’s ditty all go back to toes. Whether you side with earth’s age in millions of years or only 6,000 trips around the Sun, declare Creationist or Evolutionist at the polling precinct, or like the Titans, had a thing for Harry Hamlin rescuing Andromeda from the claymation Kraken while astride Pegasus in ‘81 as sides were taken in the Atari vs. Intellivision wars. At 5:13 AM, MJPB reached this metatarsal conclusion on his stroll toward coffee & the aid it provides in making the day’s poor decisions, because after all, they’re not going to make themselves. This is today’s Genesis moment, with capital or lowercase G depending on your outlook, the unifying fact, whether the fish of faith on the back of one’s car is the Ichthys or the Darwin fish, if you’re undecided if Saban unloading Pruitt on the Vols was a greater swindle than the $24 Dutch offer for Manhattan, if the two national conventions for politicos are merely 4 day telethons to raise money & awareness for future breaches of promise or how Shaggy Rogers, his dog, & 3 other teens in a van solved mysteries in 30 minutes while it took Columbo & the LAPD an hour & a half, it’s about toes. Toes, either solo or in combination from big to pinky, were created/evolved for the purpose of finding furniture in the dark, with discovering Legos in a distant second for the silver medal. Additionally, Miss Julie’s Pool Boy discovered that he is mad at his father for dragging him to church all those years, arriving at 9:30 for 9:45 Sunday School, for the fact he perpetuated the early arrival behavior & drug his boys, that his 3rd generation is now being drug on the “if you’re 10 minutes early, you’re 5 minutes late” plan, that he spends Wednesday nights & Sundays hoping to positively influence a bunch of 12 to 18 year olds by delivering a Sunday School lesson or delivering from the mound in Wiffle ball (which he did last night to the delight of local ibuprofen suppliers, & at the penning of this 3rd person opus, has applied the bottle directions of 2 every 6 hours & keep away from children, & now Miss Julie’s Pool Boy is up to 8 tablets & is deeply concerned as to when he can see his grandchildren again), tries to do the same all the time to his grand offspring, & added to the fact that he forgot to set the coffee pot timer, but given MJPB feels foul language is not impressive nor intimidating & shows an imaginative lacking in English with so many good words at hand, there were a lot of available words in his mother tongue to suit the pre dawn occasion that the Pool Boy, thanks to his father, was not allowed to use…