Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav
like father like son. copping a feel, and so young. two christmas queens in a pod.
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"Getting His Word into the hands of everyday people would make the most sense for why God would choose common Greek as the Good News language." (emphasis added by me to show what a dipshit she is.)
God chose the language? Really?? Does she believe God is really the "author" of the Bible? Wouldn't there have been some kind of better way to phrase this, even from a christian standpoint -- such as "make the most sense for why God would choose to inspire a Greek-speaking writer with His word?"
Also, second best ever is where she says "Greek-on-the-street." That's going to be my new phrase. As in, "Hey, Franciso -- Greek-on-the-street today is you got your ass handed to you on the squash court yesterday."
That boy is so, so, so, confused.
Hopefully he won't be cast out of the family when he gets older.
Dale,
Heh-heh-heh (I don't LOL).