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
I'm in a conundrum. when it comes to schlepping and ahj, who wins? moses or jesus.
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JDC
The man is fearless.
If Moses can aprt the red sea, it is possible that he could manipulate earth, fire, and air also. Parting the sand and dropping Jesus in a chasm several stories deep would negate most of his abilities. Fat lot of good unending loaves will do ya with thousands of tons of sand over his head.
Course, Soloman would kick both their butts. Don't even rile that man.
JDC