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I'm glad you arrived safely. You should celebrate with a salad of hydroponic greens.
Couscous, but also some kale, SB.
slol, the air tonight was pretty great, and I got in around sunset and there were dark clouds, but also golden light, and it felt like being on another planet. A nice other planet, full of hotties.
If you really are on another planet, you have to be careful. One of the hotties may turn out to be a local incarnation of Jesus. And wouldn't that be embarrasing, macking on the Godhead.
Odd that someone godless enough to think that the Lord has "local incarnations" would think to be embarrassed about bedding It.
On the other hand, "Whatever you did unto one of the least, you did unto me". So it's probably not beyond his/her previous experience.
Odd that someone godless enough to think that the Lord has "local incarnations"
I'm not a real Ray Bradbury, but I play one in comments. Ogged, have you never read The Illustrated Man?
Lord knows I've dated some of the least in my life.
And the Lord knows every last thing you did with them.
I have not read The Illustrated Man.
Good. Then the screams coming from the veldt will have the desired effect.
Sex with Jesus: overrated?
See You At Urth!
If you have a table in the centre of the restaurant, are you in Middle Urth?
"He'll love you forever: How to give head like Mary Magdalene."
DE! Don't you live in L.A.? I'm in room 206!
Was it St. Catherine of Siena, or was it another Christian mystic, who beheld the Holy Prepuce in one of her ecstatic visions?
I'm sure if Adam had an audience with the meat of the Messiah's bris kit, he'd have confessed to it one of these Fridays.
I wonder if Hell can just swallow you up, or if you have to die first.
I wonder if Hell can just swallow you up, or if you have to die first.
It can swallow you up. I'm posting from there now.
You know it's happening when all the Hell-breath reaches you, and then there you go, down the Hell-gullet.
The bad thing about Hell is the lack of alcohol on Friday nights.
I wonder if Hell can just swallow you up, or if you have to die first.
And milagro internets re Catherine of Siena:
Apart from its physical importance as a relic, the Holy Foreskin appeared in a famous vision of Saint Catherine of Siena. In the vision, Jesus mystically marries her, and his amputated foreskin is given to her as a wedding ring.
I'll be there with a hood and a leash, Ogged. (I hope you like it abu-kinky.)
Here's the original Wikipedia entry. Not sure we should link to "absoluteastronomy.com", your online resource for creepy relic facts.
22? As ogged noted, not actually something I posted. Is assuming false identities a new trend aroung here?
Best not be; I'm going to start deleting those.
I thought it was a little out of character for you, LB. But only a little.
You got couscous? Right away? We're going to have to find something else to rag on you about.
That's about this, btw.
I can just post links to every Filler strip here, if you want.
From his description, it sounds like the couscous was nigh unavoidable. We should wonder whether hard-won couscous is more satisfying than the kind that just falls into your lap.
I think it probably depends on how hot it is.
Hmmm... mentioning hot your women and couscous with the same breath...