Let's listen to a few words from Rev. Bob this morning. I mean, come on, what else do you have to do?
Go now and have yourselves a wonderful Sunday, kids. And if you feel like sinning a little, don't let me stop you.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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Was that tongue in cheek, or just tongue?
I'm thinkin the SEVEN deadly sins...
And there is tongue involved!!!
Two Thousand Eight
Looks Like A very HOT year...
Happy New Year Red.....
xoxoxox
Arrrrrgh!!!
Two Thousand AND eight!
sorry...xoxox
Well, Charles, I think an equal portion of each sounds about right.:)
I "thought" I knew what the seven deadly sins were, Galen, but I can think of only 3 or 4 in which tongue might be involved. Maybe I need to go back to school in '08.:-) Happy New Year, Galen.
Tongue!
Woo Hoo!!!!!!
Funny!
Oh, old Sigmund would have had a field day with this guy. Damp, humid tunnels surrounded by soft moss, into which his very long (bragger) train plunged? Freud would have written a whole book on this one case.
As for the stacked poodles, polar bears crushing rabbits, green geese... whatever this guy drinks, give me some. It sounds powerful stuff.
I did like the Maori face at the start. Nice touch. He can't be real though. He must be extracting the urine, surely? even the maddest evangelicals don't describe their LSD dreams!
Yeah, Little Wing, look what the Rev. started. LOL.:)
Indeed, RC. Sigmund would have loved it. I don't know -- perhaps Bob is, in fact, recounting acid dreams word for word.:-)
Just dropped by to wish you a happy 2008!
xx
pinks
Happy 2008 to you, Pinks!:)
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