With all the weirdness going on all over, I thought a comforting word or two on the spiritual side might be in order this morning. This may explain the weirdness and put your minds at ease. Just a little. Peace on 'ya.
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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tell it,
sister
&
hallaballoo ya!
¤ ¤ ¤
/t.
Hallaballoo ya, too, /t. Things are happenin', brothah.:)
Did Reverend Bob just tell us to get fluxed?
Yeah, he pretty much did. To which I politely say, "Flux that!":)
I can't read lips....
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Poor Galen-san. You really need a new computer, dude. The modern ones read lips for you.:)
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