Godalmighty, we ask you to bless this feast what lie before us, and please allow these spent lottery tickets with their silvery scratchery seasonings to nourish our bodies as they were unable to do the same to our wallets. Lord, thankya for the untimely frost you sent what claimed our pointless bananer orchards. Oh I was a fool to plant my nanners on a mountain, you made sure of that. In short, thanks for nuthin.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 06:00:02 +0000
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