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I saw my baby crying hard as babe could cry. What could I do? My baby's love had gone and left my baby blue. Nobody knew what kind of magic spell to use.

Any normal person would know that you use money. If your baby is crying you giver her money, and lots of it, and then she stops crying and begins groping at your private parts.
 
Then baby said, "Dance magic, dance. Dance magic, dance. Put that baby spell on me. Jump magic, jump. Jump magic, jump. Put that magic jump on me."
 
Slime and snails, or puppy dog tails, or thunder or lightning...

Curse you, Bonzai! Doomed is your soul and damned is your life!

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ETA I'll see your obscure reference and raise you one!
 
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Yup. About what I figured. Edge and Kathy would read it, read into it what they wanted, and ignore the rest.

Pretty much a waste of bandwidth.

I keep thinking I'm doing something to support others here, or that I'm making some sort of dent in my own delusions. I really wonder, sometimes, if it's worth the effort.
 
Pretty much a waste of bandwidth.

Not true, Roadtoad. I got a lot out of it. I'm sure others did, too. Just because Kathy doesn't have the depth to grasp how difficult that was for you and tried to brush it all aside with one big True Scotsman doesn't mean your post was a waste.
 
yeah Roadtoad, don't let people like KK and Edge get you down.....

do you think Rosa Parks stopped fighting against racism!
 
I have heard God has been using dreams with the Muslim people to help open their eyes up to the one true God.
Allah is not Jesus, and Jesus is the truth! His sheep know his voice!!

Muslim dream update:

I was part of a team of loggers (3-4 unidentifiable men) loading some timber onto a flatbed pickup truck. As we started loading the truck, I realized I had left a half gallon of milk, whole gallon of milk, a container of apple juice, and a containter of orange juice in the bed of the truck sometime ago. Thus the milk was spoiled and the containers were bulging from the curdling.

I apologized to the logging team, took the spoiled liquids to a nearby trash container, and turned to find the logging team being mauled by a bengal tiger.
 
Chiming in RT - your words may not be read by the Edges and KKs, but are by me. And each time I find something new to think about. It is very easy for me to think all Christians are whackos (even though I'm married to one). Your willingness to share your journey puts a human face on the belief process.

Blue
 
Muslim dream update:

I was part of a team of loggers (3-4 unidentifiable men) loading some timber onto a flatbed pickup truck. As we started loading the truck, I realized I had left a half gallon of milk, whole gallon of milk, a container of apple juice, and a containter of orange juice in the bed of the truck sometime ago. Thus the milk was spoiled and the containers were bulging from the curdling.

I apologized to the logging team, took the spoiled liquids to a nearby trash container, and turned to find the logging team being mauled by a bengal tiger.

Thereby symbolizing your need to be involved in the yogurt industry.
 
Thereby symbolizing your need to be involved in the yogurt industry.

Huh. I guess God does work in mysterious ways. Thank you for the insight.

I was hoping Kathy might have an opinion on my dreams. But I'll take whatever I can get.

Yogurt . . . . hmmmm . . . . maybe its a clue to find the Schwartz?
 
Interesting how this thread has gone from the Gospel to quotes from Labyrinth and Buckaroo Bonzai.

Evidence for evolution?

:p

MHB
 
Interesting how this thread has gone from the Gospel to quotes from Labyrinth and Buckaroo Bonzai.

Evidence for evolution?

When Kathy and edge won't answer any of the interesting questions posed, what's the point of trying to have a discussion?
 
Roadtoad, my life would be less without you and your insights, your tremendous writing gift, and the simple love that radiates from your posts. You care. I need all of that I can get in my life, to resupply my own caring, if for no other reason. (Athough there are other reasons, of course.)

Keep talking, buddy. To those of us who want to hear what you have to say, if to no one else.
 

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