Posted by:
esias
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Date: December 15, 2014 11:31AM
Just at that point in the three-hour rack of verbiage, your mind turning to top yourself, you're sure you deserve a Sunday morning in bed, sprogs slouch and slobber on the hard seats, life can't get any worse - a ray of sunshine suddenly radiates from the stand when someone who should know better lets slips a ... come again?
Thin, gaunt, slippery, public school teacher glass-eyes advises the youth of the war to take of advantage of the spirit of prophecy currently emboldening the ward.
And he was serious.
Then there was the ward lonnie (of which I shared joint honour) in the very same meeting screaming and pleading to the congregation ad nauseam that evolution is not true! It's not true! Not true! Evolution is not true!
I counselled both brothers after the meeting in the spirit of friendship that I was sure the Morgbot brain over time was becoming more frail, and perhaps for time and eternity.
In the very name of Joseph the jester
Christmas greetings and best regards esias