Re: A song and a prayer
St. Jackanapes
In alt.flame.jesus.christ, yowie gagged twice and then spat out...
> On Sun, 05 Feb 2006 21:52:44 -0800, WhewNotSaved wrote:
>
> >
> > "St. Jackanapes" <82189...@iwgyefkde.com> wrote in message
> > news:drmubp$40r$0...@pita.alt.net...
> >>
> >> In alt.flame.jesus.christ, WhewNotSaved gagged twice and then spat
> >> out...
> >>
> >>> Isn't the expression a "song and a prayer"?
> >>> I reeeeeeeeeelie doo like songs a lot and I'm sure singing one will be as
> >>> much help as a prayer does.
> >>> I only pray to Jesus to keep his followers away from me.
> >>>
> >>> Me, with the offensive NYM
> >>
> >> Not offensive. Just dumb.
> >>
> >> --
> >> St. Jackanapes ~
> >> ULC Ordained Saint since 1999
> >> http://www.jackanapes.ws
> >>
> > So you're an expert on dumb? Spending too much time introspecting to
> > examine it.
>
> Huh?
>
> What dialect of Old High Gibberish does that parse in?
Whew! And I thought that my large sunrise jigger of vodka was causing me
comprehension problems there. Thanks!
> > Whew!
>
> [pinches nose]
Thanks again! I was going to blame that loaf-of-colon parfum on my
hygene-challenged year old teenaged nephews. They've been using the
bathroom down the hall in the morning the past two days to off-load
buckets full of what had only hours earlier had been a refrigerator full
of half-gallons of various ice-cream flavors, ham sandwiches, Twinkies,
chili, dill pickles, chocolate pudding, bowls of cereal, and since
they're not Muslim, a huge cheese Danish. If I hadn't been drinking away
my sorrow and anger about how Diana stabbed me in the pancreas by
praying for me to *get diabetes* instead of praying for my recovery from
my hypo-adrenal problems, I'd might have realized that the noxious fumes
my addled synapses were reporting were indeed her motley moniker, and
not the 100% organic two-legged self-propelling garbage to fertilizer
transformers. I need to start wearing a gas mask when reading AFJC any
more.
--
St. Jackanapes ~
ULC Ordained Saint since 1999
http://www.jackanapes.ws
Father Haskell
>
> Whew! And I thought that my large sunrise jigger of vodka was causing me
> comprehension problems there. Thanks!
Take two jiggers next time, and you'll know for certain.
>
> > > Whew!
> >
> > [pinches nose]
>
> Thanks again! I was going to blame that loaf-of-colon parfum on my
> hygene-challenged year old teenaged nephews. They've been using the
> bathroom down the hall in the morning the past two days to off-load
> buckets full of what had only hours earlier had been a refrigerator full
> of half-gallons of various ice-cream flavors, ham sandwiches, Twinkies,
> chili, dill pickles, chocolate pudding, bowls of cereal, and since
> they're not Muslim, a huge cheese Danish. If I hadn't been drinking away
> my sorrow and anger about how Diana stabbed me in the pancreas by
> praying for me to *get diabetes*
She did? The horrors.
Got the transcript of the curse? Mine haven't been going
well. Maybe a professional xstain of Diana's caliber could
show me some tips.
> instead of praying for my recovery from
> my hypo-adrenal problems, I'd might have realized that the noxious fumes
> my addled synapses were reporting were indeed her motley moniker, and
> not the 100% organic two-legged self-propelling garbage to fertilizer
> transformers.
If I had nephews, they'd very probably be transforming my
herb into sticky black resin. All of it.
> I need to start wearing a gas mask when reading AFJC any
> more.
Turn on the light so you don't step in it.
St. Jackanapes
In alt.flame.jesus.christ, Father Haskell gagged twice and then spat
out...
> St. Jackanapes wrote:
These two are worthless. I keep going through their desk drawers and
belongings hoping to find some dope stashed away. Nothing but moldy
plates and silverware, hamburger wrappers, empty pudding containers, pop
cans. Their basement dungeon's a toxic waste dump on par with the Love
Canal. No wonder they don't have girls crawling in and out their windows
at night like I did.
Father Haskell
St. Jackanapes wrote:
> In alt.flame.jesus.christ, Father Haskell gagged twice and then spat
> out...
> > herb into sticky black resin. All of it.
>
> These two are worthless. I keep going through their desk drawers and
> belongings hoping to find some dope stashed away. Nothing but moldy
> plates and silverware, hamburger wrappers, empty pudding containers, pop
> cans. Their basement dungeon's a toxic waste dump on par with the Love
> Canal. No wonder they don't have girls crawling in and out their windows
> at night like I did.
Where's Calvin when you need him?