Gab is a gift; Listening is learned.
Inspired by some contents of The New Scientist, relayed to me by my mum:
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Harrowed be Thy name (very much so, I believe
(Or: "Harriets be Thy name", in which case a rich egyption heir sits on the throne of heaven... hmmmmm...)
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our dairy bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who tres. past e gangsters
And lead us not into Thames Station
But deliver us from weevil
For thyme is the Kingdom, and the Glory, and the Power
Forever and ever
Amen.
... Apparently, during some funeral service, there be one in the congregation who thought the paster said:
"... In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and into the hole you goes."
... And yet another poor soul who heard:
"Hail Mary, full of grains"
... Well, at least it isn't "... full of glaze".
Oh, and:
"Oh, gladly the cross-eyed bear" (see if you can figure this one out... I didn't till my mother told me).
Reminds of a time when a pastor came to my primary school for a christmas service, and read out a huge load of absurdly-phrased bulletins from various churches, one which included:
"Don't kill yourself... Let the church help!"
... Err, no thanks... I really want to live now... really...
Anyways, school's begun, FA isn't so bad, managed to sell off one textbook, did not manage to fit in a run or a swim since the beginning of the new year, managed to clinch a place in this year's annual production, looking forward to the possibility of loco night on friday (not much chance of that happening though... still...), looking forward to salsa nights on tuesdays (wonder if I need to pay)... very disappointed at not being able to sneak off to expo for the new year's... very happy with my recently chopped locks (though I'm getting the illusion that my hair seems to suddenly be growing at a phenomenal rate)...
Very happy with my new skirt, even if it's black... hoping to swish it in one of the salsa nights...
Not quite looking forward to work, but I guess I'll learn to like it again.
Most of all, looking forward to... BOYS!!!
Oh, come on... don't look at me like that... really... why are you all holding heavy things in your hands...
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Harrowed be Thy name (very much so, I believe
(Or: "Harriets be Thy name", in which case a rich egyption heir sits on the throne of heaven... hmmmmm...)
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our dairy bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who tres. past e gangsters
And lead us not into Thames Station
But deliver us from weevil
For thyme is the Kingdom, and the Glory, and the Power
Forever and ever
Amen.
... Apparently, during some funeral service, there be one in the congregation who thought the paster said:
"... In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and into the hole you goes."
... And yet another poor soul who heard:
"Hail Mary, full of grains"
... Well, at least it isn't "... full of glaze".
Oh, and:
"Oh, gladly the cross-eyed bear" (see if you can figure this one out... I didn't till my mother told me).
Reminds of a time when a pastor came to my primary school for a christmas service, and read out a huge load of absurdly-phrased bulletins from various churches, one which included:
"Don't kill yourself... Let the church help!"
... Err, no thanks... I really want to live now... really...
Anyways, school's begun, FA isn't so bad, managed to sell off one textbook, did not manage to fit in a run or a swim since the beginning of the new year, managed to clinch a place in this year's annual production, looking forward to the possibility of loco night on friday (not much chance of that happening though... still...), looking forward to salsa nights on tuesdays (wonder if I need to pay)... very disappointed at not being able to sneak off to expo for the new year's... very happy with my recently chopped locks (though I'm getting the illusion that my hair seems to suddenly be growing at a phenomenal rate)...
Very happy with my new skirt, even if it's black... hoping to swish it in one of the salsa nights...
Not quite looking forward to work, but I guess I'll learn to like it again.
Most of all, looking forward to... BOYS!!!
Oh, come on... don't look at me like that... really... why are you all holding heavy things in your hands...
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