what the church marquee down the street told me today
August 16, 2008
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This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)
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i cannot be bought
I can tell who holds it, too. They shake up and down trying to find relief somewhere sanitary.
*snort*
The one near me stated recently:
Crying out “Oh God” from your bed on Sunday morning, is not the same as doing it from the pew. Get your butts to church!
Rocas, that’s fantastic. Must have been a big sign to contain all those words.