The silence made you believe in my virtual death? I can understand that. But this white foam which foam along your lips is suddenly removed towel container elephants, because I'm back. As Jesus, I come back from hell for even more fun.
Have I missed my sweet thirst for literature? Have you found something to fill your want in a fellow blogger?
I would hope none of you has had the ridiculous to be lulled by the dark of his bedroom old boy, rocking backwards and forwards by pressing F5 fault to press the buttons began to invade her face with a velocity to make the Huns green with rage.
I'm back. As Jesus said to myself? Hey, and if we were talking about religion?
He taught me everything about how
disappear so that you listen more before I take
"Be fruitful and multiply."
Again for those in the bottom who would not listen, too busy to practice the ritual of the mixture of saliva of Male
"Be fruitful and multiply."
that mathematicians did not see this tribute to Pythagoras and Albert, this is a turn properly used just to replace one that should have been included instead: "that your wife can never work otherwise than mimicking a waterfowl. "
Before that order, I object! Nay, I do not take exception, I rebel!
And for two reasons I'm going to support me. My hatred thus resembles a bad stool. First
. Heck, but ... What is there that this injunction is going blithely about? Grow what? Multiply that? Finally, the supreme being he would stutter? Was it took a phlegmatic acute pushing to settle for two verbs and wait until the message is understood? Or is the translation of the original text she was subcontracted to a Chinese clumsy? Second
. Which psychopath may well wish that these ape species genetically miscoded breed and multiply? Is there not enough already, shit on this planet? Pardon my language, but I would say that this kind of sentence would be to go to Lucifer, who does not want as pseudo-Gothic scarified to the envelope and recycled paper that misfortune and desolation.
For what happiness can there be to push the bipeds we are to multiply? In one, Eve, you will give birth in pain. Is this could be enough to dissuade you from playing the mother hen you?
is also from the start that everything has been sabotaged, a woman and a man. A single pair. Notwithstanding the problems that will go to meet Adam to meet in case of dispute, there must be coupling between their children. Eve, than have you kept to be fruitful!
And here we are in 2011 (good year for that matter). Take the train, and before you, which is the blood of these two ancestors adopted the ideas too to realize that their grandchildren (and the generations that follow) will necessarily syndrome. A couple, still, still. The woman is obese, disheveled, dressed as if she could choose between clothes and hideous clothing lacking. The man is obese, bald, and proudly wears a T-shirt OM / OL / PSG / Coq Sportif (delete as appropriate, other burn).
They are ugly, little if these homo sapiens. But what is not then your surprise when, late in this process, in addition to not the least charming couple, two children appeared. No. Impossible, then you scream yourself! How is this possible? How could they dare to play? Have they no self-preservation of human splendor? Why ugly idiots they proliferate?
Example typical human being who reproduces
shamelessly and without any thought for what it leaves us in the legs.
Still, the facts are there and made two children. These children are not just ugly and stupid, they are also noisy. They yell, they scream, they jump. They run, they hit your chair, cry, forgive, yell, scream, cry, hit, run, eat a little, should not that McDonald's and Coca-Cola found itself forced to file for bankruptcy because of parents caring too and shout and scream and run and scream and scream and cry and cry again.
Your calm is like the evening that you do not remember the purpose or reason why you woke up naked in bed with your sister who made the coffee wrapped in a towel bath, while her best friend was still on your head torso covered in cold wax.
And this is just one of billions of situations that cause us to literally enjoy all of three hands clapping when a child throws himself out the window of the top floor of his school (for lack of being able to appreciate its futility before that grade level). There will be less, the better.
God has ordained that, my friends. God is the one and only guilty of this scourge of children, these monsters who have mental faculty for a quarter of those of their parents, and know nothing else to do than make your life more unbearable it already is in normal times, and moreover the way to shatter all objects to which you hold more than your own soul.
So now tell me: why continue to pray God that we can accuse him of wanting to destroy all that remained pleasant in our dismal present?
Why? I'll tell you ...
A nice picture for the outstanding
... because to believe in an imaginary friend once your past 10 years, he must already hold good.
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