There’s an unfortunate instructor-y thing where the guy on stage [I’ve found it’s usually a male doing this] asks a question he already knows the
You’d think a guy’d remember if it was the first time he’d seen a body but I didn’t not at first. [Hadda chance to graduate
The birds start by 0315 here, which is when I awoke this morning. They didn’t do it, make me wake-up, they’re not roosters after all,
To put the last first … Yes … can’t always get what we want Yes yes … we work as unto the Lord Yes yes
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.
This wouldn’t be the first time someone “posted” a “blog” on their “website” while having nothing to say. Well, not nothing exactly, but certainly not
In researching links for this site, I came across an obituary for Peter Falk, who died June 23, 2011. Learning that it had been the
“We’re sorry,” said the man, pointing. “We ain’t much here.” The woman, they guessed his wife by the way she puttered around, doing many small