barrelomonkeys wrote:Belial wrote:harmony wrote:It's past Sally's bedtime.
I switched bodies. I'm now in control of a janitor named Phil.
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barrelomonkeys wrote:Belial wrote:harmony wrote:It's past Sally's bedtime.
I switched bodies. I'm now in control of a janitor named Phil.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClSC0ItN ... ed&search=
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harmony wrote:Belial wrote:harmony wrote:It's past Sally's bedtime.
I switched bodies. I'm now in control of a janitor named Phil.
It's gotta suck, never having your own body and always having to use someone else's. Kinda like wearing someone else's underwear without washing them.
Tommy wrote:Brothers and Sisters,
I guess you all saw that I made it. A miracle in these modern days.
I learned some valuable lessons indeed. You might think that I pulled that timeless volume from my shelf, The Little Engine that Could and from those pages drew strength. "I think I can, I think I can! exclaimed the Little Blue Engine, over and over as he dared to climb the hill. Oh how I longed to have the courage of the Little Blue Engine. But this book, brothers and sisters, has now been committed to the flames.
After reciting the inspiring words of the Engine, I soon felt the clouds of darkness overcome my consciousness. When I woke, sometime later, I saw the smiling faces of brothers Packer and Bednar standing over me. Yes, I stand before you today, why? Because these two men heard my cries and rushed unto me with consecrated oil. They layed hands upon my head and blessed me. I felt the power of the priesthood combating the evil toxins, the caffeine from the poison I had drank. Now, I thought I heard Packer request of the Lord that if it be his will that I pass quickly, but, perhaps I heard wrong because I yet stand before you this day!
It was the priesthood that healed me, my brothers and sisters. And I realizsed how cunning the plan of the adversary is. It was not the spirit which led me to that deceptive children's novel, it was Satan, still speaking to my mind the proto-existentialism of Nietzsche. A trick indeed. The Blue Engine did not cry out to the Lord, not even symbolically, but saved himself and took all the glory. The Little Blue Engine became a false prophet of the anti-Christ, for there was no beacon for him to trudge toward, only his own will to trudge. Nor is there any real value attached to the summit of the hill. We encounter the engine thrown and forlorn in his situation. A stretch of track that merely becomes ready-to-hand in the attitude change of the Engine. There is no Truth in the world of the Little Blue Engine.
After the blessing, I burned that horrible book. I am back to pure focus on a new toddler's Bible that contains only pictures. I need the milk of this edition before I get back to the meat of my standard children's edition.
Later I will have some comments for my brethren, and for brother mentalgymnist and sweet sister Blixa.
harmony wrote:It's gotta suck, never having your own body and always having to use someone else's. Kinda like wearing someone else's underwear without washing them.
Belial wrote:harmony wrote:It's gotta suck, never having your own body and always having to use someone else's. Kinda like wearing someone else's underwear without washing them.
What sucks is when you get exorcised.....it's like giving birth.
Yeah, but we must trust in the Lord of Light Lucifer and his true words that not being bound to the mortal coil is best for now and that one day our revolt against heaven will succeed. On that day I intend to take the body of Brad Pitt and have an orgy. My spouse Gomory and I wear each others underwear all the time and there are no washing machines in Hell.
harmony wrote:Belial wrote:harmony wrote:It's gotta suck, never having your own body and always having to use someone else's. Kinda like wearing someone else's underwear without washing them.
What sucks is when you get exorcised.....it's like giving birth.
Yeah, but we must trust in the Lord of Light Lucifer and his true words that not being bound to the mortal coil is best for now and that one day our revolt against heaven will succeed. On that day I intend to take the body of Brad Pitt and have an orgy. My spouse Gomory and I wear each others underwear all the time and there are no washing machines in Hell.
You want to be a blonde empty-headed actor of mediocre skill? ROTFL! No doubt there is justice!