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You’ve forgotten the REAL meaning of Christmas…..
Pressies!
Merry Christmahannukahramadankwanzaa!
Merry Christmyth, the perfect reply to the fundies. This should be the next poster campaign slogan! I’m so going to steal this.
Cheery Mishmash!
All right, Mike, educate the ignorant. What’s “pressies”?
English coloquial slang for “presents”.
Ah! Thanks. And I agree, by the way.
They are afraid to user the letter zee. It should be prezzies!
That’s the perfect holiday greeting for the new cult I’m founding.
Well, my car got rear-ended on the 23rd – so hard that it bent the SIDE panel and crumpled the floor-pan. My seat snapped and dumped me backwards so that I ended up facing the roof, giving me severe whiplash. The woman who hit me is claiming it’s the fault of the farmer who owns the sheep which I braked for (because it forced her at gun-point to drive too close and too fast, I presume) and is contesting the claim, however I’ve got a brand new (literally, it hasn’t got 50 miles on the clock) hire-car parked outside which her insurance will be paying for – and I’ve discovered the real meaning of Mythmas – a handful of pain-pills washed down with Champagne cocktails. Happy freakin’ holidays, folks!
Dreadful. Thank you for trying not to hit the sheep.
Wait- was this sheep carrying a little flag with a XP on it?
I stopped a good ten feet from the sheep. No sheep were harmed in the production of these two destroyed vehicles.
Cheers for pills. Are you well now? Or at least better?
I spent Christmyth eve on a hospital with a needle stuck up my arm – apparently I’ve anemia and it’s resilient enough that a month of oral medication plus iron-rich food didn’t affect it at all, so up the veins it is. It took them half a hour to find a vein and another two and a half for the damn thing to drip to completion.
I’ve since had a second dose, yesterday. Tomorrow I’ll take the third dose, then a fourth on Wednesday, then a week, then a blood test.
So much for a perfect creation.
So sorry to hear about what you have had to endure Ms. Siberia. These aren’t the “perfect creation” bodies we originally had before the fall. These are post fall habitations, are fleshly/temporal and so subject to death and decay (sin sucks). The fall literally effected everything, and not in a good way.
My heart goes out to you tonight, all the best.
I had a patient like that. He had to have two units of red cells every Tuesday for most of his life.
Oh, and not too bad thanks. Still having pain from whiplash, but that usually takes weeks to heal completely, so hey-ho, just got to get on with it.
Merry Christmyth to you, too!
Did I miss something?
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there were these shepherds…no,no,no…
let’s make ‘em wise men…Lessee, Once upon a time in…
…a kingdom near, near to thee a King would rule in peace & tranquility. But refused was He and counted a foe, still the rejected King loved them so. From door to door would He ever go, searching for one to whom He could His great love show. But all refused, were Self content, though good tidings to all was the herald He’d sent.
Yet knew they not whom they did scorn, ’twas Life Himself this child that was born. In the manger, the trough where animals feed, lay the Remedy for all mankind, that Holy Seed. Would ye be well the question went out, but most turned away though the Cure be stout.
The bread from heaven, that pristine place, abdicated by the adamic race. His flesh for meat bid He we ought eat, would heal the curse of adam’s tree which did sorely inflict, upon all mankind, a deathly trick.
The wise men did follow, the star lit the Way, the Light that still shines in men’s hearts, even today.
Say…
That’s a good one. Can I use it?
So glad that’s over.
seriously. me too.