Friday, December 17, 2010
More Shit SB Says to Her Holy Idol, Ms. Moon
The legion was fun, but it smelled like smoke. I was hoping they still let you smoke there (a legion should be smoky), but I didn't see anyone smoking. I love the smell of stale smoke--it reminds me of my grandparents. My sweet daddy found out I like chicken drums best, so he gave me HIS drumstick. His WHOLE life has been a sacrifice for me.
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Giving up chicken drums is a sacrifice. I used to snarl over having to give up wings. Now I don't eat meat anymore, except for fish and shell fish.
He loves you so much that there is no sacrifice- only love.
Count your blessings.
Ditto the divine Ms. M!!
yay!for the drumstick!!
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