Thank You for the Self-Esteem, Guys
If there’s one thing I got out of Christianity it was “love thine enemy.” What a pity no one preaches it anymore.
Anway, I’m over it.
Kristine is ugly! (Scroll down to "Emanuel Goldstein's" comment - yeah, that's a hoot. I didn't wear makeup on the islands. Shocker. All the photos that I've ever posted that I stated were of me, were of me. When I wasn't taking the form of a toad.)
Kristine is fat! ;-) (OMnG, that's a hoot, that is. Even black magic won't make that true.)
Oh dear, somebody at Uncommon Descent broke our "don't-post-about-me-personally-and-I-won't-post-about-you-personally" rule. Search AtBC all you want, I never made any comment about a certain somebody's appearance or efforts to lose weight. (I did talk about all the global warming conspiracy theories.)
"The bone is for the dog." Har-de-har, is the dog supposed to be me? Isn't he afraid of fleas? (I've had six months to "reflect.")
Man, that's class. Real class. Care to come to Minneapolis, or should I visit Austin sometime?
And WAD, the wacko in Waco?
For tea and cookies? How about some rice cakes?
Better bring rice cakes. ;-)
(I guess I was giving somebody a little too much credit for maturity, because I really thought the peaceful coexistence would last. Well, that's what happens when you have faith, I guess. I won't make that mistake again.)
But these gentlemen left out one thing, one essential thing. It begins with a "w." W-I-T-C...
(I'm totally serious.)