Two words that used to hold another meaning to me have been taken from my vocabulary, ROBBED actually! I am that guy who hears the word balls and wants to repeat it and laugh. I have been polluted, and at the same time I pass on my pollution. The other day when my youngest son called two other kids a couple of retards I knew I had to change. The Lord has been slowly changing my heart for sometime. And that is what it will have to be, a heart change, because like Sam my mouth is about 20 miles ahead of my mind and 40 miles ahead of my heart. But I am aware and I am making the change. But the hard part is that it is bloody funny, I mean Balloon Knot come on that is good, but not as good as "tar star"
Sorry God ... again
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balloon knot...bloody...
dear lord please make aaron stop throwing me these softballs
good.
we can all do this....
however, my problem is not being able to stop laugh-crying when things are wrong... and funny.
or in aaron's post right and wrong and funny and i want to ram my staedler pencil through my mental eye.
pegg
we have a sick sense of humor we do. pegg and i talked about something very serious and painful last night and couldn't help but laugh at moments and not know why. so when is it healthy and when is it not. Was ethan talking about Jesse and Jake? Out here
poop.
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