Actually, it's seasonal. Starbucks does pumpkin spice in November for Thanksgiving, Peppermint around Christmas and semen in March for Purim. It makes sense because, historically, Haman was a dick, but more importantly, Purim just sounds dirty.
Considering that Manning's entire "ministry" is a huge middle finger to the actual Gospels, it seems like a perfect way to rehabilitate the building, maybe even reconsecrate it.
(Like Jefferson, I think Jesus was overall a pretty keen moral dude, once you set aside the mystical nonsense)
I concur, Ms or Mr Woods. I did the same, and suffered that curse of seeing reality when I look in a mirror, however I learned how to hold an attitude in the face of danger to to others.. (How she dominated a cat suit put Grace Kelly to shame!)
Trump could buy it to hold Palin's wigs, I don't care, so long as that POS Rev. doesn't get to "preach" in what society considers a "church." (of course, I want the homeless LGTQ youths to hang their hat there and for it to be a rill sanctuary.)
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Actually, it's seasonal. Starbucks does pumpkin spice in November for Thanksgiving, Peppermint around Christmas and semen in March for Purim. It makes sense because, historically, Haman was a dick, but more importantly, Purim just sounds dirty.
Well, you can have an alter ego.
I did dye my hair red, so there's that.
I'm aware. I wasn't surprised, just disappointed.
They should just turn the building into an insane asylum. You know, to preserve consistency.
I always wondered about those flying toasters on the old screen savers. What did they mean? Where did they come from?
Where did this crusty old 'preacher' get those god awful crazy ideas?
Considering that Manning's entire "ministry" is a huge middle finger to the actual Gospels, it seems like a perfect way to rehabilitate the building, maybe even reconsecrate it.
(Like Jefferson, I think Jesus was overall a pretty keen moral dude, once you set aside the mystical nonsense)
Just thinking about her the other day. And Barb, too. Great comments back in the day when comments still were not allowed.
Yeah. Weren't they always exchanging recipes or something? Which, of course, were also not allowed.
They're active on twitter.
I concur, Ms or Mr Woods. I did the same, and suffered that curse of seeing reality when I look in a mirror, however I learned how to hold an attitude in the face of danger to to others.. (How she dominated a cat suit put Grace Kelly to shame!)
Well played, well played!
That beer is surprisingly good! :)
Trump could buy it to hold Palin's wigs, I don't care, so long as that POS Rev. doesn't get to "preach" in what society considers a "church." (of course, I want the homeless LGTQ youths to hang their hat there and for it to be a rill sanctuary.)
I thought that the Santorum Special was frothed hot chocolate with lots of cream?