*We’ve Come For Your Miraculous Menorah Oil*Paul Siegell
What we know about dinosaurs we know because Jesus saved for us the information? What sound your sin? My worms ain’t ready to roar through me just yet. Can I borrow your Christmas lights? Cadaver scavenger hunt. Whatever happened to the high schools in our cemeteries? That’s what happens when you start seeing everything as if it were arranged by a deranged designer. My boss just said, “We’re dangerously close to hitting ignition on the next calamity.” Mind if I pull over? I’m almost outta gas.
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