Couldn't find a morsel for a meal
that was worth consuming
Couldn't see the goodness in the preachers words
for they were all dooming
Couldn't think of how to begin the process
because I was so use to the concluding
Couldn't find a special spice
to brighten the stew I was brewing
posted by sean ethan abrahams @ 8:53 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
U.B.A. Genius
It sounds like you're freaking out about having to cook something to take to a potluck dinner at church. Very nice.
It sounds like you're on a mission in outer space and then the aliens invite you to worship their pagan gods. AND THEN THEY EAT YOU.
The moral of the story is don't trust aliens. They're always in it for number one.
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