Dweeze
Dweeze
Dweeze

I submit to my husband. And he submits to me, too. And together, we submit to Jesus.

Instigator!

I never liked steak growing up. My mother always cooked it til it was well past done. My first year in college we had steak night in the dorms. When they asked me how I wanted my done, I didn't know and just said medium. There was red inside - not much, but some, and I liked it. So the next time I said medium rare -

Well, I can't refute that

Where are their flight helmets then? Where are the helmets?

I hate to be a skeptic, but I don't believe those cats are actually in space.

Oh fuck no. Just fuck no.

And you call me new agey...

Shhh. It's one of those thing we just don't talk about.

That's just the sort of thing Big Clown wants you to believe.

With all that hockey hullaballo? And that bitch Anne Murray too?

Sure. Blame Satan. Everyone blames Satan.

They aren't in season right now anyway. It's the post-Super Bowl, pre-March Madness hibernation period, which is always a protected time.

That's eleven words that should never be put together again in any combination.

St. P to C.

St. Paul responds to the Corinthians

From St. Paul back to Corinthians

I think this guy wasn't actually a part of the wedding party, he was just wandering by.

That's the spirit! We'll have you giffing in no time.

Funny. You look giffish.