So god OK’s a trip for the Misses to appear before three sheep urchins to mouth a few platitudes. Meanwhile a few miles north men were being slaughtered in the thousands on a daily basis. Why not send the immaculate fanny to Flanders?
"OK you lot pack this shit in or I'll send the lad down and you know what will happen then? It'll be god fucking help you!"
The lord does indeed move in mysterious ways.
"OK you lot pack this shit in or I'll send the lad down and you know what will happen then? It'll be god fucking help you!"
The lord does indeed move in mysterious ways.
It's amazing 'science' always seems to 'find' whatever it is funded for, and never the oppsite. Drich.