RE: Job
May 4, 2022 at 5:05 pm
(This post was last modified: May 4, 2022 at 5:08 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
My father was a medic, and conscientious objector. Also a good christian family man..not entirely unlike job. Also lost it all, including his life..in a fucking tub...at his moms..complications of the flu.
God never gave him a new consolation family, either. My grandfather died of grief months later..I never heard him speak another lucid sentence. He just groaned..all..the...time. Then my nana passed days after.
How many puppies did my great great great great great uncle ogg have to kick for that one?
God never gave him a new consolation family, either. My grandfather died of grief months later..I never heard him speak another lucid sentence. He just groaned..all..the...time. Then my nana passed days after.
How many puppies did my great great great great great uncle ogg have to kick for that one?
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