..exodus
....January
30, 2008
Oh
Lord, hear my prayer. Give strength to my Kohler that it might taketh
away that which I have given in abundance. Let my people go, so to
speak. Seriously. If my waste should once more backeth onto
my bathroom floor, may the plumber who hath charged me many shekels be
smitten with something heavy, say, a pipe-wrench. Consider, Lord,
what I, thy humble servant, have been through. I liketh not the nickname
Job. Give not more ammunition to the assholes who cluck their tongues
about my wretched luck. And, while we're on the subject, should not
their tongues be cloven in twain for recommending that eunuch from Roto-Rooter?
He knows not the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground.
Amen.
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