I realized this morning that over the years I have said many many many things.. Most of which are well, just plain wrong. (They don’t run fast.. they don’t jump high.. in regards to watching the special olympics) and after careful review, i realize that I have done many unacceptable things in my day to day (kicking an old lady in the head for example). So really there are no ifs, ands or buts about it……. I’m going to hell. In a handbasket.
Now I ask you.. wtf is a handbasket & why is this so much more dasterdly then a regular basket? Is it possibly because the basket is made of wicker and then will incinerate upon entry? Perhaps a handbasket has kindling igniting sparks a plenty? or is it that it’s just plain uncomfortable & let’s face it if you are eternally damned you ain’t gonna be sitting on a bed of feathers.
This is what is plaguing me today. Perhaps I should prorogue this blog. (just wanted to use that in a sentence. I realize no one reads this any longer & so pausing anything would be moot).
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