If you all don’t lower your voices and cease calling me Satan, I will have to sing show tunes.
I looove musical theater.
I haaaaate any and all religious proslytizing, of any intensity. (I'm no big fan of any form of salesmanship, actually, but I'll just attribute that to my odd brain chemistry and move along.)
My hero for the day is Live Journal user Koaloha. She took a stand, in style.
- via Flutterby.
I haaaaate any and all religious proslytizing, of any intensity. (I'm no big fan of any form of salesmanship, actually, but I'll just attribute that to my odd brain chemistry and move along.)
My hero for the day is Live Journal user Koaloha. She took a stand, in style.
- via Flutterby.
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On a cold and grey Wisconson morn
On a tumbledown farm, a little calf is born
In the meadow
(In the meadow)
And her mamma moos
(In the meadow)
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth sucking on her teat
In the meadow
(In the meadow)
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