God spake to me in a dream. “Arise, my son. Hasten thee to the kitchen!”
I arose. I did hasten me to the kitchen. At the fridge I did pray, “What now, Lord?”
“Bratwursts be Satan’s handiwork. Thou must cleanst thine abode of these sin sausages via fasting and supplication! And maybe a bin.”
But I ateth my filleth of them—did it matter anyway how evil be conquered? Still, I did fell to the floor in bloat and faint.
“Forgive me, Lord! Save me from your wrath! (And excess pounds…) I only did this in your Name after all!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
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Fank yew! 😄
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Basically, time to hit the gym 😂
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Pretty much! 🤣
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This is a great example of divine intervention hehehe
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Thou eatest thy fill of the wurst, brat? Now thou shalt suffer the burning indignities before being relieved of thy burden. And the devil take the hindmost.
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Oh my! What fresh hell is this? 🤣
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Tony,
Thank the Lord for avoiding temptation.
Thank you,
Gary
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Yeah, but it’s a real fun killer though. 😋
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Lol!
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