‘Why? Isn’t it written that our Lord choose his mother? Women pick the egg or the sperm now so why not us the mother?’ The unborn waited for a reply.
The custodian, smiled and let him fall, thinking, he’ll be trouble.
Random Word: Mother
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Speeches we wanted to miss
‘We stand on the boat of life as it flies into the future where not even the birds of trouble will be roasted.’
‘Hmm, that’s working for me.’
Random Word: Catachresis
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