Saturday, April 28, 2007
Certainty is a matter of opinion
(5)
Before I leave off, so to say, I want to challenge you: I have it on Absolute Certainty from Above that God can be found in the photograph titled, 'Naked Women,' below. Here is the challenge: which of those gloriously beautiful women in the photograph is God?
(Oops. I just realized that there are no African-American women in the photograph. No Asian women either. And there must be another ten ethnic groups at least which were overlooked. Barf. So much for 'certainty.')
Before signing off I need to relate an Irish Joke from Walk This Way:
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Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya."
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry." Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, no, Brenda... no."
"No?"
"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
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Nighty-night.
Before I leave off, so to say, I want to challenge you: I have it on Absolute Certainty from Above that God can be found in the photograph titled, 'Naked Women,' below. Here is the challenge: which of those gloriously beautiful women in the photograph is God?
(Oops. I just realized that there are no African-American women in the photograph. No Asian women either. And there must be another ten ethnic groups at least which were overlooked. Barf. So much for 'certainty.')
Before signing off I need to relate an Irish Joke from Walk This Way:
----------
Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya."
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry." Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, no, Brenda... no."
"No?"
"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
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Nighty-night.
