I'm going to hell...

[angela146]

Ouch!

Spot on but that hasta smart

Sort of like a ruler across the knuckles?

 

[oggbashan]

...Fortunately, some Christians believe that as well. That's one of the things that I really like about C. S. Lewis; while agreeing that there is a purpose and reason for occasional sacrifice and penance, he also believes that joy is the business of heaven.

Shanglan

Did he write 'joy' or 'Joy'?

Og

 

[BlackShanglan]

Did he write 'joy' or 'Joy'?

Og

*laugh* Nice one, Og.

Wise woman. The apple, er, horsey, clearly doesn't fall far from the, er, um, mare.



Maybe I should try that again when my metaphors are less mixed.

Heavens no! There are few literary pleasures as fine as a really well-mixed metaphor.

Shanglan

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

but I am still laughing

Jerry, a Cajun highlander from Rapides Parish in South, Louisiana was an
> older, single gentleman who was born and raised a Baptist.
> Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak.
> Now, all of Jerry's neighbors were Catholic...and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.
The priest came to visit Jerry, and suggested that Jerry convert to Catholicism, and after many classes and much study Jerry was converted from a Baptist to a Catholic.
The next Sunday Jerry attended Mass... and as the priest sprinkled Holy Water over Jerry's head he said, "You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are Catholic" and gave him a small bottle of Holy Water to take home.
Jerry's neighbors were greatly relieved, until the next Friday night arrived and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood again.
The priest was called immediately by the neighbors and as priest he rushed into Jerry's yard, clutching a rosary, he stopped in amazement at what he saw.
There stood Jerry, clutching the small bottle of Holy Water which he was carefully sprinkling over the grilling venison meat, and chanted: "You were born a deer, and raised a deer but now you are a catfish!

*heh...snicker...snort...bahahahahahahahaha...*

Oh I am so going to hell now too.