Me Cave Man Cereal Guy. Me love cereals!
Best Good cereal Golden Grahams. Taste Good. Cereal Sister know.
Me love Crispix. Me love soft half *and* crunchy half. Cereal Woman not love Crispix.
Kix Good.
Some cereals Bad. Cooooooookie Crisp Bad.
Cracklin' Oat Bran Good. Cost too much (maybe... clump of hair and Good Stick, if lucky)
One cereal disappear when pour milk. Make hot in White Box. Put sugar.
Raisin Bran Crunch Good. Raisin Bran Good. More Good? Cave Man Cereal Guy head hurt.
Cave Man Cereal Guy make good blog. Cereal God give reward. Get cereal soon.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
My Personal Faith Journey
You want Religion, Strathroy? I'll give you a religion.
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>->->->-> tUBES
That's right, sucker. Pneumatic tubes have been dreamt about in all times, all cultures and all socioepileptic backgrounds. How did the Emperor Q'in plan to get into heaven, you may ask. I know how. How do Namibian bushmen plan to have the Holy Spirit delivered to them? William Murdoch knows. The Guanche people did *not* expect that God would speak to them through a Public Address system. They knew better. They knew his messages would come in pill shaped containers, shot out of giant Celestial Pneumatic Tubes.
Are you persisting in unbelief? Repent! Go to the bank drive-thru again. No, not your crappy home bank. That one over by Fatburger on Redmond Way. Just West of that strip mall with the Fatburger and Blockbuster and Great Clips. East of McDonald's and Dairy Queen. Across the street from Taco Time. The Bank with pneumatic Tubes.
Pneumatic Tubes solve all of the following Theological Problems
1) Pain (did you honestly think that they only transport pill-shaped bank transaction holders? No, they suck out your suffering and transport it to the suffering-deprived in the rich neighborhoods)
2)How it is that God can send people to Hell who didn't have any choice but to do their evil heart's bidding. I know how.
3) All other problems
Now I'm down here. And you all know how! Altogether now...
Pneumatic Tubes!!
Pneumatic->
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>->->->->
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>->->->->
<-<-<-<-<
>->->->->
<-<-<-<-<
>->->->->
<-<-<-<-<
>->->->->
<-<-<-<-<
>->->->-> tUBES
That's right, sucker. Pneumatic tubes have been dreamt about in all times, all cultures and all socioepileptic backgrounds. How did the Emperor Q'in plan to get into heaven, you may ask. I know how. How do Namibian bushmen plan to have the Holy Spirit delivered to them? William Murdoch knows. The Guanche people did *not* expect that God would speak to them through a Public Address system. They knew better. They knew his messages would come in pill shaped containers, shot out of giant Celestial Pneumatic Tubes.
Are you persisting in unbelief? Repent! Go to the bank drive-thru again. No, not your crappy home bank. That one over by Fatburger on Redmond Way. Just West of that strip mall with the Fatburger and Blockbuster and Great Clips. East of McDonald's and Dairy Queen. Across the street from Taco Time. The Bank with pneumatic Tubes.
Pneumatic Tubes solve all of the following Theological Problems
1) Pain (did you honestly think that they only transport pill-shaped bank transaction holders? No, they suck out your suffering and transport it to the suffering-deprived in the rich neighborhoods)
2)How it is that God can send people to Hell who didn't have any choice but to do their evil heart's bidding. I know how.
3) All other problems
Now I'm down here. And you all know how! Altogether now...
Pneumatic Tubes!!
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