Right ... whatever.
Q: How do blonde brain cells die?
A: Alone.
A: The grocery cart has a mind of its own.
Q: How do you make a blonde's eyes light up?
A: Shine a flashlight in her ear.
Ok I tried, but not very hard, to resist ... :-)
How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
A Peroxide Moment
No one likes to be ridiculed. I'm hoping to encourage a sincere, meaningful dialogue by frankly and openly presenting just a few of the stereotypes used to portray one group of misunderstood, widely criticized, hard-working, patriotic, intelligent members of our society.
Right ... whatever.
A: The grocery cart has a mind of its own.
Ok I tried, but not very hard, to resist ... :-)
Right ... whatever.
A: The grocery cart has a mind of its own.
Ok I tried, but not very hard, to resist ... :-)
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