Flavor Aid isn't generic. Just less well marketed.
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A church in my hometown had a pastor named Jimmy Jones, born well before the name became notorious. I think they got a little tired of Kool-Aid jokes at Fourmile Baptist.
Jessica has a fetching tin foil chapeau.
No pudding for you either! AND you're off the crazy-cult Winter Holiday Card mailing list!
You take that Shiny Tree YAY! card and run it through the shredder, missy....
Flavor Aid isn't generic. Just less well marketed.
How could you market it? "Flavor-Aid: Tastes So Good You'll Think You've Died and Gone to Heaven!"
"Flavor-Aid: Tastes So Good You'll Think You've Died and Gone to Heaven!"
Also? You owe me a new keyboard.
How could you market it? "Flavor-Aid: Tastes So Good You'll Think You've Died and Gone to Heaven!"
Except most everyone still thinks Jim Jones used Kool-Aid.
"Flavor-Aid: We're not even going to mention that... unpleasantness!"
Not unless aliens and/or Jesus shows up and says, "Stop sucking! Stop fucking things up!"
I suspect that all that would happen is that Bush would say, "God told me you're not really Jesus." His capacity for denial is very large.
AND you're off the crazy-cult Winter Holiday Card mailing list!
Aw, now Steph isn't going to get the annual holiday form letter from the Manson family, is she?
I suspect that all that would happen is that Bush would say, "God told me you're not really Jesus." His capacity for denial is very large.
This does bring to mind hopeful proof scenarios involving demonically posssed livestock and the new host running off a cliff.
Cindy, I finally got an e-mail from you.
Deena, I did get an e-mail from you earlier today. Was it the response from my e-mail, or was it something else?
I just had a most uncomfortable experience. I had lunch with Ellen (not the uncomfortable part). Afterwards I decided to drop off my COBRA at my former company, since it's just around the corner, and since it was already late (it's due on the 1st). Usually I can sneak in and out of there without really seeing anyone. That didn't happen today. I ran into my old boss on my way in (he was running out to get lunch), and he returned while I was still there. He was all chatty, wanting to know what was going on in my life, etc. Grrr... Oh well. I think I faked it pretty well.