Well. I was just outside having a smoke, and a lady sat down next to me and handed me a pamphlet titled, " So Who Is This Jesus, Anyway?"
When I politely indicated my disinterest and said that I was just trying to escape the stress of my office for a few minutes, she asked if I wanted to pray with her.
I think I prefer getting harangued by Jehovah.
Allyson, kill a man to watch him die. It won't do much for your cold but it feels great!
shrift, I think bon's advice to Allyson will work for you too.
" So Who Is This Jesus, Anyway?"
Isn't there a book (part of a trilogy) in HHGttG-verse entitled "Who is this God Person, Anyway?" or something very similar? (It's been ages since I last read HHG, I need to rectify that soon). If I was making up a pro-religious pamphlet, I'd try to avoid any titles that echoed those of made-up books in a comedy.
shrift, "do you want to pray with me" is jackhole code for "please punch me in the face or burn me with your cig." Next time you'll know.
Lead me not unto temptation, ita!
I think I'm getting better at telling when to take back a delegated task, instead of continuing to explain the person who was supposed to do it exactly how to get the right answer. In this case, the "when" is after you give them formulae, and they still come back with nonsense numbers.
Well. I was just outside having a smoke, and a lady sat down next to me and handed me a pamphlet titled, " So Who Is This Jesus, Anyway?"
Have you checked to see if there's a sign taped to your back? This happens far too often to you.
But, as in most infectious disorders, genetic variation determines how susceptible you are to infection. TB ran right through some families and left others untouched.
Plus, TB's communicable, and the family members were right there, communicating, as it were. The poorer you were, the more likely you were to share a bed with the sick person, too.