Can't be as bad as the Whitestone when they were working on it. I couldn't figure out how a guy could drive a semi on that thing.
The Whitestone?
Where is that?
Can't be as bad as the Whitestone when they were working on it. I couldn't figure out how a guy could drive a semi on that thing.
Yeah but confession is so awkward.
Never heard of Catholic guilt?
QueensThe Whitestone?
Where is that?
NYC. Connects Queens with the BronxThe Whitestone?
Where is that?
The church of hard Knox. lolYou guys have confession.
Us old-school, Scotch-Irish Presbyterians had nothing to look forward to but sulphur and brimstone if we ever screwed up.
Too good to share his wisdom with us dummies.
I would of said a burger.When I went to college I remember my first lent being excited because I FINALLY didn't have to follow it. It was truly the first time I didn't have someone overlooking me for it.
Ate a cheeseburger for lunch. Walking out of the Wendy's my mom texted me "What'd you have for lunch? Don't forget it's Lent." I mean you want to talk about eerie.
a fish sandwich?I would of said a burger.
Yeah but confession is so awkward.
Wut?a fish sandwich?
There aren't many things that scare me. I've lost my electrical system in the airplane before while in busy airspace. Didn't sweat it.I would of said a burger.
I know, but it's like this. You're talking to a guy who took a vow of chastity. And you're like "Well I whacked it last Tuesday." It's just weird.Better than going to Hell for the least transgression.
Jeez, I'd do all kinds of acts of contrition just to avoid that!
Oh mine too but she knows I don't believe.There aren't many things that scare me. I've lost my electrical system in the airplane before while in busy airspace. Didn't sweat it.
But my 5 foot 3 inch mother scares the hell out of me when she's angry. I mean she's terrifying.
There aren't many things that scare me. I've lost my electrical system in the airplane before while in busy airspace. Didn't sweat it.
But my 5 foot 3 inch mother scares the hell out of me when she's angry. I mean she's terrifying.
Like Chuck Norris's fists are legal weapons, so is his jaw!
I still believe. It's still a part of who I am. But I'm not like one of those people who walk around pushing it onto other people. It works for me.Oh mine too but she knows I don't believe.
At least I've told her. I'm not sure how much she believes it.
My mom would just start yelling at me and then transition into German. I mean you want to talk about harsh sounding. She could be telling me how much she loved me, but it sounds like the SS is sending me to the concentration camp.
NYC. Connects Queens with the Bronx