Faggot: Cigarette (thought you had me on that one, didn't ya?)
Fritter: Noun (fri' tur) one who frits. (I have no idea, uh, something akin to an English scone, cross between a biscuit and a chocolate chip cookie)
hi dad (Greetings, father of my physical body)
how
are things going back in the promised
land (Ether 2:7)? to answer your question yes (affirmative) I have met
some Posh (heh, rich kid) people who smash (squash, mush or otherwise
attempt to adhere via pressure, friction, surface tension and a physical
change) the food on the back of their forks (I shall call it a pitch)
but the rest of us normal (Illinois) blokes (home boys) we
use our forks the way God intended (Thou Shalt...). I found out a couple
days ago that I
am Twelve stone (12st = 168lb 0.0000oz).
I also learned that my cardigans (what you ride down the hill in the
snow, wait that's a tobogan. Uh sweater) shed (small building) like
dogs (all men are: ) thank
goodness for those rolly tape things that get stuff off your clothes (a
lint duck). I
also found out that my regular trousers (pants, DON'T say it Elder!!!)
must have shrunk in the wash
because we did a bit of service (Jacob 2:18) two days ago and I put them
on and they
were really snug (as a bug in a..) and I have (NOT) gained enough weight
to justify (willful rebellion) them being
that snug. elder Orr and I had to take the M5 (I didn't look it up, its
either a specific train OR Motorway #5, (that's my vote)) to Birmingham
on Friday (gotta get down on..)
for follow up trainers (underwear you use when you can almost
consistently potty in the toilet) meeting. tomorrow (the sun'll come
out) we will need to go down to
Rubina (wales) for ZC (Zone Conf, as opposed to Gen Conf) well I need to
pop off (dash, be off like a dirty shirt) now (ahora) you now how it is
Emails to
write people to bring to eternal life and that sort of thing.
Probably can't post that one on the blog,
ur pa
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