Roe be INCIPIENT fish, not actual fish! Sheesh - everyone knows that.
Be like calling an egg a chicken, or an eagle. Don't make no sense...
Ahh a disciple! The wisdom of the lord over the wisdom of men!
< psst, sofia, in Song of Solomon the roe quote is describing breasts. It started odd. >
Bunnies don't WEAR undergarments!
Some kind of omniscient you are!
The bunny will be afflicted with warts and her navel shall become a habitat for mildew.
Nah - I got me some cream for that...
Call it what you will, but I'm getting in on the ground floor on this one.
Does it not say in the BOOK OF RACHMANICOV that the hare may never enter the glorious themepark and franchised outlets* that is the Abode of the Holiest One!?!
*Plenty of opportunities left, contact
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I desire that we be better strangers.
But I think it says something about naught but clear, fresh, flowing water shall be allowed in the presence of the most holy....
I thought it was fish eggs, but couldn't imagine a butt of fish eggs--so I did my search--and it had fish.
I will suffice with the behind of a deer.
I think dlowen is trying to edge you out of the omniscience business.
You know, I wonder if the disciples fought and stuff like that?
Jesus! Simon known as Peter's LOOKING at me!
Jesus! - James spat in my wine!
Jesus! Judas won't give me a turn on the tiller!
These fish be herrings and they be used to cut down the tallest tree in the forest!
Mr Stillwater will sit with me in paradise.
I have declared the hare unclean and fit only for consumption.
Ain't hard to edge him out of the omniscience business - he be befuddled, methinks.
There's a hare in my soup? I don't THINK so!
While under delusions of mortality i used to wonder about the saltshaker.
James can you ask Peter to ask Bartholomeu to....
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath? Her sin is not accidental, but a trade. I now know she is an irksome brawling scold.
I don't want you to think that I am questioning your deity-ness, but your demand for vegetation has me a little confused. Are you planning a major re-landscaping project in Eden, or a virtual incineration of some poor innocent plant to prove your presence?
Or is the shrubbery for the roes and rabbits to munch on while venerating your magnificence?
Oh goddess, where is me little book!
Thou takest thy leave of me?
Thou coulds't not take from me aught with which I would more willingly part, withal!
(Can't find me book!)
