Haha I loved your post. Here’s an idea for you to keep your scintillating conversations alive I learned it from Dr.Phil...when one of his show guests says I dunno to one of his questions he says this...but if you did know, what would the answer be? And blow me down they come up with an answer. Maybe this will work for you too :)
That's neat! Should I ever have a future conversation with the rusty lawn tool I'm for sure going to use that conversation trick. Thanks for reading JJ!
I can't wait for Jesus' asteroid. Somebody has to be alive when He comes back, why not us? I found a new quote I like the other day which sums up the zombie society we live in:
"It is neither God's Law nor Life Eternal that we love, but the illusions of a moment."
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Haha I loved your post. Here’s an idea for you to keep your scintillating conversations alive I learned it from Dr.Phil...when one of his show guests says I dunno to one of his questions he says this...but if you did know, what would the answer be? And blow me down they come up with an answer. Maybe this will work for you too :)
That's neat! Should I ever have a future conversation with the rusty lawn tool I'm for sure going to use that conversation trick. Thanks for reading JJ!
What a great video!! Perfect! As you can tell I loved it! And I do know what I am talking about!
LOL! But are you sure.... I dunno..........
"I dunno" must be an east coast thing. I don't hear dunno in the midwest. I hear a lot of "that is not the truth".
That video at the end is EXACTLY what’s coming. The Bible validated constantly. Good work!
I can't wait for Jesus' asteroid. Somebody has to be alive when He comes back, why not us? I found a new quote I like the other day which sums up the zombie society we live in:
"It is neither God's Law nor Life Eternal that we love, but the illusions of a moment."
Enjoy the show. Shakespeare said it well:
All The World's A Stage by William Shakespeare
From: As you Like It Act II Scene VII
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.