This morning I was praying for the Lord to show me which cult we should keep an eye on, and my husband, Mr. Whitford, came into the kitchen and asked me what's for breakfast. I offered him some oatmeal, at which point he slapped me and told me to make him a manly breakfast of steak and eggs. That was the sign I was asking God to send!
Quakers. Yes, they call themselves "friends" and like to talk about peace, but come on. We all know that so-called "pacifists" do nothing more than provide aid and comfort to our enemies, which makes them as bad as our enemies.
I could probably do some more research on this, but where does that get anyone? Besides, Mr. Whitford is calling for a beer before he goes to bed.
Quakers. Yes, they call themselves "friends" and like to talk about peace, but come on. We all know that so-called "pacifists" do nothing more than provide aid and comfort to our enemies, which makes them as bad as our enemies.
I could probably do some more research on this, but where does that get anyone? Besides, Mr. Whitford is calling for a beer before he goes to bed.



as it's spokesMan, I just can't seem to cure my little oatmeal addiction.
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