A friend set me up on a date the other day. It didn't work out because we were looking for different things. She was looking for a better looking guy and I was looking for a girl with really low standards.
My area doesn't have a neighborhood watch program. So I decided to get a good buzz going. I would leave notes on random peoples windows that says 'I'm Watching you!' It worked great I even got the police involved in patrolling our street, and knocking on doors, and arresting old Mr. Johnson. Hmm.... Maybe I shouldn't have used his stationary.
I think that if God was an abusive drunken hillbilly you would be his finest achievement and he would be so proud of you. But He's not so.... ya.
Ever wonder if numbers have feelings and hopes and dreams and when they get multiplied it's kind of like them getting married and having children? And when they get divided it's like numbers going to war and getting horribly wounded and having to have a leg amputated then come home to an unforgiving family that never looks at him the same way again? Ya I don't think about that stuff either.