The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, He makes me down to lie, Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by, With bright knives he releaseth my soul, He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places, He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, he hath great power and great hunger, When cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection and great dedication, Master the art of karate.
Post by TheVelvetBride on May 24, 2017 18:31:22 GMT
^ . Come on we all have those days! It takes a lot of work to wash long hair.
Crikey!
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, He makes me down to lie, Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by, With bright knives he releaseth my soul, He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places, He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, he hath great power and great hunger, When cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection and great dedication, Master the art of karate.
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