If God is all powerful, and Jesus is the son of God, why did He make His birthday fall on Christmas?
The best part of living in constant terror is you always have a place to live.
Cotton candy. Like eating a cloud of diabetes.
I want to leave the world as I entered it: naked and crying in a room full of strangers.
Christ was born in a manger, laying down amongst donkeys ang goats. He was given gifts of incense and perfume. No kidding.
If I'm alone in the car and I fart, I still laugh at it. It's the little things that keep us civilised.