there is quite a bit of shit in both of them.
So I figured that it might be time for a third testament called
THE THIRD TESTAMENT.
In the past I've got locals to write Gospels and I've decided to stick with this format.
Some of the people I've had most contact with this time around are bloggers so I'm sending out an invitation to people like Robert, The Curmudgeon, Phillip Nis, Bin Hire, Richard (of RBB) and The Wine Guy to bang out a Gospel. Then I'll stick the best ones together in a book - THE THIRD TESTAMENT.
Get writing fellas, I haven't got all day.
Well, you can have longer than a day - say a week or two. We don't want them written 200 years from now. I get too many sceptics on my back when that happens.
I thought about it but no. Do your own work you shiftless bastard.
ReplyDeleteI'm not in also, though I like that idea of Robert's about a letter to Wainuiomatians.
ReplyDeleteI hope you like warm weather The Curmudgeon, and I mean VERY, VERY warm!
ReplyDeleteDiddly diddly dee - potato.
ReplyDelete"The Lord is not interested in your intonation. He has already created angels untold that sing perfectly in tune. They were a disappointment so He created us." Have you heard these angels sing? They suck.
ReplyDeleteYeah, okay, I'm sorry about those angels. Not having any male genitals available made them all sing too high - no low root note. Sorry again. Don't forget that the whole male, female thing has been a learning curb for us. I mean, we have always been. Dad had no need for a cock. Okay - he never had a need to piss or procreate. We call Mum 'Mum' but the three of us have been here eternally. No original shagging required. I'll talk to the angels - I do have my angles. Ha ha, little pun there! See how clever I am!
ReplyDelete"Whoa I am just a vagabond, a drifter on the run
ReplyDeletethe eloquent profanity, it rolls right off my tongue
And I have dined in palaces, drunk wine with kings and queens
But darlin', oh darlin', you're the best thing I ever seen
Won't you roll me easy, oh slow and easy
Take my independence, with no apprehension, no tension
You're a walkin', talkin' paradise, sweet paradise
I've been across this country, from Denver to the ocean
And I never met girls that could sing so sweet like the angels that live in Houston
Singing roll me easy, so slow and easy
Play that concertina be a temptress
And baby I'm defenseless
Singing harmony, in unison, sweet harmony
Gotta hoist the flag and I'll beat your drum"
- Lowell George wasn't disappointed in the angels.
"God of Nations at Thy feet,
ReplyDeleteIn the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand."
And this proves equally that God is a nice guy who has a special place in His heart for New Zealand.
Tantrum ergo
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Etc.