Book on Mary turns runaway youngster immersed in drugs and crime into a priest

Visions of Jesus ^ | February 2004

[OpusatFR]

“Lemurs are really cute when they’re *outside*.”

They are, aren’t they? I only had three lemurs. Never had a decent yard, but we had lemurs.

[Mrs. Don-o]

Must remove gothic chasuble. Overheated with giggles.

[Tax-chick]

OH, we have those, too. In a cage, fortunately. Also a snake. Oh, here’s the kitten; bowl must be empty.

[Tax-chick]

You lived in the tropical rain forest too, huh? The lemurs sleep in the canopy, the iguanas lurk in the understory, and there are ants everywhere ...

[OpusatFR]

I’m still on the snake. We had one in a jar next to the kitchen sink.

Eight guinea pigs, two dogs, eleven cats and the pig.

Oh... and the fleas!

[Mrs. Don-o]

War: you should always keep it civil.

Security: you should always keep it social.

[Tax-chick]

Oy, that’s got me beat. Our snake has an aquarium, with several large Church History books on top to keep her from escaping. (Learning experiences ... nothing like getting up in the morning and finding an empty snake cage ...)

Gerbils, catz, fish, hermit crabs. It’s still too cold for the Indoor Swamp to come back.

[Tax-chick]

Politician.

[Mrs. Don-o]

Iotas. Tittles too.

[OpusatFR]

Hermit crab.

What do they eat? I think we starved ours to death.

[Tax-chick]

Iotas. Tittles too.

You can't talk about tittles in the Religion Forum! Pissant and perdogg might turn up with pictures!

[Judith Anne]

And the jots? What about the jots?

[Judith Anne]

Hermit crab food. Seriesly.

[Tax-chick]

Anoreth’s eat Hermit Crab Chow from the PetsMart. It smells really bad, but they must be eating it, because they haven’t died.

Her catfish is eating the other fish in her aquarium, though. She may have to put it in the stream before it grabs the kitten!

[Mrs. Don-o]

(Ghost)
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away.

-Hamlet

[Mrs. Don-o]

How durst thou!?

[ArrogantBustard]

G: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

H: Murder!

G: Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

[Mrs. Don-o]

I’m so fond of tittles.

My son called them nibbles. If I remember aright.

[Tax-chick]

Pretty well, all things considered, but my catz are eyeing me hungrily. Time to flee!

[Mrs. Don-o]

"And the jots? What about the jots?"

We've got to find them. They must in no wise pass away, till all be fulfilled.