The saint had reached the end of his tether. What was he supposed to do? - just stand there while birds continually crapped on his head? He prayed and prayed, summoned all his power, raised his cross, closed his eyes and POOF - just a puff of smoke. Perhaps he should have worked for the opposition....
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
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