Dear Lord,
I know I have used you to indicate total flabergastedness before but I have decided to tell you how much I appreciate your existence as more than a tool to such an end but more as a companion waltzing through life with me. It seems that our Messiah is trying his best to make a fool out of himself, cursing up a storm, and generally reverting to the type of sixth grade humor only seventh graders get. I must thus apologize for my recent calling of your name seven or eight times in the process of watching a 'voice-over' butchery of a scene which needs no sound. It was almost as if Cathy from the comics page acquired a male voice and begin to bitch as she is prone to do. Yet, through it all you were there for me Dear Lord, and I thank you for that.
Yours,
Bruce
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