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Please, switch seats...
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Gladly.
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That's how I got in the last accident, though the cops said I was just drunk and sleeping.
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Good idea, but I tend to be a back seat driver!
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Please, switch seats... Why don't we just let God run our bodies for us. Then we'd have no need to exist at all. Our spirits could just be deleted and God can run all the souless bodies. That way no one will be responsible for anything and God can make all the bodies do precisely as he wants them to do. Oh lookie! Are those Butt Prints in the sand? ~ Butt Prints in the Sand ~ One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?" Those prints are large and round and neat, "but Lord, they are too big for feet!" "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you along. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait. You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, ...or leave their butt prints in the sand". |
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free will???? what a concept
Please, switch seats... Why don't we just let God run our bodies for us. Then we'd have no need to exist at all. Our spirits could just be deleted and God can run all the souless bodies. That way no one will be responsible for anything and God can make all the bodies do precisely as he wants them to do. Oh lookie! Are those Butt Prints in the sand? ~ Butt Prints in the Sand ~ One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?" Those prints are large and round and neat, "but Lord, they are too big for feet!" "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you along. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait. You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, ...or leave their butt prints in the sand". |
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Please, switch seats... Why don't we just let God run our bodies for us. Then we'd have no need to exist at all. Our spirits could just be deleted and God can run all the souless bodies. That way no one will be responsible for anything and God can make all the bodies do precisely as he wants them to do. Oh lookie! Are those Butt Prints in the sand? ~ Butt Prints in the Sand ~ One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?" Those prints are large and round and neat, "but Lord, they are too big for feet!" "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you along. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait. You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. "Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, ...or leave their butt prints in the sand".  Good one abra |
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Edited by
Dragoness
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Wed 08/20/08 12:45 PM
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Please, switch seats... No kidding. I have found him to be bad under pressure and definitely a procrastinator...lol Oopsie, I misunderstood. I prefer to keep myself in the pilots position for reasons stated above lol |
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Please, switch seats... Okay, but it's gonna look PRETTY strange having my doG at the helm...  Funny... ....my dog's name is Buddha. 
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Why don't we just let God run our bodies for us. Then we'd have no need to exist at all. Our spirits could just be deleted and God can run all the souless bodies. Hummmmmm.... maybe that is what he is doing anyway. Ever think of that? God likes to have fun too ya know.  |
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If God's my co-pilot, how come he never chips in on gas?
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Good idea, but I tend to be a back seat driver! |
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If God's my co-pilot, how come he never chips in on gas? |
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Jesus built my hotrod....
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