…but not the routemaster *sniff*
Was actually going to save this for tomorrow, but can't be bothered to sit on it 'til Friday. Besides, who knows what I'd catch? At last, a possible solution for those times when a gaping dateless maw looms large in my social life.* Celibacy has never looked so good.
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Jesus = six pack abs and 19th century sensibilities ("Irish need not apply"). Who knew?
And living in Virginia - who knew it was so close to heaven?
I'm still trying to find a biblical precedent for showering/bathing with Jesus. Foot-washing, yes. Hot tubs? So far, no joy.
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