My co-workers were going out for lunch, so I asked them to bring me back some wings, celery and ranch. One of them suggested I get the wings plain, and the sauce on the side so they don't get soggy.
When they got here, my wings were here. My celery was here. My ranch was here.
There was no wing sauce in a separate container. Nothing.
Plain wings. No sauce.
Siiiigh.
Jesus is boldfaced. Period. End of story.
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Aww, no love for Jesus these days? He was the guy who turned water into funk you know.
if you'd have bolded our Lord's name, you'd have had more chicken than you could eat and enough sauce left over to douse all the wings at every hooters in the world on super bowl sunday. seriously. i think i saw that in the bible somewhere.
I know! I just totally felt like that was a vengeful God's way of getting me back!
wouldn't that be great? a god that exacts revenge through poultry? sometimes i wish i believed, just so i could believe that.
I'm telling you ... when you have 12 chicken wings in front of you plain with nothing to dip them in, you'll see that God takes his revenge in strange ways.
Woman, you are so damn funny. I'm in stitches. It's not pretty. But thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my little boldfaced Jesus heart.
:) I do what I can.
My victimization at the hands of angry Jesus brings joy to the masses!
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