Dear congregation, it's a special day!
Yes, it is me, your favourite preacher, Obybaby! There are things which a man cannot well utter before a crowd. And yet, today it must be said: I am here to fill your unworthy ears with good news. It is a special day today that started apocalyptically - with a storm. All good things start that way. The storm chased the darkish clouds away, so that the sun can shine on your sinful faces now and you may even join the heavenly choir to sing meretricious melodies.
The sunshine after the rain is a message to all of us to rejoice in the one great fiest we have been waiting for all this year. It is
ispellit 's birthday!!!! Yes, people, yes! Let us walk the sweet path to her birthday cake hand in hand and fill our ever growing stomachs with sweets in her honour. Lent is over for just this one day. Hurray! (But do not forget the poor today - send me all your money still!)
Ispellit, may I humbly congratulate you on your birthday and may your year be filled with joy. May you stop falling against doors out of sheer exhaustion and may instead you find strength in my pretty face and all those people that love you and want to be your friends. May your time be filled with good food, good meretricious Cohen and again: lots of love. You deserve it. You even fill my holy life with laughter and joy and I cannot thank you enough for that. Please don't slap me in the face (for I easily fall) when I say this: You are loved.
Have a good day and I hope some kind of party. Judging from your latest strain of luck, it will probably be somewhat like this:
Enjoy it! Ah, and there is cold chicken and champagne in the ten...T for everyone (at least the rich females)! Happy birthday ispellit!
The sunshine after the rain is a message to all of us to rejoice in the one great fiest we have been waiting for all this year. It is
ispellit 's birthday!!!! Yes, people, yes! Let us walk the sweet path to her birthday cake hand in hand and fill our ever growing stomachs with sweets in her honour. Lent is over for just this one day. Hurray! (But do not forget the poor today - send me all your money still!)
Ispellit, may I humbly congratulate you on your birthday and may your year be filled with joy. May you stop falling against doors out of sheer exhaustion and may instead you find strength in my pretty face and all those people that love you and want to be your friends. May your time be filled with good food, good meretricious Cohen and again: lots of love. You deserve it. You even fill my holy life with laughter and joy and I cannot thank you enough for that. Please don't slap me in the face (for I easily fall) when I say this: You are loved.
Have a good day and I hope some kind of party. Judging from your latest strain of luck, it will probably be somewhat like this:
Click to viewEnjoy it! Ah, and there is cold chicken and champagne in the ten...T for everyone (at least the rich females)! Happy birthday ispellit!