There's a Smell, and It's Not That Skunk

Oh, ugh. Had a moment there where I thought hatchets had been buried, only to see the wounding continues.

There's a smell, and it's not that skunk. So, I'll just find some pithy closer and head off to bed. Pithy, I said, and without a lithp.

Good night, Grathies.


Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.