I had Thanksgiving dinner with friends, rather than family, as I like to do that every few years. Hours after we’d eaten, and had decided it was time to start toasting, one of our hosts offered up a retroactive prayer: “Dear God, we made this food ourselves, with no help from you. Go to hell and die.”
I had Thanksgiving dinner with friends, rather than family, as I like to do that every few years. Hours after we’d eaten, and had decided it was time to start toasting, one of our hosts offered up a retroactive prayer: “Dear God, we made this food ourselves, with no help from you. Go to hell and die.”