Here we see a poor mite in peril.
Oh! woe. Can nothing be done?
Thursday, 22 June 2006
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5 comments:
This infant would not be imperilled had she not absconded from Pang Hill Orphanage, where she would be safely confined to a dank cellar, sewing potato sacks in the darkness.
Observe that she seems to be in prayer to whichever heathen Gods compelled her to spurn the sanctury of Old Ma Scrimjaw the miserly orphanage proprietor. Only hours earlier she frolicked with wretched impiety; see how quickly the imprrilled find God!
She has become prey to the plague of basilisks that roam and scourge the hinterlands of Pang Hill. This is the penalty for ingratitude, the defining sin of today's youth.
Woe unto her.
Such poor, hapless dinosaurs to find themselves menaced by a giant praying baby!
Perspective Pansy, perspective.
I don't understand what youth has to do with anything really. can you post again and let me know what you mean
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