I tried getting them to come tomorrow but, we booked, was their reply.
But I’m worried about my things, I texted, because I am. It’s biblical out there.
Se-nod-a, we have plestic and blonkets, dun’t waddy.
Yeah, as my chair turns into a trampoline.
I got so desperate I prayed…God, please, could you maybe stop the rain between 9 and 10? Is that too much to ask?
What did he say?
I seem to have gotten a busy signal.
That God, he needs a bigger staff.