The Worthless Thread for Specifically Increasing Post Numbers

[16KJV11]

Our Friend Twisted in another thread has asked if Revivals really help churches.
He might find out if he actually could attend one once in a  while instead of being stuck in a psycho ward 24-7.

 

[Twisted]

Our Friend Twisted in another thread has asked if Revivals really help churches.
He might find out if he actually could attend one once in a  while instead of being stuck in a psycho ward 24-7.

We have our own "revivals".  Like the time they used actual strawberries for strawberry shortcake.

 

[Twisted]

I'm proud to be a ward of the State.

 

[16KJV11]

I'm proud to be a ward of the State.

Which one?

 

[16KJV11]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

 

[Twisted]

I'm proud to be a ward of the State.

Which one?

Next you'll be asking "which one" when I say "THE Greek text".

 

[16KJV11]

I'm proud to be a ward of the State.

Which one?

Next you'll be asking "which one" when I say "THE Greek text".

Is that something that goes on a salad?

 

[Twisted]

I'm proud to be a ward of the State.

Which one?

Next you'll be asking "which one" when I say "THE Greek text".

Is that something that goes on a salad?

No, no, no.... 

BACON goes on a salad.

 

[Baptist City Holdout]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

 

[Baptist City Holdout]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

 

[Baptist City Holdout]

I love Thanksgiving when we pray,

And July 4th and Labor Day

With picnics, ants, and hungry flies,

And barbecue and hot french fries,

With Cokes and chips and apple pies

Beneath some hazy, lazy skies.

I love Miami's royal palm

That oozes forth a healing balm.

Beside the oceans quiet calm.

And Betsy Ross, and Orville Wright

And dear Ben Franklin's flying kite;

And Thomas Jefferson's mightly quill,

And Alamo, and Bunker Hill

And Paul Revere's midnight ride,

And Wilbur Wright's successful glide.

I love United's friendly skies

And baseball when the umpire cries

?Play ball!? as thousands quietly rise

To turn their moistened sober eyes

Toward waving flag that proudly flies.

And Casey Stengal's Stengaleze

And Dairy Queen and Tastee Freeze

And cotton candy at the zoo

And corny dogs and Big Macs too

And Burger Kings and Shopping Malls

And hockey pucks and basket balls

And Mississippi's cotton fields

And Holland, Michigan?s spinning wheels;    (Was this before Holland, Michigan's most notorious son entered the fray?)

Monotonous midwestern plains,

Florida?s sun, Seattle?s rams.

Atlanta's lovely, dogwood trails

And Santa Fe's long clicking rails

I love the Rocky Mountain peaks

Beneath a sky which mutely speaks;

And Disney World, and Disney Land,

And Georgia's fertile blood-red sand:

The Mississippi, and Rio Grande;

Wisconsin's cheese and dairy land.

I love McDonald's chocolate shakes,      AMEN, GLORY TO GOD, HALLELUJAH

And Minnesota's thousand lakes;

The Royal Gorge's mighty yawn

A sleepy Alabama dawn

The harvest moon that shineth on.

I love to gaze at Yellowstone

While licking on an ice cream cone.

And Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge;

And Ford, and Chevrolet, and Dodge.

I love the stately Empire State,

And San Francisco?s Golden Gate.

 

[Twisted]

I'm thinking of switching from Sunbeam to Bomber Bread.

 

[16KJV11]

I'm thinking of switching from Sunbeam to Bomber Bread.

B17G model.

 

[Twisted]

I'm thinking of switching from Sunbeam to Bomber Bread.

B17G model.

Did you fly one in WWII?

 

[Twisted]

Fake chocolate eggs in the ward today.

 

[Twisted]

You know that fake green "grass" in Easter baskets?

Yup.  Served for salad.

 

[16KJV11]

You know that fake green "grass" in Easter baskets?

Yup.  Served for salad.

Did you put some of that Greek text with Feta cheese on it?

 

[Twisted]

You know that fake green "grass" in Easter baskets?

Yup.  Served for salad.

Did you put some of that Greek text with Feta fake cheese on it?

Fixed your spelling.

 

[Twisted]

Red Dawn is playing basketball.

 

[Twisted]

http://youtu.be/REKLC3s30Mw