I’m happy to help you go to the ball. Just remember that the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight.
If I start crying, will you take me out?
A rose is a rose is a rose is a…
I forgot where I was going with this.
Nothing tastes as good as the sacrament on Fast Sunday.
Watch out for the radishes. They bite.
So the choices are sin, captivity, and death or righteousness, liberty, and eternal life? That sounds like an easy choice.
You’d be surprised.