Dear Lord, please forgive me for my repetitive face palming toward my dimwitted NASCAR buddy. When I asked him if we could talk and have open discourse about the safety direction of the track, he replied, “We don’t need to talk about the safety of dis’course? All the cars on dis’course go left. How much safer can ya’ get . . . dumb ass!” One more face palm and Amen.
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Deb, this is very racy language for a prayer! 😉
Yes it is Kathy! Thank you Jesus and all of his Dis’ciples! 😉
Dis’ cusing lark has got to stop Deb or there’ll be hell to pay!
So what I’m hearing Bill Y is you would like me to Dis’continue my Dis’in? 😉
“Dumb ass” sounds like dis’cursing to me.
Yep Bill better than to dis’cursing than to dis this fella’s wife. That would be . . . ready, a dis’Grace. “Rimshot”!