Jeremiah 20:14-18
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me not be blessed! Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who made him very glad, saying, “A child is born to you—a son!” May that man be like the towns the LORD overthrew without pity. May he hear wailing in the morning, a battle cry at noon. For he did not kill me in the womb, with my mother as my grave, her womb enlarged forever. Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
Happy Mother’s Day! Discuss.
What gibberish. Is the bible suggesting abortion?
Jeremiah was hung over from going out with all his other priest buddies the night before and then he didn’t any when he got home. All he wanted was a little nomming on his nubbin and and he couldn’t even get that.
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Man, Goldy, dude.
We really need those HTML buttons.
@4 You mean those quicktag buttons for adding style to the html? Not sure what happened to those. They were working in the beta but I can’t seem to get them to show up now. I’ll get those fixed.
The guy must have been really having a crappy day.
Typical teenager.
Guess Jerry isn’t into celebrating Mother’s Day…..
Fortunately the pharmaceutical industry has given us Xanax for such bouts of anxiety.
Xanax! the children’s little helper.
Don’t drive your Mother to valium.