As a child, we built ramps to jump off of with our stingray bikes.
My buddy would always say he was Evel Knevel.
They called me Awful Knawful...
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no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing... the truth of God will go forth till it has penetrated every website, sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the great Jehovah shall say the work is done
That fact basically gives me leave to disregard every single bit of driving advice my father ever gave me. (Although I'll probably keep some of it around for old times sake.)
LM
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And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, seven hours every day. That would be the sweetest thing of all.