Mom, would you be really upset if my sisters were scientific geniuses and did genetic testing on me ....maybe they'd get rid of my B.O. and my armpits would smell like cherries.
I can't imagine living forever. I guess our minds are like peas and God's mind is like a really big watermelon.
I just don't get cars. They'll need boosters if they're ever going to fly. And if they hover, don't you think they'd use magnetic fields to do that?
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