Without God: hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
16 June 2011
T., a kindergardener said: I'm 6 and 2 pennies old! as we keep asking him to repeat himself, cause what he said isn't making sense... then L. came in and said: you mean you're 6 and 2 quaters T.! ( he got his money mixed up :) )
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