We were driving through the mountains yesterday and I snapped this picture of a bus sitting right outside a church. Isn't this the BIGGEST oxymoron ever? lol I couldn't help it but I burst out laughing as soon as I saw it.
We were driving through the mountains yesterday and I snapped this picture of a bus sitting right outside a church. Isn't this the BIGGEST oxymoron ever? lol I couldn't help it but I burst out laughing as soon as I saw it.
"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering."
*Chuckling*
Hmmm...contradiction of terms? LOL
One kiss, and each spot of soreness - each little tender contusion - was transformed. Instead of pain, each bruise was filled with pleasure. It was as if . . . as if a clitoris sprang up in the place of every bruise, and when he kissed me I climaxed, again and again." -- The Door to December by Dean Koontz
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