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2 comments:
well...you could always just smash the bottle open over a table or something...I suppose that is what I would do...
So, I embarrassed myself today. My family and I went on a cultural excursion to the Cloisters. Have you ever been? It's like a big old castle thing in NYC. We went mostly for Hiemlechs (my bro's) enjoyment. Anyway, so we walk into this large atrium room and all the walls were covered in tapestries n' stuff. Then my dad goes "hey Emily, look!." Above my head, hanging from the ceiling, is a huge 12 foot Jesus. I couldn't contain myself and I burst out laughing at this Jesus hanging from the ceiling! It was just so surprising! Then my dad, let's call him "Finklestein" couldn't control himself either and he started chuckling. Everyone was staring at me so I tried to turn it into coughing and I ran out of there. We did not stay at the Cloisters much longer. I hope God will not smite me...
oh dear! If you get smited, though, I'm pretty sure I'm doomed too. One time, my (very non-christian) church group went on a trip, and we stayed overnight at this convent sort of place, and there were Jesuses EVERYWHERE! It freaked me out so much I had to take the ones on the walls off so that I could sleep. For some reason, the thought of a bloody, dying guy doesn't make me feel more religious.
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