And shepherds we shall be.

For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.

That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.

So we shall flow a river forth to Thee.

And teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In Nomine Patris, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti."

I beg to differ

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qSjhjaN5zKI

His ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy

Reminds me of this

Is it Big Block of Cheese Day?

Just the Tiparillo…

I must not get diabeetus.

Diabeetus is the mind-killer.

Diabeetus is the little death that brings foot amputations.

I will face my insulin injection.

I will let it pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past, I will turn the test strip to see my blood-sugar.

Where the diabeetus has gone there will be nothing.

Only Wilford Brimley will remain.