Excuse me. I was quoting you.
I would’ve made myself Saint of Obscure Weeds and of Peach-Flavored Soft Drinks, or some such.
But then, I’m boring.
Foolsguinea, Formerly Swaint of Chee-tos, now damned to the FIRES OF HELL!! Ouch!
I apologize profusely for kicking this thread in the ass when it was happily dead, but I desparately want a sainthood! And I want to learn to spell, but that is an outside issue.
Can the Patron Saints of Sainthoods please bless me with a designation?
Peace be with you.
Oooh! Me next! Do one for me!