Originally posted by Grampy Bobby...and retreats back into his delusional world.
P.S. If or whenever gb gets back, he'll give the benefit of doubt, make amends for your indisgressions, play chess and make friends with him.
you're not the one in a million, bobby. sorry. i do hope you will seek help as i would say there is a good chance your state of mind will otherwise deteriorate further over time. i know those words will fall on deaf ears, but i had to say it.
i'm not sure what you meant by 'convey between the lines'. i thought i had been fairly explicit. just to remove doubt though, here's the take home message, expressed as plainly as i can think to put it:
YOU'RE A NUT! SEEK HELP!
there you go. Churchill or Orwell would have been proud.
ps: did you mean 'indiscretions'?
Yes. Thank you, Blackamp.
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Edit: By the way, Dr. B, just in case you've never been told there's a definite and orderly distribution of resposibilites and delegation of duties.
Big Guy occupies the throne, smiling as He taps His foot. Michael takes and gives orders. I run errands to 8th Street and take out gb's trash.
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'Upstairs Factoid' for Dr. B. and Other 8th Street Spectators From Clarence
I inadvertently omitted mentioning Lucifer's typical day. Ever since the 'I shall be like the most high' conflict and big revolt upstairs, involving luc and one
third of all angelic creation in eternity past, he's been fixated on recruiting humanoids to Prehistoric Fallen Creatures and bad mouthing those who refuse.
C~