Saturday, December 25, 2004

A man gets up, walks to the front of the church. He sits down and says, "I've got a story for you about fireworks ... well, not so much about fireworks as about Napoleon ... well, not so much about Napoleon as about Jesus." Hehehe, somehow he managed to make it about all three though not a very coherent one. That may be because I wasn't really paying attention. Merry Christmas everyone, except Ilana and her mom. Happy Brumalia to them.

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