Wednesday, 23 August 2017

GIZ A JOB



Job 6:15-18
"My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi, Like the torrents of wadis which vanish, Which are turbid because of ice And into which the snow melts. "When they become waterless, they are silent, When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
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Robert has disappeared again.
Not the entire blog just all the posts.


7 comments:

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Oops. Spoke too soon. He's back but seemingly a bit confused.

Richard (of RBB) said...

That's not the Rolling Stones. He's using trickery.

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Trickery?
I'd put my money on beer and cheap wine.

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Yep, it was beer and cheap wine.

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Lots of it by the sound of it.

Richard (of RBB) said...

A weaver's shuttle? Some kind of airport bus?

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Yeah, good point but I'm more worried about:

“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt"

WTF?

Don't they have running water and showers in Moera?