tomtuttle

And Miss Nikah, how right you are. So many sacrificed their own lives, before their prime, before they had lived their dreams, before they ever had their spouse's & children, some still ruddy youths, as the bible would say, so that we today can enjoy the richness of life we have in this country. Words come far too short of what they are worthy of. May God have something special for them at the return ... And for their families, who will until then only be able to remember them, their words, their voices, their ways. May God do what only He can for them, both now and at that day ...

Rockpile, was that which ye spake as you were moved by THE Pneuma, THE Hagion, and which our sister in the vierville laughed HEARTILY at, the melodic tune of neither Solomon nor Simonion, but by THE Boy, THE George, way back in, lessee, the 1983 time period, when he spake of the latter days with lizards and such?? Simon, if your son hungered, would you give him a stone??? Would you???

What is this "seeta" that I hear in mine earballs?? Guess, guess, guess, that's been the curse. Everyone wants to guess. Class, if the bible doesn't tell you, you DO NOT KNOW!!! So QUIT GUESSING!!!!! If any man have lack of anything, let him ask of God, which giveth liberally to all men and upbraideth not. In the words of Rebecca Baldi, Dick DiNenno. Happy 4th to you all!! Oh shanta!!

Yes son, you missed the manifestations. But you got RED DRAPES on the windows ....

Let's wake up, 9th corps!!! Put a black cat or an M80 under your backsides !!!! We have 2 other (allos - of the SAME kind) corps tire treads playing johnny townsend jumpup. If we want to BE 1st, we must ACT 1st ... Just how far do you want to go with God, spiritually???

LEAD: anacronym used by any cult-like gathering referring to their "learn to trust God" daliances; a program by which people are known to exhibit complete disregard to their own common sense. Recounting my 1st LEAD trip (from HQ): Dropped off at I-75 near Sidney at 7am. Got ride with somewhat "normal" guy who dropped us off on I-70 in Indy. Got ride outta Indy west to East St. Louis (home of the nicest people on earth) with an older gentleman with a penchant for child pornography (too bad Simon wasn't there, he could have talked in terms of the other man's interest; very important according to Dale Carnegie). Since my wife wasn't too keen on sharing the man's enthusiam with said topic (if you're gonna BE enthusiastic, you gotta ACT enthusiastic!!), we opted to excersize our believing for God to get us another ride from there, even though, that he was only going to St.Louis, he was willing (and able) to take us MUCH further (whether in the body or out of the body, only God knoweth). So, from there, we got picked up by an older lady, who took us as far as OK city which proved to be fairly uneventful. But God would pull through again, this time from OK city to Amarillo by a drunken Indian Squaw (seeing it was but the third hour of the day) and her tribe of kiddies, in an old pick em' up truck, which we were blessed to ride in the back of. Isn't God wonderful??!!! Well, from there we were picked up by another (heteros - of a different KIND) trucker, who set the world's record of rattlesnakes killed by vehicular tire treading, and promptly unloaded there at a picnic table near the road leading up the mountain to the LEAD house. All with PLENTY of minutes to spare, just enough to catch a cat-nap before Way Transportation picked us up, whisking us off to the learning adventure ahead up the mountainside. The ride back was even more godly, especially with one trucker, who had been drinking Jack Daniels and popping black beauties (not related to VPW's american beauty rose) for 3 days to stay awake. Maybe more later. This workman must needs be worthy of his hire. Steady Wierwille ...

Thanks Simonion, I feel (I like that word) like I can share now also. My name is Tomtittle, and I like small barnyard animals ...

You're right, Sexie. You wonder what you can say to your people after hearing the greatness of the Word from the foul mouth of that g*ddammed soandso Simonsolowtes. Maany are called but few chosen. Called of God Called of God TOUCHED By the master's hand ... I am certain Simon is, and was, TOUCHED. While I was a-sleepin' (or napping, if you're strange) (wayne CLAPP!!!!!) Somebody touched me, I hope it was the hand of the MOG ...

Look very carefully at your pic of bs and notice: 1. It is not in a Way C of E bowl (plain white) 2. The counterfeit bowl is not on a WCofE table 3. Are those 2 yellow thingies apple slices, pieces of bread, or stale potato chips?? 4. Ubiquitously missing is the head-table fork, which had an ensign of a wheat chaff on either side one, and Jesus in the midst. The word "one" here is not in any texts. Iron sharpeneth iron and bone and wood and so on ...

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Right, Simon. And again, be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers, for what communion hath borchit with ice cream bowls? RockyRoad, don't let me be a stumblingblock to your freedom in Christ. Matter of fact, I am sending you a bottle of firewater from Ronnie Wallace's tribal grounds in OK (Oklahoma is OK), and thou mayest partake (koineneo = to share FULLY) until thou hast had thine fill. Meats for the belly and the belly for meats ... Ohhhh, Did you hear that, Tom??? I think Mr. Belerker is calling ...

Look at that napkin. Fire engine RED!!! My spiritual senses are telling me that God's willingness ALWAYS equals God's willingness. But the Word of Will is still the Will of Will. Where's the American Beauty?? And that is the head table. No water glasses for us plebes. God forbid that we should drink even phukin watah with our root-cellar meals. I would gladly give nothing to have one more year back in res. And to think we PAID for it, and some not with just money. Obviously our sponsors were not walking with God. I think I should write them all one last sponsorship letter, rebuking them sharply that they may be sound in the faith ... Dave, the only good thing you missed our last year in res was the graduation party at Gunnisack. The ride out there from Euphoria was spiritually right-on, right Ex???

Didn't you guys learn anything in res?? We were taught that NOTHING profitable happens after midnight. And just look at the time of your posts. Ye are witnesses against yourselves. You don't know how spiritually unnerving it is, for me to have checked in this morning and found more than 1.5 pages had transpired since yesterday afternoon. It's like getting left at the Rock by your WOW family and trying to run down hwy 29 to catch them, without the $200 we were supposed to bring with us, and running smack dab into Mr. Fletcher and Mrs. Jonassis. And Dave, I am certain that 98% of the 9th corps would remember you, even if we never worked together, were in the same twig, etc, etc ... The other 2% will NEVER make it here to the 9th corps party. I wish I had left when you did. Might have kept my marriage had I done that. Simon, you are my hero. Why the coordinators never sent us anywhere together was NOT OF GOD!!!

From whence hath this man all these things, you ask??? Just axe Davis Crom-well and Eevet De Ruinedit. Or maybe the hot-pants honey, Vicki of the del duncan Negro.

Maybe even Mick Herron, David Bayleaves, Davie Thomas... ahhh, the names one could dream of. Ed Hardin, from that country on the west coast. Joe Fair, couldn't get on stage without drinking a gallon of apple wine. Michael Dugan, nominated "Most likely to remain anonymous". Alan McDonald, who is now old ... Snowball Pete Norma Taylor (that's for you, excavater) And Jerry Mathers as the Beaver ...

Looks like our stranger friend is gone "derech benai adam", or "ways of the sons of men" ... Playing golf. So the avid floggers were Michael Donbrunellovan and Kent (Clark) Kipp Hallinger. My money's on Storm Damage!!!!

Jim (our lilly of the valley) Chevally

Lo shanta, malacosita, lo shanta shakes and malacosita malts... Next to whom did you sit on Wed nite in res (Corpussle night) ...????? Speak, in the name of Jesus !!!

We're all gone now... Jerry McFly Mcsherry Ted Patrick Tom 'The Hamhock' Horricks Tom Lawrence Tom Jenkinsome Terry Ayers Theodore 'Ted' Bundy Lilly Watts

Merrily Merrily I say unto thee, comma, TODAY shalt thou be with us on the thread. Let's all welcome strangers unawares, for in so doing we shall reap holes of mire on his bed. Yellowslipper, please stand, for once in your life, for christ's sake, and have a word of prophecy ... Tom Horrocks, please have the blessing ...

What have we here, some kind of counterfeit?? I'm gonna reach up into daddy's cookie lovsteadt jar and receive that which is humanly impossible for me by my five senses to know anything. Hmmm.... Hmmmm.... Who is this Tom the Strangeone, bring him out to us that we may know him !!! Honey!!! Honey !!! I wanna share something!!! Honey !!! Let your women keep SILENCE in the church, the eklesia, the called out to the one body within the family within the 9th corps tread. Simon, you are not in the middle, seeing there are more than two others here on this our own 9th corps tread. You are in the MIDST, for just like Jesus was, so are we on this tread. Sexcath, you are correct. Larry Gatlin. Our fodder in the vierville once got all lathered up over this wonderful little song. And where do we send the minimum required donation for this on line cyber corps program???

Roll away Roll away Roll away ... All the burdens of mah heart Roll away ... Reflections and WayMart will be open immediately after the meal for 30 minutes. Multi-services afternoon crew please meet at Allen Gym after the meal, Bob Cardin please see me directly outside. Have a great afternoon (after your cheese wedge and carrots) ...

Hey Simon, wouldn't it be sumthin if while we were shadowing VP he'd share his drambui with us? Then, the MOG hisself could minister to us and we could be a better witness in the malls and in the schools and in our communities ... Did you help out with Sara's wedding or engagement party at HQ our interim year?? I was working the beer truck, but don't remember if you were there. Gosh, I wonder why I can't remember ... Anyways, ole' VP that night said, "Corps, it's a two drink maximum, except when I throw the party!!!" Therefore those Jews were smart then already !! I got a problen with that statement.

What mean ye to weep, and to break mine heart? How about them Gino's pizzas Simonion??? Where is mellowtripper?? Do mushroom grow outta the cow manure in OK ???

I'd like to share on the art of sharing. I learned maany things at the feet of Len while in res, and I know my corps bro's & sis's would be blessed more than they already are to hear me share of what Len shared with me. Sharing comes from the hebrew word ....um, meaning one whose bowels gush out. We are to let our hearts explode out to the hearers that which is burning as a chile pepper in the innermost parts of our being. And this is how, with a capital 'H' and a capital 'O' and a capital 'W', our very own Shallowdipper got his name ...