(Have been majorly into Spanish ever since I heard Banderas doing Puss in Boots in Shrek 2!)
I don't know about being an angel, but I was just thinking the other day - if everyone has one guardian angel who is supposed to take care of him/her throughout life, won't some of the angels be grossly overworked, and some just have it easy? I was cringing at the thought of my guardian angel going and asking God for a transfer, and refusing to take No for an answer.......oh Lordie!
Since we are on the subject of angels, at the risk of losing copyright, posting my guardian-angel-walla film idea here - in which we have guardian angels who sit around and play rummy in a garage most of the time, but the moment people like you and me decide to do something drastic which will go against the general plan which is good for us in the long run, the respective guardian angel will get up and catch us by the collar, and stop us with 'Abey, have some patience, will you? Stop acting stupid, good things are to come if you'll just hang on.'
And then he'll go back to playing rummy, but in the meanwhile the others would've cheated with the cards, and then there'll be a big fight and there'll be feathers flying all around (angels have wings, remember?) etc etc until God pops out of the light bulb in a flash (thereby busting the fuse), and condemn them all to a Sunday Jam as punishment!!!
P.S: For the uninitiated, Sunday Jam is a major headbanging session, that is not meant for those with weak nerves or eardrums. Am putting it mildly, actually - my ears shrunk so far back into my head, I could hear all the stupid pjs my tummy was cracking to my pancreas and vice versa! Ever had that funny ticklish feeling in the abdomen? That's when all of them things inside roll around cackling with mirth after a major elephant joke session.
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Gracias, gracias, amigo!
(Have been majorly into Spanish ever since I heard Banderas doing Puss in Boots in Shrek 2!)
I don't know about being an angel, but I was just thinking the other day - if everyone has one guardian angel who is supposed to take care of him/her throughout life, won't some of the angels be grossly overworked, and some just have it easy? I was cringing at the thought of my guardian angel going and asking God for a transfer, and refusing to take No for an answer.......oh Lordie!
Since we are on the subject of angels, at the risk of losing copyright, posting my guardian-angel-walla film idea here - in which we have guardian angels who sit around and play rummy in a garage most of the time, but the moment people like you and me decide to do something drastic which will go against the general plan which is good for us in the long run, the respective guardian angel will get up and catch us by the collar, and stop us with 'Abey, have some patience, will you? Stop acting stupid, good things are to come if you'll just hang on.'
And then he'll go back to playing rummy, but in the meanwhile the others would've cheated with the cards, and then there'll be a big fight and there'll be feathers flying all around (angels have wings, remember?) etc etc until God pops out of the light bulb in a flash (thereby busting the fuse), and condemn them all to a Sunday Jam as punishment!!!
P.S: For the uninitiated, Sunday Jam is a major headbanging session, that is not meant for those with weak nerves or eardrums. Am putting it mildly, actually - my ears shrunk so far back into my head, I could hear all the stupid pjs my tummy was cracking to my pancreas and vice versa!
Ever had that funny ticklish feeling in the abdomen? That's when all of them things inside roll around cackling with mirth after a major elephant joke session.
You want to know how I know all this? When you get this old, chéri, you sure get to know a lot of things!
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