praying raze it ain't all doom and gloom all the time. sometimes it's one of those little portable kids swimming pools, probably with psychotic-looking cartoon alligators drawn on the sides, filled with cough syrup. and not the kind that gets you high, unless you want to drink enough of it to lose your lunch and see god simultaneously. whatever your idea of "god" is. maybe it's a giant anthropomorphic ball of lint with a kindly smile that crinkles the corners of its eyes. then you could pray to lint. how much fun would that be? "our lint ball, who art right in front of me...uh...what be thy name?" 130304 what's it to you? who go blather from