I realise this is a bit of a heavy topic for 11-45 on a Wednesday night and that metaphysical concerns are probably the last thing on your mind. I understand that. Until half hour ago I hadn't really considered sparking a theological debate either. But at that moment I found myself in a bit of a dilemma. I was stood at the counter at my mate Kens takeaway and having to choose between his mutts nuts South African hotdogs or his equally lush cheese and bacon burgers. And as I stood and pondered, the above question popped into my head. Did I actually get a choice? Or had this one simple decision been made for me at some point before the dawn of time? Its amazing how simple theology can be when you strip it down to the bare essentials.
Well in the end I decided to risk the wrath of the celestial rulers (or maybe not. And at that time of night I was beyond caring) and went for the burger and very nice it was too. And as I walked away, merrilly chewing on this poor mans manna from heaven, another question popped into my little mind. 'Pompey you fat fuck' said a little voice 'Do you realise you are turning into Homer Simpson???'
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My dear Homer,
I think that we plan our life, but I am a witch (HIHHIHAAAHAAA) I do not believe on God or Gods.
BTW: burger k. and maci are also no goods! LOL!!!!!
It is easy to give your life in other hands, like Gods or parents (if you are adult) or wifes, husbands and others.