I asked a =
single gal what would be the “perfect man”. She told =
me that the man she’d marry would “be like a robust fine =
wine”.
I wondered =
what she meant and must have had a quizzical =
expression.
“Actually=
,” she added, “he would probably start out raw as grapes, =
but then it would be my job to stomp on him, crush him, and keep him in =
the dark for years until he matures into something I’d like to =
have dinner with.”
Okay . . =
.
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"