Oops, that message was to Loquat I see. Still stand by my statement though!

there was a little boy named mustard. every sunday his momma took him to church. one sunday morning they were getting seated and mustard said, "momma, i gotto go potty." mustards mother told him to go ahead, the service was starting so he should be quiet coming back to sit with her. well, he looked for a bathroom and they were all occupied. he had to go bad so he went up and down looking for a place to go. he reached the attic and found a hole and started his business. just about that time the preacher was preachin away and said, "lord, if you love me, show it to me!" about that time a little turd plopped down from the ceiling and right in the preachers face. mustards mom jumped up and yelled, "mustard!" the preacher scrapes some off his face and smells it and says, "no, lady. its shit."

the moral of the story is i could ask you to show you care but one must always be careful what they ask for.

if you want to repent, do so. i'll notice. more importantly, god will notice.