This is a pic of Terri, a person I am not worthy of calling wife in the slightest. A strong vessel of a woman whose physical and mental presence is three parts ecologically hazardous, five parts jovially imposing. She brings meaning to my life in ways Christ Jesus fathomed only milleniums ago. Her lack of hygiene is made up for in her unending love for Christ Jesus. To hear her snore in the present is to find solace in what shape her snore may take in the afterlife. Her bosom is like moldy bread in that there are spores--I testify to that, Lord do I ever--but Christ Charred Jesus do I still love her! The scriptures wouldn't have it any other way! By the way, her chicken spaghetti is so good it must be God's will. Terri passed away some months ago.
Jake
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