Eventually the two rambunctious wolves decided to race back towards the carcass, no doubt forgetting I was still there.

She thinks I'm bringing this up to make fun of her, but I explain that (a) her fears are adorable, and (b) that's not the point. I tell her I think we both suffer from ouranophobia and she asks what that means and I tell her we're afraid of heaven.

The icon of the blue ribbon on her site should not be taken to mean she opposes parental filtration programs.

Cardinall Bellarmyne he abuseth more grosly, for he calleth him, a Cardinal parasite, the lenocinating pander of the whore of Babylon, […]