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Sunday, November 06, 2005

Dear God,

Today I felt a most severe pang of sorrow for the Neandertal--more or less extinct a good 20,000 to 15,000 years before they had the opportunity to know Jesus and to know You in all your well-dressed glory. I was wondering if perhaps you might take a moment and ask one of our Mormon friends to bless these poor, prehistorical souls en masse in deceased absentia. I know I would sleep a whole heckuva of alot better. And I hear the Mormons can do this. If not, I mean, if you are too busy or something, or if, in fact, I heard wrong or misread some fact about the Mormons, that's cool, don't worry about it. Or if you wanted to kill the Neandertal, that's cool too. Maybe they sucked. In this case, please forget that I asked.

Also, please give me a Tyrannosaurus Rex.


p.s. Sorry about that "thing" last week, if you know what I mean. I'm glad you got my back. You're totally awesome.