We hang. We fall. All in the name of Christmas. In March.
Most historians suggest that Jesus was born in the Spring. I bet he was a Taurus, like me. Not saying that I am in any way like Jesus is. But he seems like a Taurus to me. Bullheaded. Stubborn. Homebody. In great need of material comforts. I’m joking. Jesus was probably a Pisces. You know, […]
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