Holy Molasses. I mean, Moses.
Sometimes, when a situation presents itself, I respond with a resounding, “Holy Moses.” And then, for some reason, it reminds me of molasses. Maybe the similar letters. Regardless, Moses and molasses have nothing in common, historically. At least, not as far as I know. But “Holy Moses” is a go-to phrase. And yet, what do […]
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