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[tree_and_leaf]

My flatmates, when they're not stripping down bicyles on the kitchen floor, have been arguing incessantly about transubstantiation. For days.

If this goes on much longer, I will have to start throwing things at them. Possibly the Summa. Both heavy and appropriate.

Or reciting the Proof that God is not made of soap

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[sophysduckling.livejournal.com]

hee!

[tree_and_leaf]

Glad you enjoyed!

[sophysduckling.livejournal.com]

I was just thinking how amusing it would be to walk in on the scene two days from now, after you've gone crazy and are huddled in a corner reciting the Proof that God is not made of Soap to yourself over and over again while they, oblivious, are still raving about transubstantiation.

[tree_and_leaf]

How remarkably cruel ;)

Fortunately, my sane flat mate, who has been away for a couple of days, returns tomorrow, so there will be some moral support.

[sammee42.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is fantastic. I would have loved flatmates that argued incessantly about theological topics like transubstantiation. However, I do have a husband that argues the finer points of theology and biblical interpretation with me anytime I want, so I feel your pain. Although, he instigates it and I don't get to escape into my own room. Meh.

[sammee42.livejournal.com]

Ooo, I love "Is God made of Soap?" Thanks for that! :)

[mrs-wolf.livejournal.com]

This made me bury my head in my keyboard and laugh.

Why bicycles?

[tree_and_leaf]

Broken chain. That bit was reasonably logical, though I'm not convinced that the kitchen is a natural location for bicycle repair...

[themolesmother.livejournal.com]

You have some very interesting flatmates.

All mine ever did was argue about boring stuff, like who nicked the last of the milk and exactly how much we each owed for the phone bill.

MM

[tree_and_leaf]

Oh ours do that as well...