Premature Interpretation
So God was riding along with me today when we pulled up behind a yellow Corvette with the license plate “fstrrr.”
“Faster?” I asked. He gave a noncommittal shrug, having long ago told me that I wasn’t likely to be given direct answers when asking about what’s in other people’s heads.
So I went on. I suggested that maybe the Corvette was a deliberate attempt to mislead us. Maybe it was like in the Prince song “Little Red Corvette” where fast was a double entendre, meaning sexually fast as well as speedy. Maybe instead of an “A” the vowel the driver really meant was an “I” (and for those of you that don’t know what that means, tough, I’m not going to explain it here).
God just told me I have a dirty mind.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
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