Ablaze 1:8 A psalm of IRC. The Ablazenet is my home, i shall not wander.
Ablaze 1:9 In the rooms of Ablaze, their I shall dwell, Where blessed and stomper do nourish the network through #opers.
Ablaze 1:10 Yea, though I walk in the midst of Mums oopsie’s, I shall fear no kill's, shun's or Gline's; for Blessed is online most of the time; My friends and fellow op's, they comfort me.
Ablaze 1:11 You have prepared Inspird despite the presence of mum; you have instructed us in the art of commands; and #ablaze cheers me like the best wine.
Ablaze 1:12 We wait abated breath for mum to strike, and oopsie here and shun there, tis a shame her aim is not so good as an innocent flies out the room.
Ablaze 1:13 With fear and trembling Blessed takes a holiday waiting for that phone call 'mum has crashed the network'
Ablaze 1:14 Blessed, Burntlips, Cre8d2Worship, DevilStomper, reJOYce, sparks1 protects the network mum smiles nicely and then another whoopsies oopsie.
Ablaze 1:15 Blessed just shakes his head and gets on with the repairs.
Ablaze 1:2
Ablaze 1:2
Through one man, Adam, sin came into this word...and through one woman, Mum, Oopsie came into this world.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
Proverbs 17:22
Ablaze 1:3
Ablaze 1:3
For Mum so loved her dog, that she gave her one and only set of teeth for the dog, so that it could eat.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
Proverbs 17:22
Ablaze 1:4
For Mum came not into the world for the world to be without Oopsies, but that the world may be Oopsied through her Oopsies.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
Proverbs 17:22
Ablaze 1:5
And on the eighth day, God created the oopsie, and mum looked and saw that it was good.
Ablaze 1:6
Trust in the oopsie with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding.
Ablaze 1:7
In all your ways acknowledge the oopsie, and mum will make your paths go somewhere you would have never dreamed of.
Ablaze 1:8 A psalm of IRC.
Ablaze 1:8 A psalm of IRC. The Ablazenet is my home, i shall not wander.
Ablaze 1:9 In the rooms of Ablaze, their I shall dwell, Where blessed and stomper do nourish the network through #opers.
Ablaze 1:10 Yea, though I walk in the midst of Mums oopsie’s, I shall fear no kill's, shun's or Gline's; for Blessed is online most of the time; My friends and fellow op's, they comfort me.
Ablaze 1:11 You have prepared Inspird despite the presence of mum; you have instructed us in the art of commands; and #ablaze cheers me like the best wine.
Ablaze 1:12 We wait abated breath for mum to strike, and oopsie here and shun there, tis a shame her aim is not so good as an innocent flies out the room.
Ablaze 1:13 With fear and trembling Blessed takes a holiday waiting for that phone call 'mum has crashed the network'
Ablaze 1:14 Blessed, Burntlips, Cre8d2Worship, DevilStomper, reJOYce, sparks1 protects the network mum smiles nicely and then another whoopsies oopsie.
Ablaze 1:15 Blessed just shakes his head and gets on with the repairs.