My soon to be wife, on May 25, and I went out this evening. We got home around 9:30 PM. We were a little hungry, so we decided to have something to eat.
Neither of us felt like cooking. There was some left-over chicken soup in the refrigerator, so we decided to just eat it up. I heated two bowls of chicken soup in the microwave. When I got it out, it looked and smelled delicious. Then a tremendous feeling of guilt came over both of us. We did not want to eat the chicken, so I took a spoon, removed the chicken from both bowls of the hot soup, and threw it in the trash. I don’t like to waste food, but in this case, I had no choice.
This was not my fault. The two men who are to blame for this are, JUDAS ISCARIOT, and PONTIUS PILATE.