God, I don’t want to start an argument br with you during prayer time tonight, br but why haven’t you taken br Uncle Frank? br br He smells of tobacco br and slurps when he drinks br lets out gas at the table br and wets his pants I think. br br He snores like a buzz saw br his breath smells like PU! br I’m so upset br I don’t know what to do. br br Oh, while we’re at it God, br tell your butler, Saint Peter, br to tell my parents that I hate vegetables br especially spinach, but I love candy and pop br and all that goes with it. br br And before I forget br please tell my parents br that I broke the window the other day br that it wasn’t my brother br and see what they say. br br Please God br help me to think of a way to blame the dog br for breaking the vase br I’m sick and tired of taking the blame br Can’t keep up the pace. br br I want to pray for my mother, father br and my brother too, br not for Uncle Frank though br I guess I’m through.