Actual God sick with bird flu, and I am tend to him in bed. His mood very bad. I bring him chicken soup he spill it on my long, long legs and red shorts. He bite his tongue and have big upset. I tell him "relax." He say I smell like ash tray.

O ACTUAL God - the Actual Creator of all mankind,
The supreme Creator of all creation,
The supreme authority of the universe!
You alone are the Actual God of all creation
And the provider of everything good to all creatures.
You alone are divine for worship by all mankind.
You alone I fear, adore and accept
And humbly worship as my god.

He give me username and password. You do prayer so Actual God feel better. (-H.O.)