So Sayeth The Lord, Beeyatch
Hard to tell who is more remarkable- the "Reverend" here, or the cameraperson. He's not cutting my hair. Be warned my bretheren- the Holy Word is not suitable for work/children/etc.
I don't answer phones, except where paid to. I've never been asked to leave any zoo or wildlife refuge. None of my shoes fit very well. I've never effectively claimed to be royalty in order to avoid extradition.
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Holy shit! Is that the church of the holy crack rock and the sisters of bling?
Please God, don't let him breed!
That’s what happens when you mix religion with acid. Ironically, he makes just as much sense as some of the crazy ass evangelists I ran into in my god fearing years back in the late sixties and early seventies. One of them was an ex-wrestler who had devoted his life to wrestling with the devil at small town revivals, for a cut of the collection plate of course. After his utterly incomprehensible half hour diatribe, he took all of the little boys, including me, into the Sunday school room to show us wrestling moves. He is one of the reasons that, to this day, I always sit at the back of the class and never raise my hand.
Someone really didn't like church did they?
my letters today: y vd kfc who makes these up?
So, the message is that...I have to make my ass available...to God? Did I get that right?
I guess the bible's been updated.
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