It's OK, though. All they have to do is declare, "I believe!, and the bucket of pig's blood washes them Carrie-like to Cloud 9 in Outer Space!, where they get to wash hippie feet, listen to harp music and Pat Boone, watch Lonnie Frisbee pretend not to be gay while wearing a silken robe, angel wings, and a gilded halo, look down at Old Double Hockeysticks and squeal with glee at all that misfortune, and tease their soul hair high and blonde like Jan Crouch at a Billy Ray Cyrus concert.<quoted text>
I don't think we have to worry too much about most of these Christians and their Bible...most of them haven't even taken the plastic wrapping off of it. If they have...they are trying to open it from the wrong side(upside down and backwords). Then again...they think they are only to read the page marked by that little ribbon bookmark.
Hey, where is Dusty, that hot, old crone? I picked up a fine, handcrafted velvet rope for her to use at the gates of Club Heaven. I heard the torture worms gnawed the heck out of the old one with their steel fangs.