i know it's monday, but it feels like sunday.

so let's have church.
(much applause and anticipation eagerly awaited upon is almost heard in a ghostly white and i recall, i recall.)

please bow your head for the prayer.

"thank you lord, for the cowboys victory. it was a most gracious win."

amen.

a friend of mine gave testimony to me today that angels appeared to him this morning in his bedroom. hallelujah.

he said that they told him they had another name for him to start calling his penis.

then, in a eerie light they descended down upon him and whispered in his ear.
they left like a quief in the night and it was henceforth known throughout his kingdom that his mighty penis would be called a "twat brat."

classic,


scott