last time i went to church was a few years ago, i went with my mom. i ended up writing a folk song on the program about how the preacher sleeps with little boys and puppies. i haven't been invited back since. :coolgleamA:
Counter that by telling him every day at the lunch table how much you like cheeses. So much that you gave your life to cheeses. Say that glorious name along with me. Cheeses! .
you've got me there!! i actually have no intention of finding a religion right now, i'm too busy doing drugs and skipping school. :ssmokeit: but i respect that you believe. :hat:
PRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSE CHEESES!!!! naw you just gotta let them do their thing, it makes them feel important! I just keep my religion and my penis to myself. good rule of thumb
i geniunely enjoy going to a good church. and by good, i mean with reasonably intelligent people who aren't all jittery for god and such. that makes me nervous. well educated people with careers, one foot firmly in babylon and an enjoyment for theological and philisophical discussions over beer. it's not that i don't think that pretty much anyone can find the right atmosphere for them, i just have a particular style i can jive with. i think they all have their own validity, but i have a heavy handed eye rolling reflex and it's really hard for me to be polite to gossipy bitches who follow up their nastiness with "bless her heart" and "i hate gay people." *shudder* hypocrisy frightens me.
i love cheeses. i like the way cheeses feel when it drips down off my taco and down my chin. mmm cheeses