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God must have a sense of humor...
...It made us after all
I feel blessed 
22nd-May-2007 05:41 pm
siggy: pyxie
I feel blessed because 'a friend' has nominated our address to receive the special holy hankerchief [on loan].  It came all the way from Oklahoma along with a sealed bible prophecy and instructions to sleep with them by bedside, send the hankerchief and prayer request and donations to the church the next day, and only then to open the sealed bible prophecy. 

Along with that, a certain guy named Jack T. has come out with a new cartoon tract called, "Fairy Tales?"  In it, little Harry kills two classmates cuz they told him that the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny are lies.  He goes to juvie hall and then later materializes on the F.B.I.'s most wanted list along with Osama Bin Laden.  I won't spoil the ending for yas.

So I am indeed truly uh, blessed.  I hope that the god of the gaps isn't too put out by me opening the special sealed bible prophecy before bedtime.  Then again, they knew I was gonna do it.

sap
Comments 
22nd-May-2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
A new Jack Chick prophecy is always glad tidings.
22nd-May-2007 10:25 pm (UTC)
...and I am glad to see they also have a new tract that even Black people can understand!
22nd-May-2007 11:22 pm (UTC) - boot to the head
*kick*
22nd-May-2007 11:53 pm (UTC) - Re: boot to the head
Jesus loves you, Honey, and he got lots of watermelon an' chitlins fo' you in Hebbin!
23rd-May-2007 01:29 am (UTC) - Re: boot to the head
lol.

Laughing all the way to the post office with the extra-stuffed pre-paid metered envelope of scrap paper going to Oklahoma.

sap
23rd-May-2007 06:44 am (UTC) - Re: boot to the head
So gladee likee speechee, chop chop!
23rd-May-2007 06:03 am (UTC)
Alright, The saddest thing was i just swiped my screen because of your icon.

24th-May-2007 09:52 pm (UTC) - I spent a few years...

doing the J-trip. "Lift yesus higher." "Fill my cup lord." And all of that. "Fill me up buttercup."
My buttercup yesus turned into a field of dandelions from which I made some kick-ass wine.

Days gone by.
Some say the good ol days were better.
Not necessarily.

That squeaky clean family of kids the gym teacher and her husband had-- one was institutionalized getting denutified and another went through a family 'exorcism.'

I s'ppose they looked better on the outside.
If yesus wants me in heaven, I don't eat no lamb chops. Nice juicy steak please with none of the cholesterol, baked potato dripping with butter, broccoli, and loads of ice cream please.

Or I ain't going.
spike
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