KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
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Here I am, sitting in my Sunday-go-to-meetin' duds, waiting for the preacher to get up there and go on and on about her maniacal shit for hours like she does. Maybe afterwards we can have us some fried chicken and corn bread. But no, I got myself all duded up for nothing. The maniacal shit hasn't spewed. Not even once. Heck, we haven't even gotten any hellfire and brimstone, or at least a good tata flash. Even the Amen Pew has been quiet. I want my fried chicken, gawddammit. It's the only good reason to come to meetin' other than ogling all those fine backsides in their nice clean and tight sunday best trousers. Yummy. I just wish a few of 'em would stand up more often.
I tell you what.
I tell you what.