Sermon to the Yard Sale Proprietors

[Richter]

Hey, what do you think you're doing?  Having a yard sale out in public with children's toys, and you've got that filth sitting out on a table?  What possessed you to put that out in the face of the sun?  Are you thinking it's a cute little "Couple's accessory"?  No, it's a fucking dildo!  If you had any love of Jesus or Fear of our lord, you'd put that crap away!  You'd keep it out of sight, and only sell it in out your back door in a crumpled paper bag for a wad of filthy bills at an hour past midnight!  This is not the time or the place for you to peddle your used flesh toys!  Aren't you ashamed of yourself?  Don't you have any sense of decent loathing for those horrible meaty bits hanging between your legs?  Don't you feel vile for your urges?  Exactly what kind of Amurica do you want?

::At this point the good Deacon was forcibly removed from the premises.  He was shoved into a car which sped off, noises possibly involving howling laughter coming form inside.  His parents have since learned never to take him to yard sales::

[The Good Reverend Roger]

WIN!   

[Phox]

 

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[Adios]