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I still have a Ashcroft style pentecostal, bees-nest, and penitent, permanent, perpetual, everlasting, "Cow Lick Hair Style."
Your not apologizing yet?
I am glad you and the fellow deacons, who dragged me by the legs 50- feet all the way downstairs: thump, thump, thump, Bump...Toward the basement babies-nursery...I am Happy You did Not belive in resuscitation of the church visitors. Liberal church deacons robbed people. Deacons, tripped, beat, tortured, and dragged 'trippers over wood Cains, downward, into a church dungeon. What corrupt ushers I've seen in my day. You get the ice-cream Alamo!
My head still has a huge-bump in it. Jesus, Buddha, Mohammad, or the BO gas station attendant, can't seem to heal or shrink the mental abuse you "liberal" Arizonians put us poor-drunk church visitors through...
...Mr. T,- I invite your friends, not you, over for mint tea. Please, you stay home and play or pray to grasshoppers and humming birds, or hairy cream and black mild-fatty breast, bumble bees, okay? Okay?