Oct 28, 2010

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Mennodays.

Mennodays.

“Singles” night among the Mennonite social circle comprised of flirting over hymn books, coy compliments on the shoofly pie Dorcas made from her papa’s lard bucket, and hoping Jesus would play matchmaker. Deacon Skip, in the rocking chair, sat confidently, knowing that someone with glasses (Esther?) would be lucky in love.

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Oct 28, 2010

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Education System.

Education System.


“That is wonderful, Bobby. We should soon complete this sacrificial altar to the almighty Beelzebub.

Freddie…did you remember to bring a young goat and a virgin to class?”

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Oct 27, 2010

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The Most Racist Puppet Show Ever.

The Most Racist Puppet Show Ever.

If this doesn’t scare you away from religion, maybe the Christian Science one with the singing alien might.

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Oct 27, 2010

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You Pansy.

You Pansy.

As they celebrated their new nuptials, neither happened to notice the flying naked child with the giant purple pansy about to smother them both with mixed metaphors.

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Oct 27, 2010

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Trick Or Treat

Trick Or Treat

The Dithers Children (Matt, Debbie, Len and “Buzz”) had great designs on cramming their throats full of Sky Bars and Necco Wafers, only to be disappointed in the razorblade apples that Old Man Witherspoon gave them instead. Luckily, “Buzz” had already started shaving at 6 years old due to a hormonal flux from his chewable vitamins, so the night wasn’t a total loss.

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Oct 27, 2010

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Eton Ruffles.

Eton Ruffles.

At first, Mr. Jenkins was against the idea, for several reasons, but as the months waned he relented. The Missus would never have a boy of her own after that hysteria scare, and – well, it made her happy to dress little Ruffles up as a small child.

He began to question this decision once again when she suggested Ruffles start his education at Eton…not that Ruffles wasn’t up to it, but because he worried the boys might pick on him. Luckily, Ruffles had an asset: sharp fangs and no shame in public defecation.

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