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Amen To That.
The Holy Order of Militia of Jesus found that the most effective way to guard their volatile religious compound from the National Guard was to first form a human chain, then hammer their enemies with homemade napalm to get the job done.
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Off To A New Start.
“I’m old enough now,” cried Isobel one fateful day, “and Albert Glover over in Reedstown, he’s sayin’ he wants my hand in marriage.”
“Fine, I reckon,” muttered Pa, taking another swig out of his hooch jug. “Y’ain’t knocked up or nothin’, are yeh?”
“Supposin’ I was? But I ain’t.”
“Ain’t nothin’ new. Yer maw had you at 12, and lookin’ at you, I’d say you’re right for the marryin’.”
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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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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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Your Guardian Angel.
He now appears to you in the guise of Ceiling Cat.
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