On this most holy of weekends for the deluded practitioners of the ancient hoax, I am delighted to see
a) The Pope swimming upstream against a rather violent current;
b) The Archbishop of Canterbury sticking his oar in (to what ultimate effect, I cannot fathom);
c) a bunch of Dutch brewskis cooling themselves in my refrigerator.
Brethren, let us not drown in the septic bilge of religious wee-wee. Rather, let us be revelers, anointed neath the amber waves and white-capped froth of a few chilled Heinekens. For that is the way of true deliverance. **
Llewellen: fetch us the sacred vessels... and the bottle opener.
** (The Lunch Counter Prayer. Reproduced with the permission of Rev. Phineas Boogaloo.)
3 years ago