So, we are sitting there Tuesday night, enjoying our 100% fried dinner at the State Fair, minding out own business, when this very sweet little boy walks up to our table. He was being followed by another older boy, who I'm thinking was his brother, who was poking him in the back and steering him towards Cherry. The sweet little boy says something very quietly and hands Cherry a piece of paper, and then the two of them quickly walk away.
Cherry looks at me and says "Oh, isn't that sweet. He invited me to his church."
She then holds up the pamphelt to read it showing me the back of it. Written in large letters it says "ARE YOU GOING TO HELL?" I almost immediately spit out my green been fry in shock. She just gives me this look and says "what was that for?".
I just look at her and say "Are you going to hell?"
She turns the pamphelt over and starts getting upset. "Why did they only give it to me and not to you?"
I'm just laughing and telling her "I don't know. I'm the one eating all the fried food. I'm most likely to keel over on the table here."
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I get that shit downtown a lot. A really fat lady once told me that God wouldn't like all my tattoos or piercings. I played along and asked her why. She, of course, told me the line about the body being a temple. I told her I simply decorated my temple like all the major religions do. Then I asked her how God felt about all the additions she'd made to her temple (remember, she was REALLY fat). She kinda "hmmmmphed" and walked away. I felt good!
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