Freakishly religious and holy

Bill Y is usually a happy-go-lucky, cynical, people hating son of a mother and father but today he is not impressed. I wouldn’t be a massive fan of the Jesus but I am reading the Bible at the moment because it’s one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve come across in a long time. Normally the only faith I have is in my own inadequacies but slowly and surely, I was beginning to get all freakishly religious and holy. I found my body gravitating towards a holy house to catch the latest installment of mass but along the way, I met a little old lady with a message. Now, I don’t know about you but when a little old lady tells me something, I immediately believe it, no questions asked. I ripped off the rosary beads there and then and decided we will never be acquainted again:

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10 thoughts on “Freakishly religious and holy”

  1. 1. I can’t even read the mind of someone sitting next to me. How does this old lady think she can read the mind of Jesus?

    2. Who is the “you” the old lady is referring to? Gay people? Catholics? Everybody on earth except her?

    3. If she would bother to actually read the New Testament for herself she would discover that it teaches that God loves everybody and that we are not supposed to spread hatred around. Hah!

      1. I wonder how old that picture is. The old lady is wearing a hat that looks like it was made in the 1950s, and she has white gloves, which even old ladies don’t wear anymore.

        1. That’s so observant. The word on the street is that the white gloves are a timeless creation, created for little old ladies who have a need to spread hatred and put the fear of God in people. The hat, designed by a designer, is designed to cover the head of the hater. I’m afraid I do not have any evidence to back this up and must point out that the word on the street, has been wrong before.

  2. It’s pretty hard for people to imagine that their friends don’t hate all of their enemies! That’s what friends are supposed to do, right?!

    1. My friends hate Bon Jovi with the same intensity as I do. If this wasn’t the case, I don’t know what I’d do. Are they’re any websites where you can trade in old friends for new ones?

  3. That’s not just a hanky she’s holding… it’s been laced with chloroform. She’s really a Moonie.

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