I saw someone somewhere mentioned an uplifting story about a woman who had finally quit after 20+ years of stripping in clubs. The implication was that she had quit her shameful life in order to better follow Jesus, or that Jesus eventually convinced her to quit stripping…something like that.
Reality Check: You don’t quit stripping at 40. Stripping quits you. Barry Sanders she is not.
Jesus Saves, Gretzky Steals! He Shoots! He Scores! (Sound of crowd going wild.)
I think she was hoping it was a religious revelation. I would think that is easier to believe than the onset of perimenopause don’t you?