I’m having my own little pity party. I’m sad, I’m lonely, I’m thinking this is the beginning of a bad profile for match.com.
It’s 8:30 – I’m going to bed because I have the flippin‘ flu again – dear God – here a strain, there a strain, everywhere a strain…strain.
Day one down of holy roller bible camp. We’re Catholic. I’m not a “devout” Catholic. I believe in God, I believe in doing the right thing, etc. I don’t believe everything that’s fed to me…I wasn’t just tossed off the turnip truck….but Andrew’s friend Melissa is going to this camp – hand raising, praise God shouting…church – and it’s $50 for five days, three hours a day….they can turn him into a tele–Evangelist for that money. I now am flashing on Cartman’s tele-Evangelistic period …
Cartman: For he is Lord, Lord Lord Lord. Right here we have a little girl who is very, very ugly! Do you believe he is gonna cure your face of the uglies?!
Ugly Girl: Yes!!
Cartman: He is gonna take that ugly face and make you reasonable to look at! [smacks her on the face] Bah!
Ugly Girl: Waah.
Cartman: [moonwalks] Bwolololololololololololo! Oh, good Lord, somebody say “Amen!”
We still laugh at that (me and all the voices in my head).
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