You know, it would be hilarious if it wasn't so damned sad... actually, I find it hilarious anyway.
The practical upshot: a colleage of Jerry Falwell, a reverend no less, dies of autoasphixiation while clad in two complete wetsuits with accessories, wearing rubber underwear, and having something inserted where the sun don't shine.
Why is it that the people who preach the loudest usually end up being the ones who REALLY had something to hide?
Oh, and here's a link to a related thread over on GAFF.
The practical upshot: a colleage of Jerry Falwell, a reverend no less, dies of autoasphixiation while clad in two complete wetsuits with accessories, wearing rubber underwear, and having something inserted where the sun don't shine.
Why is it that the people who preach the loudest usually end up being the ones who REALLY had something to hide?
Oh, and here's a link to a related thread over on GAFF.
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and btw is your apartment warm at all? cuz it seems like the heat is still not on and I'm freezing my patootie off...
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We have a space heater to help us out during the early fall; your best bet is probably to give Kari (I think that's her name?) a call and ask about the heat situation...
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OH SWEET KARMA!
I guess Jesus was right when he said in the bible that all that is hidden would one day be shouted from the rooftops..guess the "good minister" skipped that part.
I'm just thankful that there isn't a photo of how he died. What an image to burn the retinas! The mental picture is bad enough.
You know, you gotta wonder if the coroner wasn't cracking up. I would be.
I liked how my dear friend heyonah put it..."hey, did you hear how jerry falwell died?"
ME: (falling for it). "No.,..how"
Heyonah: "They discovered that he didn't have a heart."
This is so going in my blog too! Thanks for the post!