Baptist Pastor Practice (It’s a Gay Fest Without the Drag-Queens)

I had to take some “time-out” time with Jesus’ General and catch up on what that liberal-Communist has been posting on his very heterosexual blog-site.  It’s been a tough-week.

Fortunately for me; I usually don  a crucifix around my neck before my visitations with The General.  Also typical, I leave with a scalding hot shower complete with sulphuric acid bath,  and a quick rinse of glycerin purchased from plastic surgeons selling human fat-tissue in the back ally-ways of Malibu, California.

Check out his “Baptist Pastor” series.

This “Holy Dipshit” is so anti-abortion and so “pro-life” that not only will he kick the ass of any false profit from his living room, he’ll actually finish up his 2-minute sermon with a prayer to God Almighty to kill any false-prophet and send that person’s soul to a permenant damnation in Hell.  (…Because God is Love, and Jesus was a pascifist, of course!  That’s just how his “Holy Trinity” rolls!)

Here’s another Baptist-preacher (freak).  This dude is upset because Pepsi Co., (No More Wire Hangars-Joan Crawford of Mommy Dearest Fame) has donated money to GLAD (Gay, Lesbian Against Defimation).

Pepsi is for queers?  Stop drinking Pepsi because the the company donated $500,000 to a non-profit group?.

Look – you add some vodka to that can of Pepsi and that pissed off Baptist-preacher will have his Underoos pulled down around his ankles  faster than Miss Piggy could find a can of Vasaline and Kermit could pop a handful of Cialis.  The whole image is so gay, I’m expecting someone to show up in the camera-shot and offer me a brown-paper bag to stowe my clothes and join the homo-orgy.

Even the crazy-voices behind the camera exuberate homo-eroticsm. It’s a testosterone overdoes of Crazy.

And finally, a photo that was obviously posted by Senator John McCain (R-AZ) sometime around last-Mothers Day that bears mentioning:

I love it!  “Mom and Rubbers”!

Cucumbers and dill.

Basil and tomato.

Pizza and Beer.

Mom and Condoms.

Who really needed to go there?  Seriously.