Friday, September 07, 2007
Super dooper Underwear!
110 degrees in the valley, Labor day weekend. Bugger!
Did you know that Mormons have super underwear?
I have a friend who was raised Mormon and she says she had a pair. She is no longer with the church, by her own choice. She says that her family and friends tell her that she had better join back up or they will throw her out. It sounds to me like a cat’s in charge? Do you want in or out? I’m thinking! Anyway, would any woman want to join up with any religion, unless they’re fond of patriarchal repression. …The cookies maybe?
I told my friend that I need church and conservativism and repression. I make fun of those people and get some pretty good laughs. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel. I guess, if everyone was as clever as I think I am then I’d be average and I’d have to find some other more perverse way to get attention. I suppose I’d have to join a church.
If I were to join a church I suppose super underwear is as good of a reason as any. But alas, super underwear won’t stop a bullet of keep you from chaffing in 110 degree weather. Their power, like everything else at church is only symbolic. And like the idea of church itself they are old fashioned, dull and ugly. Now if someone wanted to get me into a church with underwear that doesn’t stop a bullet they’d really have to make an effort, if you know what I mean.
Did you know that Mormons have super underwear?
I have a friend who was raised Mormon and she says she had a pair. She is no longer with the church, by her own choice. She says that her family and friends tell her that she had better join back up or they will throw her out. It sounds to me like a cat’s in charge? Do you want in or out? I’m thinking! Anyway, would any woman want to join up with any religion, unless they’re fond of patriarchal repression. …The cookies maybe?
I told my friend that I need church and conservativism and repression. I make fun of those people and get some pretty good laughs. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel. I guess, if everyone was as clever as I think I am then I’d be average and I’d have to find some other more perverse way to get attention. I suppose I’d have to join a church.
If I were to join a church I suppose super underwear is as good of a reason as any. But alas, super underwear won’t stop a bullet of keep you from chaffing in 110 degree weather. Their power, like everything else at church is only symbolic. And like the idea of church itself they are old fashioned, dull and ugly. Now if someone wanted to get me into a church with underwear that doesn’t stop a bullet they’d really have to make an effort, if you know what I mean.
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