Jesus-ween is almost upon us, and I'm in the middle of converting our RV Park into a bonafide Hell-house this year. Now I don't wish to brag, but friends have told me I bear some resemblance to Our Lord and Savior which of course, I'm just tickled to accept. As tradition now, I will come out, dressed as our Lord at the end of the Hell-house walk. Visitors get a choice of which exit they may wish to leave from. I will be waiting at one exit to hand out chick-tracts and give a 24-minute Scripture reading. Our park manager, Mr. Timmons, will be waiting at the back door exit dressed as Satan to splash pigs blood on the sinners trying to leave.
At precisely 20:30:25, we will be hosting a Jesus look-a-like contest. The Winner will receive 30 KJV1611 Holy Bibles for their friends and family, a tray of fresh snickerdoodles and a family coupon for all-you-can eat pork at Smith Sanderson's Famous Spit Roast.
Here is me in 1984 when I was younger, and looked a bit more Jesus-y than I might now.
At precisely 20:30:25, we will be hosting a Jesus look-a-like contest. The Winner will receive 30 KJV1611 Holy Bibles for their friends and family, a tray of fresh snickerdoodles and a family coupon for all-you-can eat pork at Smith Sanderson's Famous Spit Roast.
Here is me in 1984 when I was younger, and looked a bit more Jesus-y than I might now.

The only contest that is going on is the strive for a permanent, secure position in

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