Yesterday, while I was reflecting on the state of the world today, I decided it would be a nice idea to have a cake to celebrate the complete and total success of every decision George Bush, Tony Blair, and Jesus have ever made, particularly the imminent extinction of all crypto-Catholic ragheads. Naturally, being a man, cake-making is not my forte, so I instructed my Polack houseservant Condi to bake one for me. At this point, the awful little creature made a truly shocking confession: being a backwards Slav, she has no idea how to use any cooking device other than a tractor. I am in a real bind here. As everyone knows, women have two main purposes in life: Baking pies and other such culinary delights for Christian men, and baking Christian soldiers for Jesus in their womb. Now, ignoring the question of who would be sick enough to impregnate a Pole in the first place, it is pretty much self-evident that any offspring Condi has will be too Slavic to be of any use as cannon fodder for Jesus. But, if she can't bake, what is the point of her at all? I know the logical thing to do here would be to drown her in a bucket, but I'm a sentimental fool, and if anyone can think of any other uses for an ex-Catholic oddment, I'd be very grateful to hear them.
Yours In Christ,
Temperance
Yours In Christ,
Temperance

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