I'm grilling again this evening seeing as the weather is so nice. My neighbor Phil has moseyed over along with his son, and our kids are romping and roughhousing as boys tend to do. Phil is partial to strong drink, and has carried with him a mason jar full of moonshine he brought back from Tennessee. A soft breeze is stirring the leaves, and the burgers are sizzling. All seems well in this little part of God's Country.
Then, a creeping horror slithers in behind me; my Wickedan neighbor.
Hellish She-beast: Howdy Phil, D. Hows life?
Phil: Evening, Shotzi.
Me: Mmm.
HS-B: We've really lucked out on the weather, haven't we? All the storms have been missing us.
Phil: Yeah, we've been lucky so far.
Me: Only because God watches after His faithful. Don't be surprised if your houses get blown away though.
HS-B: D, don't you worry about getting cancer from all the grilling you do?
Me: Hmm?
HS-B: There is a direct link between wood smoke and carcino...
Me: (singing) A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD, A BULWARK NEVER FAILING. OUR HELPER HE AMID THE FLOOD OF MORTAL ILLS PREVAILING...Oh mercy me! That just came on out of the blue!
HS-B: (snorts and looks at Phil) Is he this insufferable all the time?
Phil: I've found he goes down easier after I've had a drink or three.
HS-B: Do you know how those poor cows are treated before they butcher them? Its terrible. They keep them in concentration camp conditions without exercise, then they bludgeon them to death. The Wiccan Rede says...
Friends, I had about enough of her nonsense. I grabbed the glass nearest me and tossed the contents into her face.
Me: I baptize you in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit!
HS-B: (screaming and staggering) Arrrrgggghhh! It burns, it burns!
Me: That's the fires of hell leaving your body, witch! Praise Jesus!
She staggers close to the grill, and her hand hovers over the flames for a moment, catching fire. The fire swiftly rushes up her arm and to her face. I smell hair burning. It turns out that the glass was Phil's moonshine, not my glass of ice water.
Thinking quickly, I grab my stainless steel spatula and proceed to beat the flames out. Phil is upset because that was his last jar of shine, and the Hellish She-Beast stormed off to bathe in Aloe Vera juice.
So my question to the wise elders of the church is...since it was moonshine instead of water, does it count? She's going to be wary the next time I get close to her, so that may have been my last opportunity.
Then, a creeping horror slithers in behind me; my Wickedan neighbor.
Hellish She-beast: Howdy Phil, D. Hows life?
Phil: Evening, Shotzi.
Me: Mmm.
HS-B: We've really lucked out on the weather, haven't we? All the storms have been missing us.
Phil: Yeah, we've been lucky so far.
Me: Only because God watches after His faithful. Don't be surprised if your houses get blown away though.
HS-B: D, don't you worry about getting cancer from all the grilling you do?
Me: Hmm?
HS-B: There is a direct link between wood smoke and carcino...
Me: (singing) A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD, A BULWARK NEVER FAILING. OUR HELPER HE AMID THE FLOOD OF MORTAL ILLS PREVAILING...Oh mercy me! That just came on out of the blue!
HS-B: (snorts and looks at Phil) Is he this insufferable all the time?
Phil: I've found he goes down easier after I've had a drink or three.
HS-B: Do you know how those poor cows are treated before they butcher them? Its terrible. They keep them in concentration camp conditions without exercise, then they bludgeon them to death. The Wiccan Rede says...
Friends, I had about enough of her nonsense. I grabbed the glass nearest me and tossed the contents into her face.
Me: I baptize you in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit!
HS-B: (screaming and staggering) Arrrrgggghhh! It burns, it burns!
Me: That's the fires of hell leaving your body, witch! Praise Jesus!
She staggers close to the grill, and her hand hovers over the flames for a moment, catching fire. The fire swiftly rushes up her arm and to her face. I smell hair burning. It turns out that the glass was Phil's moonshine, not my glass of ice water.
Thinking quickly, I grab my stainless steel spatula and proceed to beat the flames out. Phil is upset because that was his last jar of shine, and the Hellish She-Beast stormed off to bathe in Aloe Vera juice.
So my question to the wise elders of the church is...since it was moonshine instead of water, does it count? She's going to be wary the next time I get close to her, so that may have been my last opportunity.

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