Re: Please Pray for Sister Mary Maria
Brothers and Sisters, I have received the most disturbing update from Mr. Whitford.
He tells me that this very evening, he heard a knock at the door, then the screech of tires as a car sped away. He was not able to catch a glimpse of the car . . . as you know, it takes him a while to reach the front of the mansion. (OK, it takes him a while to cross the foyer.)
A package was lying on the front door, wrapped in brown paper and trussed up with string. There was no address.
After listening to see if it ticked, Mr. Whitford brought the heavy package inside and set it on the foyer table. It clanked, which worried him even more . . . Perhaps it was Sister M&M's head! (She told you about the steel plate incident, right?)
With great trepidation, he opened the package, and was horrified to find that it was a twisted hunk of metal . . . That's right, Sister M&M's ornately-wrought silver chastity belt had been cut off and mutilated into a perverse and Satanic sculpture! "Looks just like one of them Mary shrines," Mr. Whitford gasped on the phone as he described the contents.
I asked whether he was all right; he said his chest felt tight, it was hard to breathe, and he had a pain running down his left arm. Naturally, I suggested he have a cup of strong, black coffee, and perhaps get some light exercise to stimulate his circulation . . . and take his mind off that horrible THING.
I do hope he'll be feeling better by the time the Brothers arrive for the Prayer Circle tonight!
Perhaps one of the Brothers bring a deputy to take away that horrible Mary shrine as evidence for the trial of the Martin brothers?
Poor Sister M&M! She's surely being used as a human pincushion by oversexed Negroes by now!!
Brothers and Sisters, I have received the most disturbing update from Mr. Whitford.
He tells me that this very evening, he heard a knock at the door, then the screech of tires as a car sped away. He was not able to catch a glimpse of the car . . . as you know, it takes him a while to reach the front of the mansion. (OK, it takes him a while to cross the foyer.)
A package was lying on the front door, wrapped in brown paper and trussed up with string. There was no address.
After listening to see if it ticked, Mr. Whitford brought the heavy package inside and set it on the foyer table. It clanked, which worried him even more . . . Perhaps it was Sister M&M's head! (She told you about the steel plate incident, right?)
With great trepidation, he opened the package, and was horrified to find that it was a twisted hunk of metal . . . That's right, Sister M&M's ornately-wrought silver chastity belt had been cut off and mutilated into a perverse and Satanic sculpture! "Looks just like one of them Mary shrines," Mr. Whitford gasped on the phone as he described the contents.
I asked whether he was all right; he said his chest felt tight, it was hard to breathe, and he had a pain running down his left arm. Naturally, I suggested he have a cup of strong, black coffee, and perhaps get some light exercise to stimulate his circulation . . . and take his mind off that horrible THING.
I do hope he'll be feeling better by the time the Brothers arrive for the Prayer Circle tonight!
Perhaps one of the Brothers bring a deputy to take away that horrible Mary shrine as evidence for the trial of the Martin brothers?
Poor Sister M&M! She's surely being used as a human pincushion by oversexed Negroes by now!!

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