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The trees are blooming and the weather is getting warmer. It takes me back home and to the days of my youth. And this is not a good thing. I have made no secret about my indiscretions. I was quite the heck raiser! Yes siree, we were the wild and crazy guys. We would just get crazy and do whatever popped into our heads.
One year we decided to go see the Indy 500. I know what I am talking about. I was there and seen it with my own eyes, several times. We drove up there in the old F-150 with a topper on it and a pony keg of Miller Lite for the weekend between the 4 of us! We were ready and roaring!
To this day it pains me to recall that weekend, but I must. For the infield on the Indy 500 is Sodom and Gomorrah, the isle of Lesbos, and no telling what else rolled into one. There are 500,000 people all around the track. Beer is flowing and people blowing horns everywhere. The air is full of smoke from ten thousand grills and yells and chants like some primitive tribes gathering from afar. It’s like some gathering of the masses.
It goes on for days, drinking and drinking. The girls that attend taking off their T-shirts and waving their unhaltered mommy pillows in the breeze!!! It is a spectacle of sin!
Even Jim Neighbors sings the state anthem! Yes, NASCAR would never allow the homosexual agenda to interfere like this!
But what I am getting to is this. Yes, you spit in Jesus’ face if you visit the infield. You should in no way attend this event.
But the thing that makes me weep is what I did.
There was a flat bed truck making it’s way through this disgusting orgy. There were True Christians ™ on this truck singing hymns and quoting Leviticus on loud speakers! They were in the gates of Hell to pluck souls from Satan’s grasp! Yet, in my impure state I mocked them! I made fun of them and even smacked one of them upside the head with custard filled chocolate doughnut. Tears etch their path in acid on my cheeks. I am so sorry. I am sure that God will forgive me, but I may never forgive myself.
We should organize a Landover© truck for events like this, and Mardi Gras, the Kentucky Derby,
And even that satanic lollypoollooser Satan concert thing! We are warriors for Christ and we never shall forget it!
One year we decided to go see the Indy 500. I know what I am talking about. I was there and seen it with my own eyes, several times. We drove up there in the old F-150 with a topper on it and a pony keg of Miller Lite for the weekend between the 4 of us! We were ready and roaring!
To this day it pains me to recall that weekend, but I must. For the infield on the Indy 500 is Sodom and Gomorrah, the isle of Lesbos, and no telling what else rolled into one. There are 500,000 people all around the track. Beer is flowing and people blowing horns everywhere. The air is full of smoke from ten thousand grills and yells and chants like some primitive tribes gathering from afar. It’s like some gathering of the masses.
It goes on for days, drinking and drinking. The girls that attend taking off their T-shirts and waving their unhaltered mommy pillows in the breeze!!! It is a spectacle of sin!
Even Jim Neighbors sings the state anthem! Yes, NASCAR would never allow the homosexual agenda to interfere like this!
But what I am getting to is this. Yes, you spit in Jesus’ face if you visit the infield. You should in no way attend this event.
But the thing that makes me weep is what I did.
There was a flat bed truck making it’s way through this disgusting orgy. There were True Christians ™ on this truck singing hymns and quoting Leviticus on loud speakers! They were in the gates of Hell to pluck souls from Satan’s grasp! Yet, in my impure state I mocked them! I made fun of them and even smacked one of them upside the head with custard filled chocolate doughnut. Tears etch their path in acid on my cheeks. I am so sorry. I am sure that God will forgive me, but I may never forgive myself.
We should organize a Landover© truck for events like this, and Mardi Gras, the Kentucky Derby,
And even that satanic lollypoollooser Satan concert thing! We are warriors for Christ and we never shall forget it!
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