Originally posted by Dr. Anthony J. Toole
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Sitting, minding my own business, the Song "God Has His Grip on Me" was going through my head. As I was bearing down and grunting, I was tapping my foot to the beat.
The next thing I knew, a man in the stall next to me slid his foot over and was nudging mine. So I asked him "What do you want, a helping hand?" as I was expecting that perhaps he was out of paper.
Well, suddenly the door to the stall burst open and there were FBI (You know they loiter in men's rooms all the time) with guns drawn!
The rest of the days events are a blurr and needless to say, I missed my connecting flight. Jesus did ensure my luggage made it to my desitnation safely.

It was disgusting and an affront to the purity of Jesus.
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