I have one wife and as yet she hasn't borne me any sons, a fact which leaves me sorely vexed. I know that this is punishment from the Lord as a result of my lack of dedication to the literal truth of his word, yet she reckons I'm talking in riddles. Even after I've taken the birch to her unclean flesh

I've never molested a bar of soap with any implement whatsoever and the only aspect of this great land I might want to escape is the regular cupping of my Pastors testicles every time I take an oath, for;
(Genesis 24:2)"And Abraham said unto his eldest servant of his house, that ruled over all that he had, Put, I pray thee, thy hand under my thigh"
It's gotten so bad recently that I've extended my sessions of self-flagellation to over three hours per night in the hope that I may help lift the stain from their souls, though it does nothing for the stains on my shirts
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