[JennyD]

Brothers and Sisters, I met a little emo girl on my street today. She was very sad and crying. I asked her what was wrong.

She wailed, "I don't remember if it's across the road, or down the street!" Well, it was obvious! Her mommy had sent her to the store, perhaps for a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter, and she'd gotten lost in her drug- and self-pity-induced haze.

Well, since there clearly wasn't a shop across the road from us, I told her to go down the street, following it closely, until she reached the very end. There, she would find what she was looking for.

Before leaving her, I handed her a Chick Tract telling her how Jesus hates Goths and Emos, and they will all burn in Hell.

Have you ever had the opportunity to offer a little emo or goth some healthy guidance? What did you say or do?