To the highest heaven praise the winds that blow his name asunder!
To the four thunders, I charge ye- tell him he has a friend in me and I in him and we abundantly sing glory to glory of eternity to eternity the riches of graces.
Graces abound on the faces his children, like my dear neighbors Glenda, Ford, Mason, Elenor, Dixie and Thomas, who, without a doubt is glorified in his spirit and Sabrina… Oh… Heavenly mimosa!! What am I on??
I haven’t even mentioned God yet! Or anyone who is real.
That is a love crime.
Oh you crafty devil outta Georgia and VooDoo land…
I will get my revenge from sky power! Blaspheme not the holy putout of ballet and such… Speak ye not of Hellsinki. Sock-stinky Hellsinki poodoo waba-Wanda’s ding do gotta go ho did duty son.
I just lost my salvation. Mercy to you suffering young man. You did not. Neither did I. I was just talking and thinking clean thot. Bless yomama even ifn you ain’t liken her a bit. Bless yo daddy.
Pray for money to give it away. Redefine “gay” as doe-doe bird person. When theta hem and haw don’t give them yo craw. Look at a bar as a medical infusion center for low life nuts. Praise Jesus, but when you DO, please shut UP.
Glory mag ominous Maximus teal faze high five yo dignity shaddup chunk buddy rowdy sexy back hymnal free pleasurable flowers of MAY. In October.
Madea’s religious sister,
ps. I’m sorry. I had wine at church. Church is in my kitchen. With my cat Dooger. He is Satan. No he just looks like a demon boy. Lord never said don use name of devil in vain… He jus say no calling the devil names like tricky honeysuckles or bedazzled of his or parader of pimpitudes. Yesssss.