tonight's appetizer

Fried pickles with ranch dressing, baby. Ohhhhhhh yeah. God, I haven't had these in years. So trashy but so good.

Um, yeah, I'm from the deep South. You wanna make somethin' of it?

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I'm starting to think that I'm losing my ever-loving mind. Well, OK, I started thinking that years ago, but there's something that's kinda freaking me out right now. You see, a couple of weeks ago I bought a new bookshelf stereo system for the living room. And when I glance over in its general direction, I keep thinking I see . . . Wow, this is hard to admit. OK, here it is. I think it's the speaker that I keep noticing. And I don't understand it, but I keep thinking I'm seeing my whoremonger icon. You know, this one that I made from that Jack Chick tract:



Now, here's the speaker.



You see the resemblance, right? No, me fucking neither. Not when I look at it for more than a split second. But when I look over at the TV, about half the time I see the whoremonger. It's spooking the fuck out of me.

I think God is trying to tell me something: "Don't mock Jack Chick, you silly fucker, or I WILL mess with your mind."

Speaking of Jack Chick, you Halloween revelers should probably read this tract. It might just teach you something about the path you're on. *cough*