life imitates art
I'm heading for the end of fleshflutter's The incestuous courtship of the antichrist's bride which, btw, you should all go read immediately, and there's a knock at the door. I live waaaaaaaaaay out in the country. If someone's knocking at my door it usually means they're in the ditch or the neighbour's cattle are standing on my front lawn.
Nope. It's a Jehovah's Witness and -- this is trufax, I swear it -- she hands me a flier for a lecture they're having on the weekend. The name of the lecture:
How Can You Survive the End of the World?
I started to laugh and every time I tried to say something, I just laughed harder. She backed away. Finally, she smiled weakly and said, "Hope to see you there." and headed for the car.
Sam Winchester and fleshflutter may have just taken me off the JW's "polite enough to bother" list.
Thank you.
And I'm still giggling.
Nope. It's a Jehovah's Witness and -- this is trufax, I swear it -- she hands me a flier for a lecture they're having on the weekend. The name of the lecture:
How Can You Survive the End of the World?
I started to laugh and every time I tried to say something, I just laughed harder. She backed away. Finally, she smiled weakly and said, "Hope to see you there." and headed for the car.
Sam Winchester and fleshflutter may have just taken me off the JW's "polite enough to bother" list.
Thank you.
And I'm still giggling.