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[oseopixie]

6:30am. I'm at work. I have the satellite radio set to the 50s and 60s station. There's this big thuggish-looking dude standing by the door between the front room, and the other room, singing and dancing along with the music. I giggle. Then I notice that he's smoking, and I go up and tell him that he can't smoke in that section. He puts it

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[allanc]

I found that story both amusing and worrying.

[elf_groupie]

He must think you are some force of unstoppable evil. I mean, "Please don't take my Jesus' sunshine away."

That's a downright plea. That weirdo is practically begging you not to remove Jesus.

And, according to Christianity, the fucking Devil couldn't take that away. Therefore, you must be even more powerful than that. (I knew I picked out awesome people to be friends with.)

Which means that his plea of song and reading probably wouldn't be effective against your impending reign of evil, seeing as that wouldn't deter a garden-variety poltergeist, let alone the Devil, let alone a being more powerful than the Devil.

[oseopixie]

Nice.

[bluecatahoula]

Ok, so I totally thought he was hitting on you at first, which would be totally bizarre, and I also got hit on by a bible-loving gangster today.

Weird.

[oseopixie]

Clearly we are connected on some sort of cosmic being-hit-on level.

Go us!

[doctor_duck]

There are no words.

[oseopixie]

Sure there are! Try harder!!