Talk about irony of

ironies! Went to visitation at the church on Tuesday night and whom did the pastor assign to me? That’s right, the cliche’ throwin, Bible verse spoutin’ guy that closed his Bible in disgust during class on Sunday. Haha, I’m still laughing about that. So, anyways, Pop and I visited him and his wife, laughing inside the whole time. He was watching one of the tele-evangelists, I think it might have been Rod something. He seemed to think that should impress me, that he would be watching religion when someone came by unannounced. But that’s okay, I got him back and right between the eyes. I just kind of mentioned that I (you know, with a devout, holy voice) didn’t watch television at all. Well, you should have seen him trying to spin that one, you know, well, all television is bad but I only watch religious programming. Hahaha, I can still see his face. Of course, I failed to mention that my not watching television has nothing to do my faith, just my time. Good stuff.

So, anyways, the visit went fine, the Popster told them that God would be bankrupt if we were the only church in town and good luck finding their new home. When we got back to the car, he asked when the guy decided he was so holy. Doubt that we’ll see them again, although the guy needs help bad. It would suck to be that holy.

Speaking of television, been thinkin’, now that I don’t have cable internet, perhaps I should get satellite television. It’s pretty good except when it rains. Late.