We have been so busy LOLing and WTFing over Donald Trump's attack on John McCain for being a fake war hero, with his weak-assed POWing, because Trump "like[s] people that weren’t captured," that we almost forgot to tell you some of the other hilarity of Trump's weekend. Almost.
did you mean trump's treasure is the nation's?
I don't know, but "Presbyterians" is an anagram of "Britney Spears."
When Luther urged people to sin boldly, I don't think he had fools like Trump in mind. Probably Dr Martinus would have torn Trump a new asshole, journalistically.
Grape juice and cut up cubes of bread at the Presbyterian church I went to as a youngster forever ago...no wine, no fancy crackers, and we didn't call it "holy communion" either. Either he's too busy looking at his phone to notice what he's putting in his mouth, or he's going to the wrong church. Most likely though, a Catholic gave him those crib notes. Because Trump is full of crap.
"My little wine and cracker" oh the piety and reverence! Sounds more like he's confusing communion with happy hour.
Can I request that you include YOOOOOGE in every headline about this idiot? I laugh out loud every time I read it, and since the world sucks, I need every giggle I can get.
That's the dream ticket, right there.
I was a failed alter boy, got fired by the head nun, who was yes, a full penguin dresser. Priests passed the dirty work to her. I did not appreciate 6:30 AM mass and my paper route enough.So there is a God, and he turned out to be Hobie Alter.Bottoms Up! fellow former ataboys.
Invisible Pink Unicorn (may Her holy hooves never be shod!) libel!
So, matzohs and a little sip Manischewitz?
In this case, The Donald would want to make sure that God was right with HIM first.
Also "Briny Pets Ear" and "Artery Be Nips"!
Of course. It's very Christian. Just like my Mom would take the leftover mashed potatoes from Sunday dinner and repackage them as potato pancakes for Monday dinner. I was out of college before I realized that I had grown up eating Jewish latkas, ogten with a pork chop, but still had never met a real Jew. Except, of course, the man and his sister who owned this great bakery in my small town of 5,000. He had a number tatooed on his forearm, but no one ever mentioned he was a Jew. The discussion, always short, was he had been a prisoner in WWII, end of discussion.
Low carb communion wafers! With half the calories of regular communion wafers. Try new "Jesus Lite" baked, not fried!
"I Can't Believe It's Not Jesus!"