Disappointed that the chorus of "Blood! Blood! Blood!" never quite came.
everything is terrible seems intent on reminding me how awful my childhood was.
I went to see this guy at a church when I was a kid. Nice guy!
Then again, he was a nice guy who was using doughnuts to teach kids the truth of the sole surviving Roman mystery religion.
Ah, well. Was Christ the jelly-filled doughnut? Those were always my favorites.
Well, it's not the trimorphic Protennoia. Granted, jelly is the perfect Glory, but you can see it leaking out of the doughnut, so it's not the immeasurable Invisible One who is hidden. There was no transfer of my love of jelly, so it can't be Gnosis, either.
Man, I want a doughnut right about now.
The aprons don't tell you what the aprons hold, but what kind of people are wearing them.
That donut was speaking in tongues.
Also, the blood of Jesus is apparently currency. You can apparently buy and sell children in a Jesus blood based economy.
So they run a store that makes talking doughnuts, which they sell to customers who will eat said talking doughnuts. And everyone involved, even the talking doughnuts themselves, are A-OK with this arrangement.
No, wait, they run a store that "repairs" garbage doughnuts for selling to customers at reduced rates. That makes even more sense.
Also I'm pretty sure those kids are lip-syncing.
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At this rate, that wall on the Mexican border will never be finished.
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He shed his blood for us! (chuckling laughter)
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