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Gay Pastor His Lesbian Wife Are Heads of Church

Most often when couples attend church today in modern times they look to get spiritually fed. While doing some evangelism one day the local church “Tabernacle of Praise Pentecostal Worship Center” located in Cleveland Ohio was out in our neighborhood doing some evangelism. My wife and I had a very nice conversation with a couple of female members so they invited us out to church. Later that week before we made it to church my wife and I both was thinking that there was something wrong with these women, but we could not put our finger on it. We never talk negative about people, but these ladies were something else. The Sunday morning we arrive it was getting clear to us that this church was more accepting than most churches. In front of the church, men was hanging all over men, some was flaming some was very masculine. My wife noticed the same thing about the women, some them was looking like dudes, and some were very beautiful. We get inside, we both look at each other and say “What The Fuck” have we gotten our self involved in with this want to be Christians. This shit is not normal the entire church was either Gay, Lesbian, Trans-sexual, or other, meaning a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Hell the man that stood up to do the praise and worship had a “Fucking Skirt” on with a thong on. His little sweet ass was song about 3 songs, but by the time he was finished with the 3^rd song he was filled with something, but is was definitely not “The Holy Ghost”. My wife and I had never in all of our years of going to church seen no shit like this. Now after this “Brother” finished his praise and worship, and after he said “Ushering The Spirit of God” in this place, I just bowed my head shaking it, and mumbling, O’Lawd” in my Bernie Mac voice, his ass “Ushered In” some bad spirits, more than what was already in there. The message on this day was entitled “Accept Your Unique Life”. In the end instead of my wife had a conversation, and we understand that this church was formed to help the transgender men and women function in modern society. Old ways in the old days are just like modern times, “The Jury” is still out on how so call Christian’s treat people with unique lifestyles.

Yes, the Bible speaks against homosexuality, just like it talks about other sins also. I feel we must continue to pray for this world as a hold, and never stop. If God would treat us like “Mankind” we all would be in a bad place. The next time you some of these unbalanced folks put there mouth on someone with “An Issue” they should look deep inside themselves and pray for themselves to think differently about judging their fellow man.

True Friends Do They Exist? What Type Are you?

The word “Friend” has many connotations, some may be a traditional “Friend” they will be there in many life changing events no matter the cost. Yet on the other hand you have friends that are: 

FUCK FRIENDS:   Are Friends that fuck with emotions coming from one side of the so called friendship. You see in the beginning of this type of friendship both parties have had a conversation that they would not catch feelings after they both agree to start fucking. But you and I know that once the clothes come off, that pussy and that dick is not the same friend he or she was before you fucked and bust that nut.  Even if they said they should not have done it, the rules of engagement change. The magnetism between them is forever visible.  Sometimes the woman catches the feelings, and sometimes it’s the man. You can always tell the rules of the game have changed if the other party gets jealous when the opposite sex or even that sex comes around…..Have you fucked your friend?  Don't lie on your Dick or your Pussy

KISSING FRIENDS:   Kissing friends are friends that have been around each other so they see each other they kiss and embrace just like couples in relationships. The kissing go from just pecks on the lips to tongues trying to pull the other one’s tonsils out. We all know that kissing friends turn into FUCK FRIENDS most often…….Are you kissing your best friend, and think that shit is OK? Does it feel good?

SMOOCHING FRIENDS:   Now the smooching friends get in bed together naked as hell, they shower together, they rub oil on each other. They are so comfortable with one another, but they never fuck. The good part about a friend you smooch with is that you can suck, lick, rub, blow, grind, cook, do laundry go to the movies with no commitment, now that is a dream friendship/relationship. Can you imagine getting everything but penetration? Some “Smoocher’s” will go as far as having anal sex or strap on toys to keep from crossing that line…….Are you smooching with your friends, same sex or opposite sex.

BEST FRIEND:  There is “NO SUCH THING”. If you really want to see if someone is your best friend try them with temptation. Temp your friend with some juicy information about you. Also try and temp them with money, your car. Don’t make the test to obvious but make that bait nice and juicy.

In the end if your friend is a Fuck Buddy, Kissing Friend, and even smooching you have one of these we have described above. Now evaluate which one best describes you.

"Vagional and Body Secretions of the East"

"Vaginal and Body Secretions of the East", my thoughts often turn to how fine the women are and how they smell. And then I don't feel like eating dinner, what the hell.  In my day I've smelled fishy cunts, skunky cunts, yeasty cunts, pissy cunts, sweaty cunts...too many cunts, probably. I've inhaled membrane-withering lungfuls of toxic twatfumes from vaginas that looked like rats dipped in Vaseline. I've borne witness to a stomach-pumping surfeit of swollen, bloody, scabby, mucus-spewing snatches. Too much oozing, malodorous cunt caviar, too many hairy hornet's nests of chickstink. And yet the self-appointed voices of reason assure me that "once you get past the smell, you've got it licked." How the fuck do you get past the smell?

Although the estrus-crazed arbiters of politeness would have us believe it's only a misogynistic myth, the existence of rank-smelling females seems to be a staple of all cultures' folklore. Most world religions-and rightly so-espouse some notion of women as "unclean." When angered, a foul-mouthed Chinaman is likely to yelp, "Tiu nia ma chow hai!" ("Fuck your mom's smelly cunt!") at anyone within earshot of his eggroll stand. Reflecting the same sort of vaginal ageism, the French have observed, "Les conasses des femmes âgeé avez une odeur mauvaise." ("Old ladies' cunts stink.")

And though it's not considered polite conversation amid mixed company, most of us are aware of the distasteful folkloric scuttlebutt surrounding repugnant vaginal aromas.  As a child, you most likely heard the cruel schoolyard jibes about "hot tuna." You've probably also groaned at the juvenile proverb which states that there are two things in this world that smell like fish, one of them being fish. You may have even encountered the puerile poem about the "seven wise men" who created the vagina: "Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell/He threw in a fish and gave it a smell." Even pudendal pseudonyms such as "the bearded oyster" hint at some level of olfactory displeasure.

From what I've been told, some men actually like the smell. Some men enjoy watching their corn-kerneled shit swirl down the toilet, too.  Some men like having their scrotal sacs nailed to sheetrock-what's your point? Ooh, that smell. The first thing you're likely to sniff in this wretched life is a deep, sobbing lungful of your mother's afterbirth, yet that memory is usually too distant and traumatic to ever have a hope of salvaging.  But after one passes the Age of Reason, you aren't likely to forget the full-frontal face-slap of a rancid pussy, even after extensive psychotherapy. And, if you're like me, your first indelible whiff of it came via an older friend's manual digit in the eternal tradition of "Hey, man, smell my finger." Now isn’t that some stinky shit.

But perhaps the worst pussy I ever had the displeasure of smelling was attached to an alarmingly overweight woman of  South central, extraction with whom I shacked up during a period when my self-esteem was dangerously low. Once you got past the rolls and rolls of stretchmarked hog fat, there lay her bedraggled pussy, crowned with a sparse reddish thorn bush. Her cunt looked like a fat slice of ham swimming in white gravy. Her crotch was a boiling fumarole of noxious emissions, a stinking puddle of snatch-slop. Her discharges were colored a sickly silver, with the gloppy consistency of herring sauce. The smells which emerged from between her bloated, floppy legs ranged from rotted onion to burnt crab to odors which were so fetid, I must force myself to stop thinking of them lest I scream.  But I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.  It's not my intent to have you believe that ALL women stink.  No, I've encountered clean cunts before. In fact, I'm married to one.

Almost a decade ago, the skanky pussies disappeared into my nightmares like the cheap R Rated-movie monsters they were. I met a woman of Hebraic ancestry whose nether regions bore no stomach-souring smells. I promptly wed her. Ten years of fish-free connubial bliss. Our secret to a successful marriage? No vaginal odor. Her cunt smells about the same as my wrist-not at all. She was born with the Unscented brand of pussy. The li'l Jewgirl's got good bacteria. I'm blessed.

But, being the civic-minded feller I am, I started to worry about the other pussies-the less-fortunate ones. What about them? Why do some gals stink, while others remain odor--free--free, indeed, to laugh, to love, to cuddle?

I'm a man who sees a problem with Pussies across America--a man who wants to fix the issues with women’s for the many men they will share their lil beavers with over their lifetime.  My purpose isn't to offend the few clean-smelling women out there with the crude suggestion that EVERY vagina in the USA gushes with foul, gelatinous, swordfishlike discharges.

Only far too many of them,  I do feel, way down in my nose hairs, that this country faces a Cunt Crisis: Our streets are littered with good girls-honest girls-walking around smelling like octopii. Vaginal odor ruins romance and fosters much distrust between the sexes. Few things dampen an amorous male's affection more than the rank, odiferous stench of a woman who has degraded herself through poor hygienic practices. Many bright, well-meaning gals have seen their love lives dashed to pieces because their genitals' pungency suggested unhealthful habits and debauchery. Can these women be saved? Sure, but first they must be scrubbed. And disinfected. And schooled in methods of blunting their natural offensiveness.

To understand vaginal odor, you must first understand the vagina itself. The foul truth is that every woman carries a potential stink-bomb between her legs. 

Now check your Pussy if you smell it then you should think why do I stink?