A Second Reading According to the Gospel of Fosters

11-9-2008


I took it easy last night anticipation for today. After all, today is Sunday, and that means going to Church. The group of Wisconsinites heard of the escapade Luke, Kallie, and I had a few Sunday's ago and now wanted a taste. Chad, Kim and I walked our way to Camden, which is just a few blocks walk from MTH and stopped to enjoy three beers with the highest alcohol content we could find.




As usual the pews (a.k.a. dance floor) were full. The congregation (drunk people in their 20s) sang (yelled) hymns (pop songs) of praise (party hits).


The body (a stripper) and blood (beer) was shared with all to unite us as one. The priest (comedian) used lessons (jokes) to show us the way to the truth (the toilet).




Some were even more moved by the service than others. These gentlemen were so entranced, they turned smurf.











Some of the Wisconsin ladies were so moved they converted to nuns of the church as they joined almost every lady in the room on stage for one last drunken dance.






Wow, this is the most sacrilegious thing, I've ever written....do take it lightly.

Following Church, we had our Sunday Brunch at a little hookah bar in Camden. Then around 7:00pm, I rested (passed out).