Well, folks, I’ve had a change of heart. Forget all that nonsense about not imposing my religious beliefs on others. Let’s just say it all together: Praise the Lord NOW!
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Feministe needed a laugh today.
Jesus may be just all right with you, but can you handle the wardrobe?
Sinners all. Leviticus is quite clear about the blending of fibers.
Damn. The outfits were the best part!
That had me giggling for a good three minutes.
I’ve seen some of these before in various “worst album covers” collections, but they still get me every time. I’m agog.