I cycled home yesterday after having 2 photos printed for my first exhibition. Now, it’s not gonna be much of an exhibition, but one has to start somewhere! And my first 4 photos are soon going to be on display at the Irish pub in central Utrecht. Only men will get to see them though, because they’re gonna get shown in the toilets.
As I said, one has to start somewhere and really…it’s not like I can go downhill from here. Is it?
Anyway, I cycled home and noticed the Jehovah’s witnesses were doing their rounds. I plopped the bicycle in the backyard and hurried on in.
This is what I done:
I stripped down, wrapped a white blanket over my privates, put a large Gothic chain around my neck and wrote 666 on my chest with a marker (I know…the lengths I go just to irritate people&hellip😉. Then I put on some opera/classical music with a bit of a chant in it (god knows what it’s called) and I hid under kitchen window, peeping out to see when they would arrive. I was planning to open the door with the chanting in the background and say in a bombastic voice: “Welcome fellow pilgrims. Join me in my love fest!”
Guess what? They walked on by!!! They rang every bloody doorbell in my street besides mine. It was like someone had tipped them off…
Now, considering I was the only person who knew that I was dressed up as King bloody Herod out JC Superstar, I can only presume God told them to pass my door!
How unbelievable is this?
Why would God do such a thing? Has he no sense of humour?
So I was thinking…if God is willing to go to such lengths to ruin my day, then he must bloody exist. And since he is seemingly more than willing to lend the Jehovah’s a hand, it seems he must like them.
I reckon this is a sign from God that I too must become a Jehovah’s Witness!
I was still sat on the couch thinking this through when my girlfriend returned home from shopping (buying more useless things I might add like more DVD's on healthy living, yet another coffee making machines and half a third-world country’s library worth of books). She took one look at me, sighed pitifully and went about her merry way in the kitchen.
I think she thinks there’s something wrong with me
Originally posted by shavixmirlol! rec'ed 😛
I cycled home yesterday after having 2 photos printed for my first exhibition. Now, it’s not gonna be much of an exhibition, but one has to start somewhere! And my first 4 photos are soon going to be on display at the Irish pub in central Utrecht. Only men will get to see them though, because they’re gonna get shown in the toilets.
As I said, one has to ...[text shortened]... went about her merry way in the kitchen.
I think she thinks there’s something wrong with me
Angie 😀
Originally posted by Freddie2004Have you got any evidence in favor of the claim you recced first? I can't think of any. Then again, there's only a little (my post coupled with my general honesty and lack of mistakes 😛) to indicate I recced first. So we're at a bit of an impasse I'm afraid.
there is a difference between claiming and what actually happened and i did it first! 😀😀 HA
fred
Originally posted by shavixmirHave you ever considered the possibility that the Jehovah's Witnesses have infiltrated RHP and that they're well aware of you even without having to rely on divine intervention? All you have to do is figure out who the RHP infiltrator is. Does this go all the way to the top? I wonder...
I cycled home yesterday after having 2 photos printed for my first exhibition. Now, it’s not gonna be much of an exhibition, but one has to start somewhere! And my first 4 photos are soon going to be on display at the Irish pub in central Utrecht. Only men will get to see them though, because they’re gonna get shown in the toilets.
As I said, one has to ...[text shortened]... went about her merry way in the kitchen.
I think she thinks there’s something wrong with me
Originally posted by shavixmirGot a rec from me too. 🙂 Bloody hilareous!!
I cycled home yesterday after having 2 photos printed for my first exhibition. Now, it’s not gonna be much of an exhibition, but one has to start somewhere! And my first 4 photos are soon going to be on display at the Irish pub in central Utrecht. Only men will get to see them though, because they’re gonna get shown in the toilets.
As I said, one has to ...[text shortened]... went about her merry way in the kitchen.
I think she thinks there’s something wrong with me
~ Cheshire Cat 😀