Helliday tidings? On a Sunday?! By all means! It’s the Lord’s day, after all, and my pal, Karen, was good enough to change her sign for this, the holiest day of the week. Enjoy.
Karen’s yard. Walnut Street, Harrisburg. 9:42 AM. December 19, 2010.
In case you can’t make that out, it reads, “Blessed is the fruit of your womb,” accompanied by some fine snowflakes, what with it being the holiday season. Apparently this comes from Deuteronomy 28:4, which I know only because I understand how Google works.
Thank you, Karen, for blessing the shit out of wombs everywhere, you hatemongering fucktard!
Until tomorrow, have at it, you vultures!