I especially enjoyed the "if his prostate was bothering him, you sure couldn't tell by his expression in the picture!" bits.
Reminds me of my mother's church back in the early 90's: young, charasmatic minister, lots of energy and excitement as the church grew rapidly. At one point Red and I were forced to attend a service (Mom wanted to be seen with "Her Sons"), and the minister, whose nickname I kid you not was 'Woody', started talking about a time he was staying at his beachfront apartment in Miami Beach, counseling a troubled young man. Red looked at me, shook her head and said, "That guy is gay and has a thing for teenagers."
My mother did not take to this idea very kindly and rabidly defended 'Woody'. But when said minister was confronted with evidence that he'd been seeing more than one minor during his stay there...whole different story, shall we say?
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Date: 2013-03-15 02:19 pm (UTC)Reminds me of my mother's church back in the early 90's: young, charasmatic minister, lots of energy and excitement as the church grew rapidly. At one point Red and I were forced to attend a service (Mom wanted to be seen with "Her Sons"), and the minister, whose nickname I kid you not was 'Woody', started talking about a time he was staying at his beachfront apartment in Miami Beach, counseling a troubled young man. Red looked at me, shook her head and said, "That guy is gay and has a thing for teenagers."
My mother did not take to this idea very kindly and rabidly defended 'Woody'. But when said minister was confronted with evidence that he'd been seeing more than one minor during his stay there...whole different story, shall we say?