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Fantastic word game

Keg parties and one night stands aren't subjects I typically hear bein' spoken on from the Padre's pulpit, but maybe they oughta be.

Sure 'nuff got my eyebrows raised, I'll tell you what.
 
They oughta be part of a fire and brimstone sermon delivered next Sunday to the congregation who might be shocked at hearing some of the details of my younger years which were spent living a life of sin and debauchery.

"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new". - 2 Corinthians 5:17

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A life of sin and debauchery nets one a house built on the sand.

I reckon that's discussed in Matthew, somewhere 'round the 7th chapter.
 
The sand around the Listener Lodge is in the form of anthills, the constantly busy occupants of which, regardless of their debauchery-free existence, nevertheless face their final judgment in the form of a stomping shoe or a spraying insecticide can every time I catch them inside being nuisances.

Meek they may be, but they'd never inherit any earth from me if I have anything to say about it.
 
Nuisances in the work place is one of the reasons why I have a stress ball on my desk, which, by the way, works much better when you throw it at the person instead of just squeezing it in your hand.
 
Any time of day is good fer an ice cold Miller Lite tallboy from the Yeti cooler.

Might as well have a couple while yer at it, I always say.
 
That fizzy, bubbly sensation is one o' the primary reasons why you never pick up any o' those scantily-clad ladies meanderin' 'round the parkin' lot at the local truck stop.
 
A horrible reputation he had fer bein' rather dirty, Pigpen, nevertheless, refused to take a bath no matter how many squiggly lines danced around him.
 
Around him, meaning the redneck, and into his brain were strange voices whispering "Use italics, rose, use italics," and for some reason, he obeyed.

Three demerits, pending the results of his cognitive test.
 
Actions such as his are not specifically mentioned in the Bible, as far as I know, but I'd expect a man of the cloth such as yourself would be better equipped to further enlighten us.

The Old Testament (or Ol' Testament, as Texans like to say) is in my comfort zone, but I have been know to crack open the New (or Newfangled -- again, as they say in Tyler) Testament to see what you new creatures are up to.
 
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Post Malone (or is it Jelly Roll, or both?) has a cross tattooed on his face, so I can tell whichever one he is is a Christian, in much the same way that I can tell you are because you quote freely from the NT, and I thought I could tell you are a man of the cloth because that Lone Star feller in the 10-gallon hat calls you Padre, but nothing is ever as it seems, is it?
 


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