(Yes I know it’s not technically summer yet. Humor me.)
Aren’t religious people sad? Frumpy, dowdy, angry, scoldy and sanctimonious. Full of hatred, judgmentalism and anger.
Why can’t we … help them? We are fun, witty, stylish, and big-tent! (Again; humor me.) They need to be more like us!
Can we make them gay? Can we help them “catch the gay?” Can we perhaps use chemtrails? Can we slip into their beds at night and tickle their frenulums (frenula?) like they’ve never been tickled before? Can our lesbionic sisters grease up the strap on and lend a hand?
Wouldn’t the world be a better place if the southern gay convention voted to gayify the evangelicals?
Let’s go, Brandon!