Are you damned?
Are You Damned?
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As a side note, I am so damned. I cursed out the Southern Baptists today and suggested out loud to no one in particular that they can go Cheney themselves. The reason was appropriately shallow. I attempted to purchase a bottle of wine with the food today at 11:30 AM. I thought I would go to the store early and get the shopping for dinner out of the way. I was politely reminded that on Sundays it is illegal to buy alcohol before noon. (This is a law that was enacted to snottily remind us that we are supposed to be in church. Fuck that. I used to work downtown and I can tell you that the piety of the legislators who write these types of laws is only outstripped by their drunkeness.) Walking to my car, I muttered the damning words and then snickered when I remembered that as bad as it sucks to not have wine with dinner because of these meddling fucktards, at least I am not in church.