Hmmm... Jesus-people.
At the weekend I was having a quiet wander through Bristol, in the sunshine, with my girlfriend.
Excellent.

Then we stumbled across a herd of Jesus People.
Who had a megaphone.
And were singing.

Bit annoying, they're clogging up the whole street. And if I wanted to sing in the street through a megaphone about my magic imaginary friend, I'd likely get arrested.

So... I bit my lip and carried on.

Then one of 'em shoves a Jesus-flyer into my hand. Didn't ask or offer, he grabbed my damn wrist and put it in my hand.
I gave him it back, kinda firmly, saying "No thanks."

He looked like he'd just walked in on me fucking his dead mother, and said "But it's JESUS..."

I frowned and replied "Yep... That's the problem."
Then we walked off.
Stupid Jesus-People.

Er... That wasn't meant to turn into a full-blown story, sorry.
( Cawl, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 9:31, Reply)