Backpeddaling a tad.
Ok, so sue me, I am not a great story teller. Let's do a tad of history before changing camps. In reality there are no honest names given... the names I am using are the names to protect self, rather than the rath of those I am relating the tale about.
A decade ago, I became entrenched in a new venue of old religion. The group I met was rather ordinary, common, and as I was at the moment, didn't seem to have mucho dinero. I though everyone was the same as me, up and coming, trying to get a piece of the proverbial pie...error in my way #1. Everyone was easy going due to the fact there was no pot to hiss in and no window to poor it out (yes, I did a play on words intentionally). As I had learned a new word a few years prior (welfare-ite) it appeared these people or the most of them did fit this genre. Working, gaining a dollar or two, periodically I hired some of them to do errands, minor jobs and such, to help them out financially.
Getting to know people, you can more or less put aside their lack of motivation and/or ways, and form friendly laisions although not the close "come on over to my house" types. When I saw a need, and had a way, I gave things to them to improve their lives....bought shoes, gave a TV, VCR, window fans, storm doors, doors, custom made draperies, etc. I am sure you get the drift. I gave gift certificates to get shoes anonymously, and gave gifts at holidays. When there were functions, I gave door prizes and such to try to get more people to attend and have a reason to attend.......
Time goes by, years pass, and rumors begin. The Prickledick family is turning into swingers (1)yes Kevin, put your hands over your cheeks and holler. (1. Home alone.). Mama Vaginator -Prickledick wants to "beget child" - Papa Prickledick had been vasd' previously due to producing only picket fence children, and could not provide the additional juices to assist. Volunteers were asked for, to assist, and lo and behold, (2) there came on, from a Galaxy far far away, (2) Star Wars Saga.
Truth to be told, he was living with the daughter Princess of the "Mother" of the group, and therefore, provided his services (feeling some draw to Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick in the attraction department, as did the Princess have physical attraction to Ms. Prickledick). Deed be done and lo n behold, the donor then must fly away and thus, the Princess is left alone, the Prickledicks are parents and the world continues.
The child prospers (6 toes and all), the mother works, the father (minus sperm donor) runs around bring in wayfarers to save their souls, surely he feels, he is the cristos. His way to save them is via hot beef injection, group efforts, and.... well, you get the drift, I am sure. Seems there is much sharing of the holy spirit among that branch of the group...(This I did not participate in; albeit quality, quantity, personal beliefs, morality, and or was grossed out!) Though everyone know what was going on, it was not in front of the whole, so as the tenet "Harm non, do as you will" nothing was said.
Mr. Prickledick developed a liking for teenage girls - ummmmm one of his picket fence daughter's friends, to be exact, and one of the members of the group's child/step-daughter. Naturally, he bragged, got caught, and went afore the divine board to ask forgiveness. New word will be inserted here, for general clarity. Pedophile! During the moment (brief) of wanting to run right, he went for help, telling the MD he felt he was a Pedophile, the doctor blew him off (not in the literal sense of the way the story is running). He was asked to not join in with any (3) reindeer games (3) group meetings and rituals due to his great offense... (yeh, right)....
A few years passed, Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick decided she wanted another heir to the throne. Since the Great Jedi had flown away, the search began for a new candidate. The Princess was even involved in taking surveys on whom could assist and take care of the dirty deed. Bars were surfed, gatherings were surveyed.... and on the horizon, there comes Mr. Pukespewer came into town. Happenstance unsure, he bequeathed his loins, with the Princess's blessing. Since the Princess was enamored with Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick, she surely was the cheering squad, the monitor of Ejaculatory Cumuppance; however, the job could not be fulfilled.
Lo and behold, the Princess fell in love with Mr. Pukespewer and they married. Now, the family included the Mother, the Princess, and Mr. Pukespewer, in one happy family. I'd have been proud to have had Mr. Pukespewer in MY family, (yeh, right) NOT!
Miracles Happen! Apparently the Prickledick family was called away to stay with family members, so they left town. The group began to heal, slowly. Oh, many sang Ms. Prickledick's praises, for her gentle ways of loving children. Bla Bla Bla....
Mr. Pukespewer began trying to infiltrate into his royal position with less than any respectability. A few times, he addressed the folds as "Mother'Focas" - and I am sure any dullard can read between the lines on THAT term. Yet, the Royal Family could not understand why no one was impressed with him..... When the Gypsy Queen confronted him on this negative behavior, the queen announced she would be pitched from the group, as alhtough her son-in-law had faults, he was family now, and no disparring remarks would be allowed.
Later boys and girls, we will pick up with Smelly ock Sheath
A decade ago, I became entrenched in a new venue of old religion. The group I met was rather ordinary, common, and as I was at the moment, didn't seem to have mucho dinero. I though everyone was the same as me, up and coming, trying to get a piece of the proverbial pie...error in my way #1. Everyone was easy going due to the fact there was no pot to hiss in and no window to poor it out (yes, I did a play on words intentionally). As I had learned a new word a few years prior (welfare-ite) it appeared these people or the most of them did fit this genre. Working, gaining a dollar or two, periodically I hired some of them to do errands, minor jobs and such, to help them out financially.
Getting to know people, you can more or less put aside their lack of motivation and/or ways, and form friendly laisions although not the close "come on over to my house" types. When I saw a need, and had a way, I gave things to them to improve their lives....bought shoes, gave a TV, VCR, window fans, storm doors, doors, custom made draperies, etc. I am sure you get the drift. I gave gift certificates to get shoes anonymously, and gave gifts at holidays. When there were functions, I gave door prizes and such to try to get more people to attend and have a reason to attend.......
Time goes by, years pass, and rumors begin. The Prickledick family is turning into swingers (1)yes Kevin, put your hands over your cheeks and holler. (1. Home alone.). Mama Vaginator -Prickledick wants to "beget child" - Papa Prickledick had been vasd' previously due to producing only picket fence children, and could not provide the additional juices to assist. Volunteers were asked for, to assist, and lo and behold, (2) there came on, from a Galaxy far far away, (2) Star Wars Saga.
Truth to be told, he was living with the daughter Princess of the "Mother" of the group, and therefore, provided his services (feeling some draw to Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick in the attraction department, as did the Princess have physical attraction to Ms. Prickledick). Deed be done and lo n behold, the donor then must fly away and thus, the Princess is left alone, the Prickledicks are parents and the world continues.
The child prospers (6 toes and all), the mother works, the father (minus sperm donor) runs around bring in wayfarers to save their souls, surely he feels, he is the cristos. His way to save them is via hot beef injection, group efforts, and.... well, you get the drift, I am sure. Seems there is much sharing of the holy spirit among that branch of the group...(This I did not participate in; albeit quality, quantity, personal beliefs, morality, and or was grossed out!) Though everyone know what was going on, it was not in front of the whole, so as the tenet "Harm non, do as you will" nothing was said.
Mr. Prickledick developed a liking for teenage girls - ummmmm one of his picket fence daughter's friends, to be exact, and one of the members of the group's child/step-daughter. Naturally, he bragged, got caught, and went afore the divine board to ask forgiveness. New word will be inserted here, for general clarity. Pedophile! During the moment (brief) of wanting to run right, he went for help, telling the MD he felt he was a Pedophile, the doctor blew him off (not in the literal sense of the way the story is running). He was asked to not join in with any (3) reindeer games (3) group meetings and rituals due to his great offense... (yeh, right)....
A few years passed, Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick decided she wanted another heir to the throne. Since the Great Jedi had flown away, the search began for a new candidate. The Princess was even involved in taking surveys on whom could assist and take care of the dirty deed. Bars were surfed, gatherings were surveyed.... and on the horizon, there comes Mr. Pukespewer came into town. Happenstance unsure, he bequeathed his loins, with the Princess's blessing. Since the Princess was enamored with Ms. Vaginator-Prickledick, she surely was the cheering squad, the monitor of Ejaculatory Cumuppance; however, the job could not be fulfilled.
Lo and behold, the Princess fell in love with Mr. Pukespewer and they married. Now, the family included the Mother, the Princess, and Mr. Pukespewer, in one happy family. I'd have been proud to have had Mr. Pukespewer in MY family, (yeh, right) NOT!
Miracles Happen! Apparently the Prickledick family was called away to stay with family members, so they left town. The group began to heal, slowly. Oh, many sang Ms. Prickledick's praises, for her gentle ways of loving children. Bla Bla Bla....
Mr. Pukespewer began trying to infiltrate into his royal position with less than any respectability. A few times, he addressed the folds as "Mother'Focas" - and I am sure any dullard can read between the lines on THAT term. Yet, the Royal Family could not understand why no one was impressed with him..... When the Gypsy Queen confronted him on this negative behavior, the queen announced she would be pitched from the group, as alhtough her son-in-law had faults, he was family now, and no disparring remarks would be allowed.
Later boys and girls, we will pick up with Smelly ock Sheath
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