Hey, that wasn’t mascara running down her cheeks, it was the blood of those naive followers of Jesus, who she hoodwinked and scammed out of their money, while reassuting them ignorance was the way forward.
No tears for Tammy Faye, puh-lease- save it for someone worthy. But everyone should feel free to dance on this fucking cunt’s grave.
I once saw Chuy in a taco, but after examining it closely turns out it was just birdshit from one of the many pigeons flying overhead. Does it still qualify as a gen-u-wine religious experience? Yes- as much as anything Tammy Faye or her ex-con (and dead) ex-husband ever offered anyone. (Still, they had as much a rightful claim on the Chuy guy as the paedo-loving pontiff does. Or me. Or you.)
Chuy is magickal! Step right up and be blessed by Chuy! Recommended donation only ten-percent!
Too bad there isn’t a hell for her to experience deserved Bosch-like pleasures such as: having her flesh peeled like an orange and being forced to watch having had her eyelids removed, or, removing her organs and having them force-fed to her. Pass the ketchup pleas-s-s-se!
I’d buy that pay-per-view for a dollar!