252. Chuck Pelto:
You got burned and turned out on the stereotyping thing-a-ma-jigaboo, didn’t you, deacon? Yeah, ya did. It’s OK. Nobody’s perfect, unless you count some wag from 2,000 years ago, the same wag you so consistently disappoint with your ping pong morality. Better to admit your failings than to assign them to someone else . . . and on the sabbath no less. I suggest you find another methodology, one that isn’t so blatantly blasphemous. Remember, God is watching . . . and he knows how to read, too. I don’t think he’s a fan of your particular kind of fiction.
And now, the passing of the plate. And please, no prune pits this time, Chuck.





