Sunday Morning at the Neighborhood Drugstore
Before It’s Too Late: A Tour of Picturesque Penises
“Which side are you on?” Sharon yells. I’m stuck for an answer. I’m for peace. I’m for human rights. Which side is that?
Being a Christian on Easter Sunday is embarrassing enough. Must we have a tacky TV Passion zooming in on the nail wounds in super-slo-mo instant replay?