So my neighbor Billy is a great guy. I hope that he never thinks my "Billy Stories" are meant to disparage him. Labor day weekend we sat around drinking beers and eating burgers from the grill. After showing me his Hot Wheels collection, he started telling me about how short the mass was on Saturday.
Hurricane Isaac had knocked out power to the surrounding area, so church had to be held in the gymnasium. On a typical Saturday Billy brings his wife and MiL to church, but he waits in the car because he doesn't believe in all that "voodoo bullshit." But this was different, this time he participated by directing traffic to the auditorium where mass was held.
As Billy puts it, the people would drive up and he would say:
Billy: "park over there, church is in the auditorium today"
Churchgoer: "is there AC?"
Billy: "nope!"
Then each churchgoer would swing the car around and promptly leave, skipping church. Billy wants to know "what are they going to do when they get to hell?"
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