I have just never seen the like of this Troll...
On my way home from the gun shop Friday I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a loaf of bread and some simple foodstuffs that I could fix for myself while Mrs. Fore is at Landover Baptist University's medical wing being treated for the broken wrist she got from falling down the stairs.
The store was crowded and all I wanted to do was get out, but of course there were only a couple of checkout lanes open, and I just happened to be stuck in line behind a couple of queers who were apparently "married" and had a little boy in their shopping cart.
My first instinct was that the boy had been kidnapped from his real parents, and I immediately took out my cellular phone and dialed up Sheriff Richards. Stepping aside, I frantically explained that the human trafficking market had finally penetrated Freehold, and that he had to get here immediately.
I knew I had to keep the homosexuals busy until the sheriff arrived, so naturally I took out my pocket Bible and poked one of the queers on the shoulder with a Slim Jim to get his attention.
The queer turned to look at me and I quickly dropped the Slim Jim so he wouldn't think I was flirting with him.
I proudly quoted Leviticus 18:22, advising the homosexual that gay sex is a deadly sin.
The words of Satan sprang immediately from the homosexual's defiled mouth: "Why don't you go **** yourself, buddy."
Who but a sexual deviant would encourage a complete stranger to masturbate in front of their child?
I realized in this moment that it would be both a sin and a crime to allow these predators any more chances to leave the store with this little boy in their care, so I pushed the homosexual aside and lifted the innocent child from his seat in the shopping cart to get him away from the child molesters.
The little boy began shrieking and crying immediately, no doubt afraid that he would be abused, beaten, and ceaselessly raped by his "daddies" again tonight.
Both of the homosexual predators threw themselves at me, clawing and grasping and lisping for me to get my hands off their "son," but neither I nor JESUS would have any of that.
Holding the boy over my shoulder with one hand and wielding the Bible in my other, I fought my way through the checkout aisle, bravely fending off the queers and even some passersby who also jumped into the fray to stop me from doing GOD's work.
I quickly snatched a home decor magazine off the shelf and threw it at the homosexuals, hoping that it would distract them long enough for me to escape, but it didn't work.
I knew at this point I was dealing with a couple of elite operatives of the gay agenda and that my only choice was to simply run.
In an act of great personal Christian sacrifice, I left my basket of groceries on the floor and headed quickly for the exit. The homosexuals were close on my tail (like they always are) and as I was about to shove the child into the backseat of my car, I saw the blessed sight of Sheriff Richard's cruiser entering the parking lot.
He immediately drew his firearm and pointed it at the mincing predators, and of course in typical homosexual fashion, they started whining about how they were actually the victims here and how the heterosexual Christian was the one at fault.
Of course, Sheriff Richards dismissed this as the liberal, secular nonsense that it is, and I am happy to say that the child is currently being kept safe in Youth Minister Harry's house while the Sheriff's Department figures out how to dispose of the gays.
The next time somebody tries to convince you that "love is love" and that homosexuals are just like anybody else, you just go ahead and ask them why this little boy was so scared and upset at the idea of going back into custody of his homosexual abusers.
On my way home from the gun shop Friday I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a loaf of bread and some simple foodstuffs that I could fix for myself while Mrs. Fore is at Landover Baptist University's medical wing being treated for the broken wrist she got from falling down the stairs.
The store was crowded and all I wanted to do was get out, but of course there were only a couple of checkout lanes open, and I just happened to be stuck in line behind a couple of queers who were apparently "married" and had a little boy in their shopping cart.
My first instinct was that the boy had been kidnapped from his real parents, and I immediately took out my cellular phone and dialed up Sheriff Richards. Stepping aside, I frantically explained that the human trafficking market had finally penetrated Freehold, and that he had to get here immediately.
I knew I had to keep the homosexuals busy until the sheriff arrived, so naturally I took out my pocket Bible and poked one of the queers on the shoulder with a Slim Jim to get his attention.
The queer turned to look at me and I quickly dropped the Slim Jim so he wouldn't think I was flirting with him.
I proudly quoted Leviticus 18:22, advising the homosexual that gay sex is a deadly sin.
The words of Satan sprang immediately from the homosexual's defiled mouth: "Why don't you go **** yourself, buddy."
Who but a sexual deviant would encourage a complete stranger to masturbate in front of their child?
I realized in this moment that it would be both a sin and a crime to allow these predators any more chances to leave the store with this little boy in their care, so I pushed the homosexual aside and lifted the innocent child from his seat in the shopping cart to get him away from the child molesters.
The little boy began shrieking and crying immediately, no doubt afraid that he would be abused, beaten, and ceaselessly raped by his "daddies" again tonight.
Both of the homosexual predators threw themselves at me, clawing and grasping and lisping for me to get my hands off their "son," but neither I nor JESUS would have any of that.
Holding the boy over my shoulder with one hand and wielding the Bible in my other, I fought my way through the checkout aisle, bravely fending off the queers and even some passersby who also jumped into the fray to stop me from doing GOD's work.
I quickly snatched a home decor magazine off the shelf and threw it at the homosexuals, hoping that it would distract them long enough for me to escape, but it didn't work.
I knew at this point I was dealing with a couple of elite operatives of the gay agenda and that my only choice was to simply run.
In an act of great personal Christian sacrifice, I left my basket of groceries on the floor and headed quickly for the exit. The homosexuals were close on my tail (like they always are) and as I was about to shove the child into the backseat of my car, I saw the blessed sight of Sheriff Richard's cruiser entering the parking lot.
He immediately drew his firearm and pointed it at the mincing predators, and of course in typical homosexual fashion, they started whining about how they were actually the victims here and how the heterosexual Christian was the one at fault.
Of course, Sheriff Richards dismissed this as the liberal, secular nonsense that it is, and I am happy to say that the child is currently being kept safe in Youth Minister Harry's house while the Sheriff's Department figures out how to dispose of the gays.
The next time somebody tries to convince you that "love is love" and that homosexuals are just like anybody else, you just go ahead and ask them why this little boy was so scared and upset at the idea of going back into custody of his homosexual abusers.
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