"I am your singing Preach-o-Gram..."

(Well, he didn't sing really.)

I suck because I'm just getting around to posting this today.

So.

Last Friday, everyone was gathered at my hizzouse for the weekly FNS painfest. We were in the middle of watching "Invasion of the Bee but most of them were Cs and Ds and DDs Girls" when there was a knock on the door.

Now, keep in mind, it's not at all unusual for our friends to just drop by our house. Really. Folks just show up. We love that, because we love hanging out with our friends above just about anything. Especially on a Friday.

So, I didn't think anything of saying, "Come on in," when I heard zee knock.

Much to my suprise, it wasn't one of our buddies, but an attractive bald, black man who poked his head in the door to inform us that it wasn't too late to accect Jesus into our hizzearts (well, he didn't really say "hizzearts, but wouldn't that have been the BEST?), and that he was going to pray for us.

He proceeds to pray.

... >_< ... O_o ... o_O ... >_< ... O_O ...

and various other looks from the group.

I was so stunned that I just said, "thank you" in that polite get-the-fuck-out-of-my-house-you-crazy-bastard tone of voice. Mainly because anyone that has the brass cajones to just walk up on your porch at 11:somethingsomething at night and come into your house could very well have issues.

Shit, they could have a whole subscription. An omnibus, even.

He left without incident, but the WTDFF? (what the deep-fried fuck) factor was all the way up to 11, I tells ye.

The only thing missing was fmh, who was in a different room when it happened. I'd give my left nut (assuming I had one) to hear his response to PrayerDude.

Reminded me vaguely of the crazy lady who's stalking our next door neighbor. Yes. We have a crazy-stalking-the-next-door-neighbor lady, too. She showed up in rollers the first time she came to our house. I took a peep outside, saw the lady, knew she was off her nut, and shooed the kids back in the house.

Took all of a US minute and a half.

But that...is another story.

I was going to say something else, but I'll be damned if I remember what is was.

No worries, it probably sucked anyway.