Who? The Devil! Who? The Devil!

jeevesths (3:45:08 AM): At which point I scream and make religious signs.
jeevesths (3:45:43 AM): so...you need help with probability, all you gotta do is scream for me.
italianagirl651 (3:46:05 AM): Yes. Avoid religious symbols. But you want to know something very funny?
italianagirl651 (3:46:29 AM): As in, 'Whoa, never saw that coming out of her mouth' funny.
jeevesths (3:46:34 AM): sure.
italianagirl651 (3:47:27 AM): I got a letter from a church the other day. Just one of the random flyers we always get from one of the ones out here, talking about their thing and how they need members and money, you know, like the newsletter?
italianagirl651 (3:48:29 AM): Well, I made fun of it, of course. I pretended it burned my hands in front of my dad. But as I was walking to the trash can, I thought, "Hmm. I haven't been to church in ages. Maybe I should try going to one of these yuppie churches. Maybe the people there are nice democrats. Maybe."
italianagirl651 (3:48:49 AM): Then I dropped the letter in the garbage, along with my temporary insanity.
italianagirl651 (3:48:58 AM): I'm turning into a Republican, I swear to God.

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