If you think I’m going to publish a picture of this schmendrick cavorting with his sex doll, think again. Here’s a picture of a bluebird feeding her chick instead. God’s stuff is better than man’s.
Let’s see… What’s the most disgusting nooze story available today?
This is like trying to pick out the nicest grain of sand on the beach, but let’s go with this one: A body-builder in Kazakhstan has…er… “married” his sex doll (https://nypost.com/2020/11/30/kazakhstani-bodybuilder-marries-sex-doll-after-whirlwind-romance/).
Hot dog: man marries inanimate object. He insists he had a courtship with it, proposed to it last December, and has “married” it in a full-blown bogus “wedding” ceremony.
What was the inanimate object going to… say? “No, sorry, sunshine, but I just can’t marry you. My heart belongs to someone else!” Only it doesn’t have a heart, because it is not a living thing of any kind, let alone a human woman.
Sort of like “marrying” your toaster-oven.
They used to cart you off to the rubber room for doing stuff like this. Now they celebrate it.
Still think we can get by all right without a Savior?
Come, Lord Jesus, come!
