A couple of days ago, I was in the Taco Bell drive through behind this truck. The one decal in the lower lefthand corner of the back window you can’t see is this one:
Where the hell have I moved to? I’m feeling like Dorothy, but instead of being in Oz on a groovy adventure, I’m back in Kansas and it sucks.
>Maybe it was because
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Freak
Would have taken up too much room on his window
>Run quickly out of crazytown.
>Ha! My first tattoo was done by a biker who was a member of the “Tribe Of Jesus: Bikers For Christ” gang. But that was in the deep South. I thought Cali was exempt from that shit? Nope, apparantly CA really is Florida Jr.
>Oh. I get to see that shit all the time. Happy 4th.
>Yes, Nolff and I are down here in the South where all the teens are being trained to ask themselves “What would Jesus Do?” when faced with life’s big decisions.
Like I’ve said before (courtesy Woody Allan) if Jesus were alive today to see what’s being done in his name, he’d never stop throwing up.
>Unfortunately, the only place I’ve found that tends to have a lower ratio of Jesus propaganda is the Bay Area and maybe Beverly Hills. Most of the rest of CA has a decent dose of Christ advertising.
Although, I think CA as a whole is lower on the scale than the South or the Midwest.
I know what Jesus would do. Perform a miracle and get those people to think for themselves and maybe even shut up.
>Jesus quiero Taco Bell.
And so do I.