Reply #139: I had some help in that one

[MajorChode]

My father was a Unitarian pastor when I was growing up. Naturally when you are a little kid on the playground other kids ask about your religion. When I told them I was Unitarian, they told their parents and that's when the shit really hit the fan. They had no idea what a Unitarian was, but they sure as hell knew it wasn't Baptist and that's all they needed to know. From then on I was bombarded at school with every religious pamphlet you can imagine talking about his Jesus fellow. Now I had no idea who this Jesus guy was, but his picture looked a lot like my reefer smoking uncle who I thought was pretty cool. Naturally I wanted to know more because if he was anything like my uncle, he had to be a great guy. Well the other little Christer kids took me to church with them a few times and I started hanging out at all kinds of Christer functions. They taught me all kinds of swell stuff, like I was going straight to hell if I didn't accept Jesus as my one and only lord and savior. It wasn't long before they hit my dad up for a check. Naturally he told them to go urinate up a rope (probably in a nicer way). Not long after that the Christers didn't seem to care much for my immortal soul anymore and they stopped giving me rides to their church.