"If only walls had ears. . . ." Come CAPTION the Christian Crib at C Street

[skip fox]

A deep male voice coming from a second story window: "So you see, Satan was actually a protector and Jesus was being sarcastic about 'little children,' 'lillies of the valley,' 'the least of these,' giving to Caesar, feeding multitudes, etc. He was actually the Hitler-in-waiting of the Holy Land and hated Constitutional interpretation, activist judges, abortion doctors, free speech, socialism, you name it! And that's ALL IN THE DAMNED BIBLE if anyone knows how to read correctly anymore. So you see . . ."

[rocktivity]

1. Looks like of small--HOW many Congresscritters live there?

:shrug:
rocktivity

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2. From the third floor window comes John Ensign's voice (obviously on the phone):

"Aw, just listen, Baby, now your parents are flush, all is made right, you're still the piece that fits my puzzle, my wife has taken me back, everything's GREAT! . . . It's just your stupid husband. Can't you tell him something like you're thinking about him when you're with me? That should work. Or tell him that I make you appreciate him more? Hmmm? Could he use some cash? . . . . Aw . . . . Anyway, I don't care what you tell him, just so we can get together at my place and play Whoopie Wampum again tonight. . . . WOW!"

[skip fox]

3. After martial music died down, and stomping of boots on floorboards quieted,

one could hear from the first floor window: "The meeting of the Eagle Claw Christian-National-Socialist Church will begin initiation for new members. Will the initiates stand forward and prepare for the sacred buttock brand: the S.O.S. without the weak vowel separating them. Will the initiates now remove their boots and pants and bend over before the fireplace and the sacred impliments. Now will . . ."

Yikes!

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4. One side of a phone conversation can be heard from a 2nd floor window:

"Yeah, Drug Emporium? Listen I'd like to refill my script for Viagra, and could you also send over three packs of Rogaine and a box of mini-Trojan Treasure? . . . Ah, the red ones. . . Thanks. . . . Oh yeah, I need the Viagra by five tonight. Gotta see a constituent about some wetlands if you know what I mean, so there's a good tip in it if you can hurry it up."

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5. Someone is talking to a gathering in The Meeting Room, voice from third floor window right:

"Yeah, brethren, Jehovah was a Nazi, Jack-Booted, Tongue Gnawin’, Spit-Spewin’ Rapper, and he told me to tell you about this Hell Care that the pasty, devilish Dems have set before you like a pile of steaming dung, like road kill with septic sludge for gravy. What this country needs is carnival of ripe assignations, some good ol' noggin'-bonkin', some caving limbs. After all, we're religious men!!!"