Don’t you hate it when a fellow church-goer busts you for visiting strip clubs? ME, TOO!!
We go to the same Catholic church in Beaverton. You’re an usher and I sing in the choir. I’m writing this because I want to let you know that I’ve seen you walking around Downtown Portland sneaking into those awful places called “strip clubs.” We may be the same age, but what value do you see in strip clubs? I know you broke up with your ex-girlfriend over the summer, but your level of common sense is piss-poor beyond belief! Whenever I see you leave those places, you always have a creepy smile on your face.
That’s another reason I refuse to go to church: STALKERS. Hey, would you like to confess a sin or rant to the world? Join the Church of the I, Anonymous Blog—AKA Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows.
