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Well at the last minute, my father invited me to his Baptist church instead. I accepted.

It was not what I expected. Going there, we were singing some song, and I heard it once so I guessed the lyrics correctly. They were all white, not a single ESL African FNF pedo to be seen(besides me). After we sang, there was prayer, and then the pastor began his service, his name was Bill and he was around 65-70. He gave his sermon with conviction and passion, it was as profound as the chants in my Orthodox church, he lamented while speaking of a mother who wasn't sure whether her child was saved because she never took her to service before she died in an accident, and lives with guilt. It almost brought me to tears, as well as my father, a man bigger and much, much stronger than I ever will be.

He was your stereotypical Baptist pastor. With a southern accent(he mentioned 'home' as if it were distant once, albeit never more specific than that), he was dedicated to his religion and faith to an absolute, and a little crazy. He yelled whenever speaking of pagans, atheists, and sinners, showing his extreme animosity to their words and actions of heresy. After his sermon, we sang 'By The River' or whatever it's called, and gave prayer to a nun in Missouri, whose brother had an ailment of drug and alcohol addiction, and left the chapel. I met the two pastors(Rains and Bill) along with all the other members of the church with my dad, which I wanted to do. Kind older ladies and men mostly, they remarked on how 'tall' and 'hadsome like your father' I was, which made me feel bashful and laugh, joke along with my dad about it. He picked up my younger sister and brother upstairs, who I met, with a barrage of punches from them directed at me right after. After that we went to the lot and we exchanged goodbyes.

Good stuff. I wish the Orthodox did sermons, however they do everything else better still, in my opinion.
 
Well at the last minute, my father invited me to his Baptist church instead. I accepted.

It was not what I expected. Going there, we were singing some song, and I heard it once so I guessed it right. They were all white, not a single ESL African FNF pedo to be seen(besides me). After we sang, there was prayer, and then the pastor began his service, his name was Bill and he was around 65-70. He gave his sermon with conviction and passion, it was as profound as the chants in my Orthodox church, he lamented while speaking of a mother who wasn't sure whether her child was saved because she never took her to service before she died in an accident, and lives with guilt. It almost brought me to tears, as well as my father, a man bigger and much, much stronger than I ever will be.

He was your stereotypical Baptist pastor. With a southern accent(he mentioned 'home' as if it were distant once, albeit never more specific than that), he was dedicated to his religion and faith to an absolute, and a little crazy. He yelled whenever speaking of pagans, atheists, and sinners, showing his extreme animosity to their words and actions of heresy. After his sermon, we sang 'By The River' or whatever it's called, and gave prayer to a nun in Missouri, whose brother had an ailment of drug and alcohol addiction, and left the chapel. I met the two pastors(Rains and Bill) along with all the other members of the church with my dad, which I wanted to do. Kind older ladies and men mostly, they remarked on how 'tall' and 'hadsome like your father' I was, which made me feel bashful and laugh, joke along with my dad about it. He picked up my younger sister and brother upstairs, who I met, with a barrage of punches from them directed at me right after. After that we went to the lot and we exchanged goodbyes.

Good stuff. I wish the Orthodox did sermons, however they do everything else better still, in my opinion.
Sounds a lot like my church, except it's a lot more basic of a sermon, never going deeper than "here's a different analogy and way to think about staying faithful to God".
 
My father, a man bigger and much, much stronger than I ever will be.
I want to talk more about this.

My father, as I've said, is a strong man. One who has experienced much. Born in Clifton in the 70s. He saw around him the increasing poverty relating to the great recession in the Midwest. His life did not get better, and he lived in Over The Rhine when it was worse than Compton, and has many stories to tell me from this time. Some funny, some scary, some thought-provoking, some sad. Mostly sad and scary. However, after he had me, he worked hard, and as a result of the American dream is much higher up now, an executive at a high-end hotel.
 
I want to talk more about this.

My father, as I've said, is a strong man. One who has experienced much. Born in Clifton in the 70s. He saw around him the increasing poverty relating to the great recession in the Midwest. His life did not get better, and he lived in Over The Rhine when it was worse than Compton, and has many stories to tell me from this time. Some funny, some scary, some thought-provoking, some sad. Mostly sad and scary. However, after he had me, he worked hard, and as a result of the American dream is much higher up than now, an executive at a high-end hotel.
oakland rn is bad
 
Puerto rico es blanco
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Instead of creating political I'm creating a gem: an eating contest between Amerimutt and Euromutt. Here's the sketch:
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Also since it's goyslop day(every Sunday) I had Frisch's for dinner. It came out of me while on the toilet like a live bomb.
 
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