Quote:
Originally posted by Ancient Of Days
Stash the cigarettes and hide the beer.
The Lady Missionaries are here.
Standing on the doorstep, cluthing their purse.
Ready to condemn you, by chapter and verse.
Come to instruct you, advise, and to teach,
Or is it to condemn, find fault, and to preach?
Today, it's the sweetness that makes you puke.
Tomorrow, harsh words and a stinging rebuke.
Something I learned from my sainted old pappy:
Be careful of those who would feign make you happy.
"Do unto others", they tell you, 'tis true.
Forgetting that charity all starts with you.
Why are you complaining if you have actually gotten up and answered the door.