OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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anything I could think of that would help. She held on to me,
for a while, blubbering on my arm. What could I do?
At this point, Susan walked in, and saw the hideous scene. A
nasty, knowing smirk spread across her moon-shaped face.
Obviously, she (being the gossip hound she is) already knew
the whole story. She waited until Cheryl, now embarrassed,
composed herself, and tried to walk out of the bay with SOME
dignity.
When Cheryl wasn't QUITE out of earshot, Susan said, "So,
the little tramp got herself knocked up, huh? Figures...I always
figured her for a whore." Cheryl, about 50 feet away, burst into
tears again, and started walking a little faster. I simply stared at
Susan, until Cheryl was out of earshot. Susan began to fidget,
realizing that I wasn't on her side.
When Cheryl was out of hearing range, but still in sight, I said,
"What in the HELL inspired you to say that?"
She got huffy, and wrinkled her nose..."Well", she said, "it isn't
exactly a Christian thing she did, sleeping with Bud...it's
adultery."
"Do you suppose that Cheryl knew he was married?", I asked.
"It doesn't matter. She's still an adulterous little whore."
"Quite right," I said, "and there's only one thing for you to do"
"What's that?"
I picked up a fist sized rock from the pile of crap I'd been
knocking out of the Cat.
"Stone her", I said..."It's the only Christian thing to do. You
or kill me